"No matter where you are in world, as long as the moonlight lay waste upon the tips of the blades of grass. I will find you. I will destroy everything in my path, if that is what it takes to make you mine. Why, you ask? It is simple. Because you belong to me." Embark on the twisted love story of the strongest Night Hallow, the Count of Erana and the human kissed by the Sun, Asthenosthene as they find solace and purpose in each others eyes. Will the pleasure-driven and sadistic faceless Count of Erana, Chaol Dremurr have his icy heart thawed by Asty? Or will Asty become the slave of the tormented life he gave her? As the woman who carries the weight of the entire country, will she be able to abide by the rules and tame the destructive count? Will he fall or will she fall? Or will the Count of Erana's heart change for a mere village girl?
View MoreIn a time where Kings ruled the land, existed a place closest to the sky. These mountains soared through the clouds and raindrops became their seas. On the day, the village was called Erana, for it was closer to the rays of the sun.
And on the night, the village was called the Goblet of the Night Hallows, where every part of the village was bathed in moonlight, hence the awakening of the creatures in the dark.
These creatures crept slowly into the darkness... watching, looking, grinning cunningly into the villager's frail bodies. In each of their homes, a creature watched from their windows.
This was an unusual time.
Kings were treated less than Counts.
The Kings were crowned as mortals. They lead, they judge, they make the decisions.
The Counts were awakened as immortals. They watch. They devour. They live for entertainment. And one can destroy a nation.
The King of Chesterfawn was the ruler of the continent. He conquered cities and his opponent with the hilt of his mighty sword, forged by the best of blacksmiths. He was young and unstoppable.
The people thought he feared nothing.
But there was something... no someone that he felt intimidated of. Somebody unknown. Somebody who only lurks in the middle of the night, or so they thought.
The faceless Count of Erana.
The King of Chesterfawn had not once seen this beast. Though the palace had received reports of a strange creature with blue eyes lingering in the dark, smiling against the darkness when they slept.
After an investigation, the wardens assigned have come back with a piece of twisted information.
Above the mountain of Erana, which divided the poor village from the cities, they caught a glimpse of a crumbled castle from a far distance. But no matter which path they took, they could never reach the castle.
Thus, they gave the creature the name Count of Erana. A creature thought to be immortal like the rest of the Counts of the continent. The King of Chesterfawn did not believe the existence of the Count. Until one day, he managed to hold a ball in the palace.
He invited the Counts, Countesses, Nobles, and even the Royalties of the other lands.
The young king hoped to see the Count that he had been fearing. To speak. To confide. But no matter where he looked, he only saw creatures with crimson eyes and none with blue.
Crimson eyes that bleed when seeing the sunlight, but could see even the slightest pixel of the moonlight. These were the identities of the Counts. Creatures that are easily vanquished like dust upon the Sun’s deathly rays. Most of them were vampires and ghouls. A few were recognized as werewolves and moon griffins. Truly the most sinister of the inhabitants of Earth.
Disgraced by the creature's absence, the young king canceled the ball. He was disappointed that the rumored Count of Erana did not dare make its presence known.
As the guests prepared to leave, they heard faint footsteps that resembled glass, making its way to the middle of the ballroom. The chattering eased and a creature emerged from the entrance. Nobody was able to speak a single thing.
Their eyes fixated on the creature. A Night Hallow. To the king's bewilderment, the creature knelt down before him. The invited gasped as they saw how incredibly striking he looked. And even if a mask covered his mysterious face, the king could feel the smirk on his lips. The bloodlust. The hunger for entertainment.
The creature then spoke with its rich, dark, and masculine voice. A voice which charmed even the married queens invited to the ball. A voice so intriguing that no one could take their eyes off the male.
"I suppose you are 'him'. The rumored Count of the Sun Village." spoke the young king, who looked exactly the same as the creature's physique.
A creature in the shape of a man. And it would seem that he had a perfect shapeshifting ability- Mimic.
The other counts and countesses whispered to each other. They have never heard of a Count that lived closest to the Sun, considering the Sun was their enemy.
The creature's grin spread from ear to ear. "Indeed I am the rumored Count," he replied.
The young king placed his palms on the hilt of his sword and bellowed over him. "I had been enduring to meet you, Count."
