Darkness had existed before the dawn of time. It whispered secrets before the first breath of life was drawn, before the stars dared to burn. And in that darkness, a prophecy was written in the blood of the divine—one that foretold the fall of the Morning Star and the reign of the Gatekeeper of Souls.

For fifteen nights, she walked between worlds, veiled in midnight, cloaked in power. The dead bowed before her, shadows whispered her name with reverence. Hecate. The Gatekeeper. The guide of lost souls. She was not bound by time nor by mortality—she knew exactly who she was.

And yet, she had forgotten him.

By day, she was Dr. Evangeline Anderson, an exceptional woman among mortals, her hands skilled in the art of healing. But by night, when the veil of reality thinned, she was Hecate once more, resuming the duty she had carried for eons. The souls of the lost clung to her presence, seeking solace, seeking passage. Even gods, forgotten by the world, whispered her name in awe. But she did not remember the one who had once stood beside her.

Elsewhere, under the same moon, Lucifer ruled his domain in silence. Aaron Alexander Blakely—a name borrowed for a life he did not understand. A kingdom of men bowed before him, but his true throne was lost to him. He, too, remembered his power. He remembered the fire, the fall, the endless cycle of war and rebellion. He remembered his name.

But he did not remember her.

The past was a shattered mirror, its pieces scattered through eternity, and yet something in the air stirred. A pull. A force neither could deny. Though they did not remember each other, their fates were bound, drawn together once more in a world where they no longer belonged.

The heavens had cast them down, cloaked them in flesh, and left them with no answers. But fate was not so kind as to let them forget forever.

And soon, the gods would rise again.

(note:I lost my account earlier, so I wrote this on another account. But somehow, I found my lost account, so I started writing here again.)

🔥 BLOOD MOON DAY 🔥

A chilling darkness slithered across the land, swallowing the last traces of moonlight. The howls of wolves shattered the silence, their eerie cries echoing through the barren woods. Bats flapped their wings in frantic bursts, colliding against the cold stone walls of the ancient castle, as if the air itself had become restless.

At the highest chamber of the castle, Abraham Macklin stood stiffly by the massive arched window, his fingers coiled around a smoldering cigarette. Smoke curled in ghostly tendrils around his sharp features, failing to mask the tightness of his jaw.

A door burst open behind him. His son, Peter, stumbled in, his breath ragged, his eyes wide with fear.

"Papa, what's happening? The sky-it's bleeding."

Abraham exhaled slowly, his gaze never wavering from the monstrous, blood-red moon looming above them. The very air trembled, thick with an ancient force awakening from its slumber.

"She is coming, Peter. The one who will rule all three realms. The universe itself is waiting for her."

The silence deepened, dense and expectant.

Then-a scream.

A newborn's cry split the night like a blade through flesh.

She had arrived.

⚡⚡⚡

Far away...

A young man jolted awake, his body convulsing violently, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, once a warm shade of brown, ignited with an unearthly glow-an abyss of swirling gold and infernal fire. A force unlike anything before surged through him, making the very air around him tremble.

His mother shrieked in terror as her son's body lifted off the bed, defying gravity, his limbs rigid as if held by an unseen power. The entire room quaked, the walls groaning under an invisible pressure, as though something immense and otherworldly were pressing in, trying to break through.

His father, frozen with fear, could barely muster the strength to turn to his eldest son standing beside him. His voice, barely above a whisper, trembled as he asked, "Alfie... what's happening to him?"

But Alfie did not share their fear. Instead, his lips curled into a knowing smile, a strange calm settling over him as he watched his younger brother ascend. His voice, smooth and deliberate, carried an eerie certainty as he whispered back, "It has begun. The queen is born. And he... has awakened."

His gaze remained locked on Aaron, the younger brother now caught in the grip of something far beyond human understanding.

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30 Years Later...

The roar of a black Ferrari shattered the morning calm, tires screeching as the car sliced through the city streets before halting in front of Elite Hospital.

The door swung open, and she stepped out.

A woman of striking elegance, wrapped in an air of untouchable power. Her emerald-green eyes gleamed like polished gemstones under the morning sun, framed by the sharp angles of her flawless face. A Rado watch glinted on her wrist, a quiet testament to the legacy she carried.

As she strode through the hospital's pristine halls, heads turned. Nurses stilled. Interns gawked in whispered awe.

"Who is she?" one of them murmured.

His friend smirked, shaking his head. "That's Dr. Evangeline Anderson. Heiress of the Macklin family. The Key to Life and Death."

