Prologue
A figure sat under the full moon in it's glow, with raven's feathers, withered wisteria petals and demon's blood, ready to chant the incantation to summon them. "Sussurrare Athoris, Tenebris adsumus, exsuscitare malum antiquum, in nomine sanguinis daemonis. Sussurrare Athoris, Tenebris adsumus, exsuscitare malum antiquum, in nomine sanguinis daemonis. Sussurrare Athoris, Tenebris adsumus, exsuscitare malum antiquum, in nomine sanguinis daemonis." The figure chanted as a storm of harsh, cold wind surged, the feathers, petals and blood colliding together as one with the air. Nearby, a young demon had fallen from the heavens, their back bleeding, for their wings had just been ripped from them. An ice fairy was also close, desperately seeking shelter from the cold storm, worried about their new, accidental curse they had gave themself. A fire fairy was as well, they needed to find one of their best friends. And as well as a teenage elf, who had just lost their family to dark magic. A deity rose from the red, crumbling ground and whispered sadistically to themself, "I have returned." With that, they sent corruption to sweep over the realm of Zethryxis. All the figure did was watch without remorse.. TO BE CONTINUED..