The Blood Moon, a bloodthirsty eye hangs low in the night sky.
The Blood Moon, a vengeful sickle reflects on the still lake.
Through the reflection of the Blood Moon, deep within its ripples is a portal that leads to another dimension. It did not exist in the beginning nor should it exist. The endless night shrouds everything in darkness. It is a giant tomb. An ancient corpse rots on the blood-soaked land. Scattered weapons glimmer with dying emotions of hatred and fear. It's noisy. Sharp laughter, cries of mourning, last prayers, bloodthirsty sounds. Lost souls not realizing that they are dead roam under the Blood Moon, seeking an exit to return to the light, or bow to the empty throne. Vampires scavenge for food, and dark 'creatures' hidden in the borders always blink. In this forbidden land, she was born alone.
She stretches her hand towards the Blood Moon, and the wings of demons and angels open at the same time. Dark pupils hide under her silver hair.
Who am I?
This question does not seem to matter. In a flash, it disappears.
Yearning. The smell of blood. Plunder. Death. Desire. Scent of a soul. Possession. Want.
There was a huge emptiness within her. It frantically called out, wanting to be filled and to plunder everything. She had an instinct to kill everything. Blood splattered on her lips, and she would taste it with her tongue. She smiled, enjoying the taste, but it was not enough. Not enough. She kept killing. The thrill of killing is too short-lived. Not enough. Fingertips gently brush across the lifeless bodies of her prey, as if clinging to the fear before death, admiring the trembling blood, listening to the despair and hatred deep in their soul, slowly, like a haughty king, looking at the prey with blood red eyes, little by little.
It's still not enough. Like the Blood Moon in this world, there will always be an insatiable abyss. The abyss unceasingly chews outwards for more fresh blood but it's never enough.
Walking through the field of the dead, accepting the sight of trembling vampires', things in the darkness peek at her in her castle made of tombstones, surrounded by swirling blood, like a dark sea of flowers. She has become the ruler of this world.
Master, what are you looking for?
What am I looking for?
She was getting bored. Weary of the world of only darkness and endless screaming. But then the world cracked near its edge and a new and different soul emerged from it. This soul was encased in a beautiful body with a light that did not belong to the dark night and exuded an unusually sweet scent. The wings of devils and angels all aroused at once. It was the soul of a spirit. A supremely pure and clean soul. When warm blood touched her skin, she felt a shudder that had never been felt before, a stimulating shiver, an exiting thrill. She smiled, and gave a near-devout kiss n this noble body. Death. The empty abyss. She wouldn't just let it die. She would watch the warm blood slowly flow. Make just one scratch on this immaculate body, and then tear off its holy wings and watch it during its last moments of desperation.
Still not enough.
She wanted to tear open the cracks to fill the emptiness that she was born with. Her kinsmen were disturbed. Countless bloodthirsty fangs emerged in the darkness. Everything was ready. She seemed to already be able to smell the delicious scent from the realm on their side of the reflection.
She stretched her hand to the Blood Moon, as she did on the day of her birth, and then tore the boundaries of the reflection.
You will forget who you are. Who I am. You will become my favorite soul. You will struggle. You will despair. You will surrender. You will fall. You will fill the eternal Blood Moon.