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The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor echoed through the dim hospital room, its steady pulse threading a fragile line between life and the abyss.

Evangeline stood at the bedside of a small, unconscious boy. His breath was barely there, his frail body hanging by a whisper of existence.

And she could feel it-the pull of the underworld creeping into the room, its shadowy fingers reaching for him.

No soul leaves without my will.

But something was wrong. The air shifted, thickening into a suffocating weight. Shadows stretched unnaturally, curling along the walls like living things.

Eva's fingers twitched.

Hades.

"You're early," she murmured, her grip tightening around the boy's wrist. Her touch glowed faintly, a tether anchoring him to the world of the living.

A deep, amused chuckle slid through the room, dark as silk and just as lethal.

"Oh, come now, darling. You make it sound like I don't belong here."

Eva's expression darkened before she even turned.

David lounged against the far wall, watching her with infuriating amusement. He was dressed in an immaculately tailored suit, his golden cufflinks gleaming. Hands in his pockets, he radiated effortless arrogance-the kind only the King of the Underworld could wield.

She scowled. "You don't. This soul isn't yours yet."

David's gaze flickered lazily to the boy before returning to her. "He's at death's door, Diana. I'm simply holding it open."

Eva's emerald eyes burned, shadows flickering around her. "And I'm the one with the key. He stays."

David sighed dramatically, tilting his head as he studied her. "Ah, but think of the suffering you're prolonging. I'm doing you a favor."

"Don't patronize me, Hades."

Her voice cut like a blade. "You know the rules. If I haven't opened the passage, you can't take him."

David took a slow step forward, his voice turning lazy, teasing. "Ah, but you see... he's already halfway through. Maybe he wants to come with me."

Eva's fingers curled into a fist, her nails biting into her palm. The air around her pulsed, and the emerald of her eyes darkened-ink spilling over a jewel, bleeding into the abyss.

A thin, silvery mist coiled around the boy's body, the tether of his soul weakening. The underworld beckoned.

But Eva was not one to yield.

Her power surged. The room trembled. Lights flickered wildly.

David watched, intrigued. "You're serious about this one, aren't you?"

"He has time left."

A long pause. Then-David smirked, stepping back, hands raised in a mock surrender. "Very well, my lady. I'll leave this one to you."

The mist receded. The air lightened. The beeping of the monitors steadied.

Eva exhaled, her hand resting gently on the boy's forehead. "Good."

David chuckled, stepping into the shadows. But before disappearing completely, he murmured, "One day, Hecate... you'll let one slip. And I'll be there when you do."

He vanished before she could respond.

Eva clenched her fists.

He was playing a dangerous game.

And something told her it was only just beginning.

to be continued

The Macklin estate stood under the morning sky, a towering testament to history, power, and the secrets buried within its walls. It was more than a house. It was home-the only one Evangeline had ever truly known.

Standing at the grand entrance, she inhaled deeply, emerald-green eyes sweeping over the place that had shaped her. Every corner whispered memories-laughter shared with David, her cousin who was more like a brother; the firm yet loving guidance of her grandfather; the quiet strength of her uncle; and the unwavering loyalty of her closest friends.

Now, she was leaving.

Not just as Eva.

But as the woman who would take over Elite Hospital, a move that the world believed bound her to the Anderson name. Yet, few knew the truth.

She was not an Anderson by legacy.

She was Macklin.

The last heiress to a dynasty whose influence ran deeper than the world could imagine-a name so old, so powerful, it was safer in the shadows.

"Do you really want to go?"

David's voice was steady, but she caught the worry beneath it.

Eva turned to face him-her cousin, her protector. To the world, he was David Macklin, but she knew his truth.

Hades. The King of the Underworld.

And she-Diana His guide. His equal.

But today, they were simply Eva and David.

"Yes," she said softly.

David studied her for a long moment before pulling her into a fierce embrace. "Then go. But remember-no matter where you are, we are your family."

She held onto him for a heartbeat longer, then stepped back, her gaze shifting to the others.

Gina, Iris, Stephy, and Anna-her sisters in spirit-stood by the car, ready to leave with her.

Her grandfather, ever the dignified patriarch, gave her a single nod. Silent approval. Understood.

Her uncle clasped her shoulder. His grip was firm. "Make them regret ever underestimating you."

Eva smirked. "I plan to."

With one last glance at the place that had raised her, she turned and walked away.

