THE ABYSSAL VEIL

Chapter 1

*Emberwood Village*

(1930)

In the heart of the Abyssal Veil, the sky and clouds took on a fearsome appearance, shrouded in darkness and mystery. The ominous clouds swirled menacingly, casting an eerie greenish hue as if holding a secret of impending doom.

The wind blew fiercely, howling with a deafening roar that sent shivers down the spine. It whipped through the air, uprooting weak trees and sending leaves and debris into a macabre dance of chaos.

Heavy rain poured down like a relentless deluge, obscuring visibility and drenching the landscape with an unyielding force. Each raindrop fell with vengeance, echoing a mournful cry that seemed to embody the despair of the Veil.

The thunder rumbled like the growls of ancient titans, shaking the very foundation of the earth. With each roll of thunder, the ground quivered in response, resonating with an ominous echo.

A doom-laden lightning sparked across the sky, illuminating the abyssal darkness with brief, blinding brilliance. The flash revealed glimpses of the Veil's haunting secrets, only to be swallowed again by the ominous clouds.

The once majestic trees that stood tall and proud were now caged with fear, their branches trembling and whipping violently in the fierce winds. Animals sought shelter in their burrows and nests, their eyes wide with terror, sensing the wrath of an otherworldly force.

amidst the haunting darkness Abyssal Veil, a pregnant woman emerged, her once radiant form now a mere shadow of vitality. She wore tattered clothes, threadbare and stained with blood, as if echoing the tragic tale of her journey through the abyss of despair.

Her steps were weary, each one a laborious effort akin to trudging through quicksand. Like a flickering flame on the verge of extinguishing, her weary figure swayed with each faltering stride, mirroring a fragile moth drawn toward an ominous flame.

As she ventured deeper into the Veil, her exhaustion seemed to consume her, like a ravenous beast feeding on her very essence. Her swollen belly bore witness to the burdens she carried, like a weathered vessel navigating treacherous waters.

The darkened canopy of the Veil seemed to close in around her, suffocating and all-encompassing, like a suffocating embrace from an insidious phantom. Its inky tendrils wrapped around her, entangling her like the threads of a web, ensnaring her spirit in a chilling dance of fate.

With each step, the woman's journey was a forlorn symphony of pain and hopelessness, like a haunting melody played on strings of despair. The weight of her unborn child and the burden of her past transgressions weighed upon her heart, dragging her into the abyssal depths.

Her strength waned, and she fell to her knees, her body trembling like a delicate leaf caught in the grasp of a relentless storm. As if seeking refuge, she crawled forward like a wounded creature seeking solace within the Veil's murky depths.

She spread her leg widely, breathing deeply, grunting, groaning, and cried out of pain.

Suddenly, a cry of a newborn baby echoed through the air, a pure and tender sound that tugged at the heartstrings of all who heard it. Like a tiny symphony, it was a melody of innocence, vulnerability, and new life, ringing out with the promise of a fresh beginning.

As the baby's cry reached the heavens, the darkened sky responded with a resounding thunder. The thunder seemed to be nature's own applause, a majestic accompaniment to the birth of a new soul. It was as if the universe itself acknowledged the arrival of this precious being with a powerful declaration of its presence.

After she delivered the baby, she breathed heavily as if her heart was going to come out. She looked at the baby and smiled.

"My child, my child, my child....."

She cried bitterly.

She tore her cloth and put it on the baby.

"I am sorry,"

She said and ran away in tears.

The newborn baby was cradled in a nest of shadows, his presence an enigma in the darkness. His golden eyes gleam like molten treasure, bewitching and mysterious, holding secrets of ancient allure and enigma, that seemed to pierce through the veil between realms. With hair as white as freshly fallen snow, it glimmered like an ethereal crown atop his tiny head.

As soon as his mother departed, leaving him within the Veil's embrace, the newborn's cry rang out, a primal wail that transcended the boundaries of a normal infant's voice. It was as if his voice carried the weight of ancient echoes and forgotten sorrows, resonating with the very heart of the Veil.

In response to his haunting cry, the Veil trembled, and the air became charged with an unyielding energy. Thunder rumbled in the distance, growling like a celestial beast stirred from slumber, awed by the newborn's presence. Heavy winds howled, dancing with a chaotic grace that seemed to bow before the tiny force of nature.

The abyssal darkness was illuminated by sudden bursts of lightning, as if the heavens themselves bore witness to this enigmatic arrival. The newborn's voice seemed to command the elements, conjuring a symphony of nature's fury in its wake.

