327 Years Ago:
In the highest peak of a mountain stood an eerie castle. It's dark walls warding off any who dared think of approaching it.
Deep inside it's walls, the castle was quiet as everyone was restricted at the inner ward in a fencing hall. The reason being that the third child of the current Head Basara Lioren was about to be born from his mistress.
A girl, seemingly eighteen of age, with dark long hair cascading in lock, permanent crimson vertical eyes that traced back to her true lineage, the first Lioren Ancestor.
She was a child with a terrifying destiny, she along others who were born in the exact same year, day, hour and minute.
Right now she was walking through the halls towards her father's mistresses chamber, who was about to give birth to a younger sibling.
She sneered at the thought of being related to a half breed due to her father's lecherous nature that extended beyond noble vampire blood.
As she approached the chambers she heard piercing screams of a woman. She snickered in glee that the woman was at least suffering. How dare she seduce her father, she deserves whatever comes her way.
'If only the child could die along with her.'
The door chamber was being guarded by a Shadow Guardian, summoned from the Shadow Realm, personally by the previous Head, her grandfather, Lazarus Lioren.
The Shadow Guardian was made out of shadows, a non living entity with no thoughts of its own. It lived by following commands of its master. The girl couldn't wait for the day, she commands one and many others as part of her Shadow Legion after she becomes the next Head.
She tried to go past the Guardian but was stopped. She clenched her jaw and was about to lash out, when a command came from inside the chamber.
"It's fine, Shadow Zero, let her in."
It was the voice that belonged to the girl's father. She smugly looked at the Guardian before passing through.
Inside the lavish chamber was a woman in the bed with a swollen stomach, the girl made the mistake of looking towards her... Ahem safe to say it was the most disturbing thing the girl had ever witnessed, so much so she immediately looked away.
She ignored the maid helping the mistress with the birth. And looked towards her mother who was clenching her fist tightly, restrained anger showing in her contorted face.
She was a stunning woman, with crimson short hair, a voluptuous figure that the girl was slightly envious off. Why would her father choose to cheat on such an incredible woman, for that?
She held herself back from walking up to her mother. Who wasn't exactly the warmest of mother's when it came to her children, yet the girl loved her either way, after all she was still her mother.
"M-my lord, something ain't right, the b-babe, I think it be eating the mother and the twin babe."
The maid said with fear and agitation in her voice, as she backed away from the bed. The girl looked towards the mistress and saw something that filled her heart with overwhelming fear.
The mistress was being drained of all her life force, slowly. She was growing weary and aging throughout the process. The girl's father walked up to the bed, his hand misting with shadows.
"Don't kill her, please," the mistress pleaded. Her violet eyes shining with worry and lethargy as she looked straight into her father's eyes.
The girl clenched her hands with rising anger seeing the pained look in her father's eyes. She was used to being coldly looked at, by him. It was the first time seeing him concerned for anyone. Certainly not her, or her mother even her little brother who he thought as a failure.
"But.." he started.
"It's f-fine, I already knew something like this would happen."
"You knew?"
"Yes, I read it in the old tomes back home. Mix breed always come in twin pairs with the stronger babe eating the weaker babe," she then smiled fondly as her alabaster skin slowly turned grey and wrinkly, "but it seems our babe is a lot stronger, if she's not just satisfied by her little sister."
She looked then looked back at her father, her gaze turning serious, "can you promise me something?"
Her father walked up to her, kneeling at the marble floor, his hands taking that of the mistress, "anything for you, my love."
She smiled warmly, wet tears trailing down her aged face, "promise you won't kill our child, promise me you'll love her for the both of us, promise me you won't make her feel as if she's all alone in this world. Please Basara, promise me you'll take care of our child."
The girl's father was quiet, hesitating but seeing the fleeting life of the woman he loves right before his eyes made him act fast, "I promise to everything."
The mistresses smile widened, her eyes dimming, "thank yo...u."
The mistress was dead, her father's eyes dimmed as if he had just lost his soul, while the girl's mother laughter with unrestrained glee. But suddenly everything seem to stop, as if time had been paused.
The babe, bathed in violet light, birthed herself, and floated in the air. Her eyes different, one violet, the other crimson. All shadows seemed to bow at her presence.
She was an incredible beautiful baby, her beauty alone making every women feel envy in their hearts. And the father felt protective, even possessive.
The babe did not cry, it looked down on them, it's eyes indifferent and arrogant. She had tiny horns with dark purple skin.
Shadow swirled around her, protective.
When the babe looked at the girl, she immediately kneeled before her, not out of reverence, but fear.
That's when the father came out of the hypnosis and acted fast. He took control of the shadows, tugging the babe towards him, as he bit at his index finger.
He wrote runic ancient letters on the babes stomach, and they glowed in crimson splendor. The babes eyes turned grey, the horns retracted and disappeared. And her dark purple skin became pale. She lost her inhuman beauty and charm, and the shadows retreated back.
As she suffered from humiliation of having kneeled before a half breed of a babe no less, the girl heard her father mutter something under his breath, "good thing I acted quickly, she was one step away from turning fully into her Veiled Form, bringing attention from the Second Veil Layer thus bringing chaos to the mortal world."
The girl did not understand what her father meant, all she knew was if he hadn't done something when he did, they all would probably have died. And that made her both fear and feel threatened by the babe.
She swore in her heart to train harder than anyone and become so powerful that no one has the power to make her kneel ever again.
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Present:
Ilyara was stuck frozen in place, shimmering anger coursing through her veins. The shadow bindings that had been restraining her body had been loosened by Hanna. Now she was just angry.
She knew who did this, who took away Silver, it was none other than her Sister. After all there's only one person who always tortured her with those bindings.
She immediately sank into her shadows, disappearing when she heard people coming their way. She appeared on top of a tall building, a place that always manages to calm her down.
But this time the beautiful view didn't help, she felt hot, the temperature of her body kept increasing. The runic letters on her stomach glowed dimly.
Her eyes shifted between crimson, violet and grey. Her fangs grew long and sharp and she unintentionally tapped into the shadow realm, connecting to all the shadows in the city, searching for the one that belong to Silver and she instantly found it.
"Sister, I am coming for you," she said with a beastial growl, before sinking into her shadow.