Prologue: Welcome

As the cold breeze roamed around the City of Elise, located in the alleyway is a fair maiden walking with ease. In the middle of the night, bustling in cold fright, the fair maiden felt a tinge of anxiety in her mind. Butterflies occupied her stomach as her heart rapidly beat in her chest. She frantically looked around, trying to see if there was something wrong. But alas, it was empty, the alleyway was like an empty she'll filled with only rubbish of the folks that walked by before her in the daytime. In the amidst of her anxiety and fright, there can be seen a young man, hiding with delight. Watching the fair maiden with a menacing grin and eyes that had found their prey. The young man, quietly and swiftly, got closer and closer to the fair maiden. As he hid behind the empty crates in the side of the walls, he had only one thing in mind, and that was to catch her and make him his forever.

The fair maiden, on the other hand, brushed the feeling off. Thinking it was just her mind playing tricks with her. And so, she took off, continuing to roam around the alleyway, making her way out of the place, and into the "safety" of her home. But alas, the young man did not want to lose her. He had a wicked scheme made for her. He couldn't wait much longer, but he had to wait for the right moment to catch her. The fair maiden, frightened with fear, picked up her pace as to ease her mind with worry. The man, wanting her now, stood up from his hiding place and started walking behind her.

The fair maiden, now feeling a more intense feeling, felt the cold breeze in the night which sent shivers down her spine. As it did, she heard the footsteps from behind. Her face, turned pale and white, as her hands where now cold as ice. She tried to brush the feeling off and continued walking, slowly picking up her pace every step on the way. The young man, knowing that his presence was caught, now was walking a few feet behind her. Following in her footsteps, and following her pace. The maiden, frightened by the sounds from behind her, started to sprint her way out of the alley. But alas, as she did, the young man did so too.

In the chase of cat and mouse, the fair maiden, trying her best to run for her life, in her high heels and her gown, was frantically searching for the exit. But she couldn't find it. It was as if it never existed. She ran and ran, turning in every corner, but all she could find was more paths, leading them in circles. The young man, on the other hand, was having fun chasing her down, just running behind her, a few feet away, making the adrenaline in his body turn him on. He did not only want her. But now he wants her blood. The feeling of her blood on his skin, and the color of it on hers. It made him excited and sprinted towards her.

The young maiden, frightened as hell. Felt a hand grab her arm, pushing her down on the cold concrete floor. She shouted and screamed for help, but nobody answered. She cried and pleaded, but nobody answered. It's as if she was in a ghost town, no one to hear her, no one in sight. And no one to help her from this fright.

The young man, as bold as he is, looked at the frightened maiden, with lust in his eyes. Not the kind of lust, that people feel for their partner or significant other, or as well as a one night stand. But what the young man felt, was the lust of killing, and feeling the body losing it's life infront of him. The young man, now eager to see her blood, grabbed both of her wrists with his one hand, pinning them on the ground, while his free hand roamed down her body, slowly, making it's way down to her thigh. And finally made it's way in his pocket, as he slowly took out a small knife. The maiden, watching his moves, started whaling and crying, asking for help, pleading for him to not hurt or do anything. But the young man didn't listen, all he did was slide the back of the knife on the maidens beautiful gown. A pastel pink with a hint of shimmering gold, was now being destroyed by a knife, as cold as ice.

The fair maiden, feeling the edge of the knife glide up from her thigh and onto her side, was wishing for someone to help her. To ease her pain and frightened face from the horror she was receiving, from the man she never even once new in her life. The young man on the other hand, was enjoying the look of despair on her face. With the knife slowly making it's way up to the maidens neck, he took one last look, and stared deep into her eyes.

With a grin on his face, he pointed the knife on the maidens neck. The maiden, breathing heavily, feeling the tip of the knife, on the side of her neck, closed her eyes, and prayed. That in another life, she would be happy. And with one power ****** of the young man, the maiden had her life taken away, under the moonlight, in the cold breeze of the alleyway.

The young man, still grinning, as he watched the blood of the maiden dripping down from her neck and onto the ground, was happy as he watched her life slowly and surely, disappear in her eyes.

Until, mere minutes later, the young man started to cry. Finally, feeling the guilt of what he has done, to the person he admired from afar. Now, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to breathe, the maidens body was but a broken shell, with no spirit inside to occupy it. The young man, watching the maidens lifeless body Infront of him, all he could do was cry, and shout in pain.

Did he deserve to cry? Did the maiden deserve to die? Those were the questions that onlookers felt when they heard of the news the next day.

As the young man, standing infront of the people, was looking at the crowd. Until his eyes widened in surprise, when he locked gazes with a certain person under a cloak. The man, frightened by what he saw, was about to speak, untile he was pushed and died on the scene. With people shouting in happiness as his lifeless body was swaying above the ground.

The hooded figure, in which the man saw, smirked as their eyes glowed red. Watching his soul leaving his body, and entering the glass bottle that the figure had in hand. They smirked, as the reflection of the figure shown in the bottle. It was the maiden, that the man had killed. She chuckled and spoke softly, watching the mans soul roam around in the bottle, "Welcome, to the City of Elise".

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