"You flatter me too much, My Lord."
"The ball is over. I supposed you have been watching over the darkness as the celebration commenced, weren't you?"
"Indeed, I was."
The audience could only look at the creature with silence.
"Then what are you here for, Count?"
The male lowered his mask, only to reveal his bright, blue eyes. It retracted like a cat's as he stared with amusement over the agitated royalty. His sharp look cunningly challenges the young king.
"I'd like to speak with you in private, if that is possible."
"Resume the ball." the King declared.
Confused, the guests looked away and brushed off the fact of his arrival. They paid no attention and assumed that the man was merely the King’s acquaintance. The guests then drowned on to the sound of the soft melody, and the couples ran into the dancefloor, holding themselves while the mysterious Count slowly walked into the staircase to meet with the King.
The King looked at him warily. The count smiled pleasantly and bowed at him. “Greetings.”
"Take off your mask."
"I cannot, My Lord."
"Then I will not allow you to speak with me."
"I am already speaking with you, My Lord."
The King's brows furrowed deeper. "What is it that you want?"
The Count's eyes lowered into the ballroom. He leaned his chest against the rails and looked into the sea of nobles and royalties.
In a few moments, the King noticed that his eyes were no longer looking elsewhere. It was fixated on the ballroom. The King peered over to find what caught his attention.
Down on the dancefloor, stood a lost girl with bright orange hair, her eyes resembling the stars as she looked into the chandeliers with delight. She was not dancing, nor with a partner. She wore a simple, beige dress and her hair was adorned with little chrysanthemums. She was unlike any of the people on the dance floor. She was calm, innocent, and curious, just standing on the side. And watching the waterfall of chandeliers was enough for her.
The King glanced at the creature. And he spoke. Leaving the king speechless as he finished his request.
"I want you to sell that woman to me."
The bells rang from the distance. The woman with the bright orange hair stood behind the huge doors of the church. Her eyes were closed and a smile was evident on the woman's lips. Everything that she dreamed of was finally before her eyes. The moment had finally come. She opened her eyes and the doors finally parted ways. Her eyes fell to the long golden aisle that she so dreamt of walking one day. Beside it, on the benches, for all the people she loved and cared for. She felt her heart start pounding and racing faster and faster, when her bright persimmon orbs reached the center of the long corridor. There he stood, the love of her life, the apple of her eye, the man who taught her how to love. He had a smirk on his face and she just wanted to get over with that aisle wipe that smug grin off his face with a kiss. The music started. The harmonious synchronization of chorale brought everyone to their tears. Her mother who was standing also, in the aisle— staring at her beautif
Asty was walking around the palace when she noticed something strange everywhere. The maids seem to be avoiding her and she did not seem to see a single sentry guarding the gates.Everyone seems to be very busy and every time she would greet them they would only turn away."That's odd." she told herself. "They don't really act like this to me before."She walked around and around and even brought herself into the garden. But there was not a single person around.What was going on, she thought.She couldn't even find her friends anywhere in the Palace. She had woken up with absolutely nothing but the chirping of birds. She looked around to see if there was someone she can talk to.Yvonne wasn't there, Chaol wasn't there. Even her brother was not there."Where could they all have gone to?"She noticed that the maids were stealing glances at her. She would look at them and wave but then they would only avoid her gaze. A little bit
After being able to speak with her mother, Asty led the group to a path in the woods that led to a field of dandelions.They looked around and saw how beautiful it was. The sun was before them, and they could feel it burning through their skin, but even so— their eyes were fixed on the blanket of flowers that seemed to flow against the wind."This is so beautiful." Lana commented.Asty smiled at her. "This is where my mistress is buried.""Why isn't she buried in a proper grave?""That is because this is what she requested. That is a part of her will to be buried under the field of dandelions, chrysanthemums, and daisies. She wanted to face the sun and the skies. She wanted to look at the blanket of stars as she rested. That is what she imagined."They smiled at her and walked towards the field."I think it is better if we leave you be." Chaol told Asty, Yvonne, and Robynn. "I think you guys need more of an alone time with this,
