Prologue

My mother once told me, of a creature that turned the supernatural world upside down. Of a young Siren and Werewolf who dared to mate with each other producing a child of pure destruction, or so I was told.

Her name was Lilith and humans named her a Wereon.


Chapter One: A Forgotten past

On a rare night such as this, when the blood full moon bestowed its gleam upon all of earth that moon brought forth the children of
the night running freely among humans, causing those humans to quiver in their wildest fears.

In the ambit, a Siren and Werewolf secretly meet beside the ocean giving birth to a baby girl; brought forth into this world, furnished
to this loving couple.

Their parents came forth from their territories and saw before them their grandchild, to them, a completely sick, horrible, child. They separated their children from each other; the children finding themselves betroth from one another. The grandchild’s grandparents assuredly against her parents marriage and abhorring the mixing of their royal bloods creating a mutt of pure destruction; or so it was foretold.

Since, the child showed no signs of either families' blood, and for that reason only, the child remained alive. Its wolf grandparents
leave her on an orphanage doorstep; to await the day of their return. To wait in an orphanage for the same but with another kind, human children wanting parents.

They rang the door bell running completely out of sight when soft footsteps approached the door; the door opening with a creaky noise,
watching the taking of the baby inside. The taker wrapping the cold child and placing her in a crib with three others. Letting her rest,
the child with her mesmerizing red eyes.

The next day a couple soon arrive to the damp orphanage; a couple young of age wishing only for a baby beautiful, but with nothing in
particular, they come upon the newest addition. In this wild place, they acknowledge they may not find one they want.

The light brown door opening and with strides matching one another, in march a women and a man both matching in every possible way except one being fat, the other skinny. Perfectly in step, stopping at a wide desk where an African American is filling out papers non-stop with her bony like hands.

The fat woman with no beautiful qualities becomes annoyed with the elder woman “ CM-HM!” She shook her head like a Barbie doll know
it all.

“Yes ma’am,” the elder woman replied, pure sarcasm in her voice finishing with an audibly blunt sigh.

The man spoke this time with his cold-hearted voice. “We want to see all your babies!” He announces forcefully. His wife wears a smirk
on her face.

“Very well sir.” She said, handing him a clipboard and shooing him away from her, returning to her paper work.

“Honey, this is prosperous! I will not sit here! I can see the germs on this chair!” The fat woman furiously shouts.

“My darling. Please, don’t worry. Take my handkerchief and place it there.” The man said pulling his handkerchief from underneath his
sleeve tied to a blanket.

The fat woman, shocked by his illusion soon placed the blanket on the chair and quietly sat upon it, humming a horrible tune while the man
forcebly scribbled the information, nearly breaking the clipboard. As he finished dabbling the last remains of information, the black woman brought forth the only two babies within the orphanage.

“Ma’am. I have finished our paper work for you. Bring forth the children so I may choose the heir for my millions.” He bellowed cold-heartily throughout the house causing all the children to come to see them.

The black woman,suspicious brought forth the two babies allowing the man to touch them both, if necessary. Twitching in his every facial
expression, anxiously awaiting gazing upon the fair child brought in yesterday.

The man froze, looking upon the fair child with fiery red hair, neon blue eyes, and flawless pale skin that illuminated her face. He awoke, from his momentary stupor, smitten by his admiration of the child and nervous before a mere pissant, the man pointed at the child
he admired.

He nervously spoke with his blunt voice “M-Ma’am... I would like to take that one.” He said reaching for the child he wished, carefully possessing her in his arms. Merely turning his face, backwards with a
mesmerizing smile, “Honey. Come and see the child I wish upon.” He held forth the child before her face.

“Darling.. put the messy child away, I swear if you get me sick, I-I’ll kill you!” She shouted at him, pushing the child away.

“The child, you must name her.” The black woman announced, ignoring what the woman just said.