Not as a girl leaving home.

But as a woman stepping into her destiny.

The Bloodlust of Lucifer

The room reeked of blood.

Thick. Metallic. Suffocating.

Aaron Alexander Blakely stood in the dim light, fingers curled into fists, his tailored suit somehow untouched by the carnage before him. His fire-like eyes burned, flickering like embers ready to ignite.

And then-

They turned red.

The scent of blood awakened the beast inside.

The switch flipped. The world blurred. The control he had so carefully built shattered.

The man on the floor whimpered, his body beyond saving.

"You should have known better."

Aaron's voice was eerily calm.

The man choked, blood gurgling in his throat.

Aaron crouched beside him, tilting his head. "Did you really think betrayal would go unpunished?"

The stench thickened.

Rip him apart.

The darkness clawed at him, demanding release. The thin thread of his humanity strained under the weight of it.

Then-

"Aaron."

A firm hand on his shoulder.

His muscles coiled. The hunger for destruction burned.

Jayce.

His brother's voice cut through the haze.

"You need to stop."

Aaron's jaw tightened. "He made a mistake."

"And he's already dying for it."

Silence.

Aaron's fingers twitched.

He needed-

"Aaron, look at me."

Jayce's grip tightened, his steady aura pressing against the storm inside him.

Slowly, painfully, Aaron exhaled. The red in his eyes faded. The fire dulled.

Lucifer retreated.

For now.

Aaron pulled away, adjusting his cufflinks like nothing had happened. When he spoke, his voice was sharp, merciless.

"Dispose of him."

Jayce exhaled but nodded.

Aaron turned on his heel and walked away.

The bloodlust would return.

It always did.

"I need a distraction."

Jayce smirked. "Lucky for you, there's an event tonight. Stephy planned it."

Aaron's lips twitched. "Ah. The event."

Jayce raised a brow. "You sound... interested."

Aaron said nothing. Instead, he grabbed his suit jacket. "Let's go."

The Return of Evangeline Anderson

England had changed.

Or maybe, she had.

Eva stepped out of the car, emerald-green eyes sweeping over the Anderson estate-a mansion she had never truly called home.

The grand house loomed before her. Elegant. Imposing. Unfamiliar.

She had been here before, briefly, during formal gatherings where she was nothing more than an outsider looking in.

Today, she stepped through those doors as Evangeline Anderson.

The weight of expectation settled on her shoulders.

She took a deep breath and walked inside.

A voice rang through the grand hall-teasing, unmistakable.

"Ah, look who finally decided to acknowledge her long-lost brother!"

Before she could react, Evan tackled her in an overly dramatic hug.

"Evan-what the hell-"

"Shhh," he hushed, hand over his heart. "Let me have this moment. My dear little sister, lost to the world, has finally returned to my embrace."

Eva sighed. "Evan, I swear-"

He pulled back, grinning. "God, you're way too serious. Are you sure you weren't secretly adopted by a mafia family? You reek of mystery."

Eva rolled her eyes. "I was literally raised in front of everyone-"

Evan leaned in, mock-whispering, "Yet somehow, no one knows a damn thing about you."

Not inaccurate.

"Eva, don't let him fool you," Stephy said, walking past, phone in hand. "He's just dramatic."

Evan gasped. "Excuse you? I am charming. There's a difference."

Stephy didn't glance up. "Mm-hmm. Keep telling yourself that."

Eva bit back a smirk. Some things never changed.

Evan feigned deep offense. "I swear, no one respects me in this house."

Eva crossed her arms. "You look different."

Evan's smirk widened. "So do you."

"Yeah, well, I actually grew up here," he added.

Eva exhaled. This was going to be complicated.

Evan leaned casually against the grand staircase. "So... you planning to hug me, or just glare at me like I stole your lunch?"

Eva scoffed. "You wish."

A chuckle escaped him, breaking the tension.

"Still the same."

Eva smirked. "And you?"

For a moment, something flickered in his gaze. Then, the grin returned.

"Better dressed, richer, and currently running an entire country."

Eva blinked. "...What?"

Evan shrugged. "Dad's health is declining. Guess who's holding everything together?"

Then his gaze shifted-to Stephy.

Eva narrowed her eyes. Oh no.

"Are you seriously interested in my best friend?" she deadpanned.

Evan's grin turned smug. "What can I say? She's fascinating."

Stephy, without looking up, muttered, "And you're a distraction."

Eva sighed.

This was going to be a mess.

To be continued