Prologue

Fifteen Years ago...

On a beautiful remote island far away from most of mankind, a woman stood in front of a cylindrical glass tank that housed a young girl.

The young girl's head, neck, and back were connected to tubes connected to a giant life-supporting electrical machine outside the glass tank. You can hear the buzzing sound from the device, indicating that it is on and functioning.

She looked as if she was merely asleep as she floated suspended in the tank and was no more than seventeen years of age. She had long dark brown hair and pale skin, and her body looked neatly stitched together.

It looked like she was torn into big chunks of pieces, and someone had the task of stitching her back together.

The young girl looked almost like Frankenstein.

Her right hand was stitched back together right by where her hand bends and by her wrist. Her other hand was stitched together by her shoulder blade, and her left leg was stitched together in five different places.

Her other leg was stitched together in two different places, her stomach was stitched together by her waistline, and a long stitch ran from her neck down the middle of her bust to her stomach.

On her face, three slashes were stitched back.

The woman stood there for a long time as she continuously stroked the tank lovingly while silently sobbing.

After what seemed like forever, the air suddenly shifted. Full of blazing rage and hatred that seized the woman in a warm and comforting embrace, she exhaled, straightened her jacket, smoothed her skirt, dried her tears and her facial features a deadly mask once more when she whispered venomously before exiting, "I will AVENGE you, pumpkin. They will all pay, MARK my words. I WILL destroy them ALL."

Her heels clacked on the porcelain tiles as she strutted out of the room with a complete plan in mind.

The woman did not care how long it would take because she was ready to play the long game.....

Twenty-One Years ago ( Seven years before the events above)

"Please, I beg you, I need your help! You are a Wilson Witch, and you are from one of the most powerful bloodlines." Athalia's voice trembled in fear and worry.

"Yes! And you are an Ivanov, just as strong or even stronger. What is your point?"

"Yes, I am as strong, but if I could have done this myself, I would have, please Martha!" Athalia begged for the witch's help. She was desperate and feared for her baby girl.

"Please, she is not safe. She will never be safe. She is too strong." Only two months old, her voice faltered. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what could be.

"My baby girl is only two months, TWO months Martha, and she has been exhibiting tremendous powers. It must be contained, for I fear for her life and others." She laments.

Dread and hopelessness gripped her entire being, she needed Martha to do this one deed, and if she didn't, she didn't even want to think of what would be.

She dear not let her mind stray into a tragic cataclysmic place.

Martha stares at Athalia, hesitant to do what was asked of her because of the magic it entail. However, Athalia was one of her closest friends, and she wanted to help her in any way possible...

Sex, Money, and Pleasures beyond your wildest imagination were the name of the game, mixed in with love, jealousy, insanity, greed, and a need for revenge. Take a dive and follow these human and magical characters as they navigate their world.