“Very well...” He said thinking of such a name fit for this beautiful beast. “I shall name thee Lilith Grieving Dagmatic. I have awaited a
long time to name a child of mine that,” Mr. Dagmatic whispered into the child’s ear.

The black woman once more handed him a clipboard for him to sign along with his wretch of a wife to take forth the child away.. Mr. Dagmatic signed the paper, the woman before him became prophetic with a reply to him upon his giving her the clipboard “On the child’s ninth birth thy parents shall die underneath a full moon.. Be prepared for revenge of pure destruction, treat the child well or thy body shall never be found.” She finish quickly, filing the papers away with the man
running away with the his wife and new child with him.

Mr. Dagamtic terrified of his, child's prophecy, called for a carriage of cherry wood with carvings of sirens upon it rushing towards him. A tall lad, jump down from the pedestal followed with a blunt thump. He automatically, rushed toward the door opening it and bowing his head to them both.

Mrs. Dagmatic was the first to enter, despite her size, she went inside the narrow entry to discover her buttocks was to large. Determine, to solve the problem on her own, Mrs. Dagmatic huffed and puffed, squeezing herself further inside. Finally, admitting defeat she began to shriek "Remus! Remus! Help me!" She demanded with her never ending howls.

Remus look directly into Mr. Dagmatic's eyes, secretly pleading for help, soon found he must go solo this time. Leaving the door abrupt answered her howls "Yes ma'am." He proclaim with annoyance. Before he did so, Remus jam his sleeves upward, than he prop his legs, and began to propel his strength into her buttocks.

After quite awhile, Remus moaned in irritation logically think of a solution. Unconsciously Remus step back a few measured paces and shot himself at her humongous arse. Finally, shoving her butt inside the carriage, with some intense damage on her part.

Mr. Dagmatic astonish of his strength, Gave him an approving smile, before entering inside himself slowly closing the door announce "Remus. We must hurry home."

Now that this problem was properly taken care of, the lad instantly strode to his rightful place. Grabbing the rein, whipping them rapid for the horses to go at a careful pace.

However, inside of the carriage Mrs. Dagmatic simply stared at her husband with his new obsession, of this mere child with now a blood stain crescent moon upon her forehead.

Afraid she was hallucinating, she closed eyes counting to hundred seconds, and opening her lids, noticing it gone. Instead, she found
the baby teething on a plastic ring, with the moon on her husband’s forehead.

Since this happen, she cried with a hellish scream forcing Remus to halt, in dead tracks with her scrambling to a distant dark color.

Before the lad reached the door, a pup stopped him by biting his neck, drinking his precious nectar, than gobble his flesh. This pup took upon itself, the image of the lad, now opening the door, seeing the man unknowingly playing into his devilish trap.

“This man shall die at my hands, and that child shall be my bride.” He mumbles to himself but seeing the man kissing what he thought was rightful his, he asks, “Sir.. Is everything all right?” Curious, but of nothing a human could understand.

“Yes. Yes, everything is fine young Ravencloud. Now leave me with my child before I need to punish you.” Mr. Dagmatic scowls as the lad closes the door on his nose.

The demon took upon the child’s deeds, for now blindly leading them to his house. The house of the child’s pure memories; and inside the
carriage all silence was brought upon it with their slumber with occasional potholes.

Lilith created a stir of noise with her throat, as if she were humming, bringing both the men to grow crazy, merely hearing the child’s tender voice and wanting to abide her will.

They arrive at the entrance of a dead forest, filled with nothing of the living. Only rotting trees with dangling limbs, grass scrabbling in long dead patches, ashes falling down as if snow, and trees dripping blood for the carcasses below.

Lilith soundly asleep, could not admire the horrible belongings of such a world; the world that she now would reign over as the heir of
wizards and witches brought forth into this chaos. The carriage stops at the only live tree, the forest’s heart of such grandeur through its life it became the Manor of the Dagmatic, the eldest wizard family that was than any before.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 23.09.2011

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