The newborn held dominion over the forces of the unknown, as if destined to be more than just an ordinary child. His cry was an ethereal call, a herald of something profound and beyond mortal comprehension, stirring the Veil to its core, unveiling secrets that lay dormant for eons.

*400 YEARS LATER*

(2330)

*LUMINARIA*

(Harmony Heights street)

Under the cover of the moonless night, a sinister group of vampires clad in black moved stealthily through the darkest streets. Cloaked from head to toe, they blended effortlessly with the shadows, becoming ethereal apparitions that sent shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross their path.

Their eyes glowed with an eerie crimson hue, reflecting their insatiable thirst for human blood. The red gleam intensified with every step, betraying the predatory intent that fueled their nocturnal hunt. Like predatory cats, their elongated fangs glinted in the dim light, a chilling reminder of the lethal weapons at their disposal.

As they roamed the labyrinthine alleys, their senses were heightened to a supernatural level, detecting even the faintest heartbeat of their prey. Their ears, sharp as bat wings, picked up the faintest rustle of footsteps or the hushed whispers of unsuspecting humans.

With each passing moment, their hunger grew, and their transformation became more pronounced. Their teeth lengthened into lethal fangs, a testament to the otherworldly power that coursed through their veins. Their nails, now claws, were as sharp as daggers, perfect for tearing through flesh and sinew.

In this deadly procession, the vampires were a haunting amalgamation of grace and malevolence, moving with predatory precision as they sought their next victim. Their ethereal presence and bloodlust cast a pall over the night, a harbinger of terror that sent a chill through the hearts of those dwelling in the shadows.

The night was their domain, a realm of darkness where they reigned as immortal predators. As they stalked their prey through the inky blackness, they epitomized the enigmatic allure and unyielding danger of the vampire mythos, leaving a trail of fear and dread in their wake.

A vampire perched atop a towering structure, in harmony heights. Draped in a red shroud that billowed like a macabre cloak, mirroring the allure of dried blood. With eyes gleaming like molten gold, the vampire's gaze pierced through the night like a pair of fiery meteors, observing every passerby with a hunger that rivaled the abyss.

Amidst the cacophony of city life, the vampire remained an ethereal figure, unaffected by the blaring horns of passing cars, which sounded like the mournful cries of ghostly beasts in the distance. The flashing of lights reflected off the vampire's pale skin, casting an otherworldly glow that seemed to flicker like dying embers.

In the air, the scent of cigarettes hung like a haunting melody, its bitter tang intermingling with the subtle metallic aroma of the vampire's insatiable thirst. Each breath exhaled was like a slow, smoky dance, a silent symphony of mingling scents that echoed the vampire's dual nature.

As the night wore on, the vampire remained an enigmatic sentinel, a figure of ancient allure and predatory grace. Like a vigilant guardian of the shadows, the vampire watched over the nocturnal domain, his presence both alluring and ominous, like a forbidden fruit with a poisoned core.

In the tapestry of the dark cityscape, the vampire sat like a forgotten relic of the past, an ageless enigma observing the fleeting moments of mortal existence. With every beat of his heart, he resonated with the pulse of the night, a reminder that within the shadows, danger and fascination were forever intertwined.

*THE NEXT DAY*

The mansion stood like a grand and stately sentinel, its imposing facade beckoning with an air of regal allure. As one stepped through the ornate double doors, a world of opulence and splendor unfolded before them.

The foyer greeted visitors with a sparkling crystal chandelier that bathed the room in a warm, golden glow. Intricately patterned marble floors stretched like a work of art beneath their feet, leading to a grand staircase that seemed to ascend to the heavens.

Each room, a symphony of elegance, was adorned with exquisite furnishings and adorned with gilded accents. The living room exuded warmth and comfort, with plush velvet sofas inviting guests to sink into their luxurious embrace. In contrast, the dining room was a feast for the eyes, boasting a grand table surrounded by regal chairs, fit for a royal banquet.

The library beckoned with the scent of aged leather and ancient wisdom, its towering bookshelves reaching up to the heavens. Richly bound volumes whispered of untold stories and secrets from generations past.

Upstairs, the bedrooms were havens of relaxation, with sumptuous beds draped in cascading silk canopies, offering restful slumber in a world of dreams. Each room was a canvas of beauty, adorned with elegant furnishings and ornate details, making it hard to choose the most exquisite.

The mansion's ballroom, a place of enchantment, awaited its guests with glistening chandeliers, mirrored walls, and polished parquet floors that promised nights of dancing and revelry under the moonlit sky.

Beyond the walls, lush gardens unfolded like a verdant oasis, with intricately manicured hedges and blooming flowerbeds, adding to the mansion's allure. Fountains whispered melodious secrets, and stone pathways meandered through the splendor of nature's embrace.