Asty and the others were sent in a carriage that was intended to traverse them into the village of Erana. Asty watched as the sea of trees ran across her vision. She stared at it for a long amount of time before wondering something in her head.Chaol reached out to her head and made it rest on his shoulders."Is something troubling you?" he asked her."No nothing at all." She told him. "I was just wondering a few things.""Like what?""They are not very pleasant things." She told him and smiled. "It's best if I keep it to myself.""You can always tell me about it. I won't mind." Chaol smiled at her. "Is it because of the battle?""Yeah." she nodded. "Polo was... in pain. I didn't know that he had to go through all that that's why he became the way he was. He went after so many painful things in his life that I cannot even imagine happening to me.""You saw his memories?""I did." she nodded at him. "They were not very go
TWO WEEKS AFTER THE ECLIPSE WAREverything was starting to get better and better. The castle was finally starting to have its exterior and interior repair. It was not an easy path for them to take. The villagers that survived the war still had fear lingering inside their hearts. But nevertheless, even if there were fear and there was uncertainty, villagers continued to place their trust in the king. The king provided them with all the construction materials that they will be able to use to fix their houses that were crushed and broken during the war. While the villagers were singing their songs as they hammered their walls, a man came and frantically told them about the good news."Everyone, everyone! King is holding a celebration in the square! We must all go and watch it! Everyone's heroes will be displayed! And the parents of those who had lost their lives will be given compensation and medals for the achievement of their
Asty walked within the flames of the ground as she approached the lifeless corpse of her beloved. she clenched her fists upon seeing his torn body and closed her eyes as the tears streamed down from her face. There is no greater pain in the world than to lose someone you love.It is a pain that will be permanent inside your heart and will linger around for so many years. And she was not sure if she was prepared for that. Everything was so sudden, so fast, so abrupt. Did not know what to do or what to expect. The betrayal, the revelations, and then suddenly turning back the tables to prove that the ones she thought were the criminals were actually the innocent ones.She crouched on the ground and reached out to his cold body. What else can she expect? He is gone and he will never come back to her. The eclipse was an unfair event. The people viewed it as equal, but to her, it was only another cruel event.
"Please pull the lever, Polo!""I got it!"It was another day for the folks to work. Polo, who was now one of the known people in their village, was helping them with the fences against the wolves."Is that all for today?" the builders asked one another."Yeah I think so." he then looked at Polo. "Good work today, boy. Your wife must be so happy to have you around."A blush escaped from the male's cheek. He scratched the back of his nape while looking at them. "S-She isn't my wife, yet.""So when are you, lovebirds, planning the wedding?" one of them nudged his arm.Polo chuckled hesitantly, feeling pressured at their constant teasing. "We planned to do the ceremony on the fourth." he told them. "You guys are invited, of course.""That's what we'd like to hear!"They all gave Polo a smack in the back, a customary thing for them to do to and express their encouragement to their buddies.Minutes later, a familiar vo
Have you walked in the same path for so many years again and again?Have you ever wondered how tiring and exhausting it was to see the same things on your line of vision?Have you ever wondered if you'll ever be able to finally get a chance for a change?For the tenth moonchild, yes.Unable to find his true purpose of life, he found a vessel of his own and walked the lands of the earth for eons. He crossed seas and loitered in land, to find his very reason of living.It was unusual, for he could not find it.He would lift his head to the stars and ask the skies above if they could give him an answer of who he was, but his plight were mostly ignored. He was troubled.He did not know who he is.There he was, in the middle of a snowy mountain, surrounded by wolves and white-colored bears. The creatures did not pounce o
His soft flesh made way for the blade to sink inside.The tenth moonchild screamed in agony as he felt that searing pain as Asty's blood mixed with his and felt that burning sensation of the area, started to fizz.The laceration she had inflicted on him was deep. Polo crashed into the ground, as Asty's hands were still fully attached to the hilt of her sword. She looked at him with a cold expression and whispered against his ear, showing no ruth."It's over—"She was not able to finish her words. All of a sudden, Asty's head started to hurt.'Ah...' she winced inside her head. 'What is going on?'The woman's head felt like she was being drilled. She attempts to remove her hand from the hilt of her sword, but it wouldn't budge. She started at the glowing blade that was pierced onto his spine.In that brief moment, it felt like everything around
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