In every corner, the mansion whispered of a bygone era, where elegance and luxury were intertwined. It was a place where time seemed to slow down, and every detail spoke of the dedication and craftsmanship that went into creating this majestic abode. The mansion, with its many gorgeous rooms, was a testament to the timeless beauty and grandeur of a life well-lived.

"Mr Lucius, your food is read,"

A maid said from downstairs.

As Lucius descended the grand staircase, his presence was like that of a celestial being gracing mortal grounds. His outstanding beauty was undeniable, captivating all who beheld him. His chiseled features were accentuated by high cheekbones and perfectly arched eyebrows, framed by raven-black hair that cascaded like a waterfall, lending an air of mystery to his appearance.

His white hairs gleamed like moonlit silver, an ethereal crown that adorned his regal allure and timeless beauty

But it was his golden eyes that mesmerized the most, gleaming like molten gold, reflecting wisdom beyond his years and the secrets of an ancient soul. They held the allure of a thousand sunsets, drawing one in with their depth and intensity.

Dressed impeccably in a blue suit adorned with fine stitching and tailored to perfection, Lucius exuded an aura of timeless elegance. The royal blue fabric complemented his mesmerizing eyes, enhancing their brilliance like a constellation set against a midnight sky.

His tie, a splash of silver against the azure canvas, added a touch of refinement, perfectly matching the gleam of his wristwatch. The silver timepiece encircled his wrist like a glimmering band of stars, hinting at a timeless existence beyond mortal comprehension.

With each step, Lucius moved with an ethereal grace, his black shoes gliding effortlessly across the polished marble floor. His walk was a symphony of poise and confidence, akin to a prince on a regal procession.

As he reached the dining table, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself paused to marvel at his presence. His entrance was a breathtaking spectacle, leaving all those around him momentarily lost in the beauty and allure of his being.

In that moment, Lucius embodied elegance and charm, a figure of timeless grace and beauty, like a living work of art that evoked a sense of wonder and admiration. His presence cast a spell on the room, a spell that seemed to linger long after he had graced it with his magnificence.

After he savoring the aromatic Avocado toast with poached quail eggs and delicate edible flowers, Lucius felt a burst of contentment that lingered like a fond memory. The flavors had danced on his palate, leaving a lingering essence of luxury.

With a satisfied smile, he stepped out into the morning light and approached his fanciful car, a sleek marvel of engineering and elegance. The car's body gleamed like polished onyx, reflecting the opulent lifestyle Lucius embodied.

As he settled into the plush leather seats, the scent of fine craftsmanship enveloped him, further enhancing the luxurious experience. With a gentle touch, he activated the car's engine, the purr of the motor like a whisper of power.

Amidst the city's bustling streets, Lucius drove with grace, navigating with a sense of calm and control. Every eye was admiring him. The car moved like a majestic creature under his command, effortlessly gliding through the traffic as if guided by an unseen hand.

The morning sun painted the sky with hues of gold and pink, and Lucius felt a sense of tranquility, his thoughts drifting to the day's possibilities. He relished this time, a quiet moment amidst the chaos, where he could gather his thoughts and embrace the day's endeavors.

With a gentle smile and an air of regal composure, he arrived at his workplace, greeted by envious glances and nods of respect. The fanciful car seemed to mirror his poise, a symbol of his refined taste and unyielding pursuit of the extraordinary.

Lucius stepped out, ready to embrace the challenges of the day with the same elegance and grace that infused every aspect of his life. The breakfast and the drive had set the stage for a day of grandeur, and he would seize it with the same allure and confidence that defined him.

As he stepped out of the car, all the workers outside bowed to him, he responded with a cheerful smile, they opened the company's front door for him and he entered.

A woman, with disheveled hair and breathless from running, hurriedly approached the company's entrance. As she fumbled for her ID badge, her eyes widened in alarm, realizing she was already late for work.

In her haste, she clutched the cup of coffee too tightly, and as she reached for the door handle, her grip faltered, causing the lid to pop off. The hot coffee spilled out in a chaotic cascade, and with a gasp, she inadvertently threw the scalding liquid right at Lucius, who stood by the entrance.

Time seemed to slow as the coffee arced through the air, destined for Lucius's pristine suit, just as the bold word "MOON" glistened on the company's facade, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. The spillage turned into a moment frozen in time, as everyone around them held their breath in anticipation.

To be continued.....

Did Lucius dodge the hot coffee or...

What happened next?

why did mother abandon her newborn child?

We will know in the next chapter.....

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