The moon was shining as bright as ever, a raven haired girl was sitting atop a mansion, reading a book. On first glance, the book seemed like a regular book, but if someone were to take a closer look, they would discover that the writings on it were of another world.

A long time ago, the land was covered in darkness. People of all ages lived in fear, always wondering if it was the day that they would die. Creatures of night roamed the world freely, and did whatever they wanted, and nobody could stop them. The preists tried summoning a hero of another world, and succeeded. Only, the hero died the following week. So they summoned another hero, this time it was of a girl, she was instantly labeled a 'saint'. Her hair was like that of gold, and eyes was that of the blue sky that they have nearly forgotten. Sadly, she died of mana depletion. They then summoned hero after hero, and they all died on after another.

And so they lived year after year, hope dying with each passing day. They tried praying to the goddess of light, but her light couldn't reach the world covered in darkness, where light was immediately extinguished the moment it was felt and that goodness, or holiness was instantly turned dark and evil.

One day, when all hope was lost, the young man went to the temple of darkness and prayed. Prayed for the goddess of darkness to do what the god of light couldn't do, which was to save them from this living hell. The population of the people dwindled to that of a few hundreds, and he was sure that they would perish within that year.

No one knows what has happened within that temple, all anyone really saw, that is it they could see at all, was a dark ominous red light. The man who had entered, walked out, seeming as though nothing has changed, that is, if you disregard the glint in his bloody red eyes.

The following days, a new demon was said to be born, they were called the vampires. They got their power from sucking the blood of others, at first they were regarded with fear, but as time past, it was said that they saved multiple people from the grasps of death and soon they became the hope of all people. Then, the unimaginable occurred.

The darkness had dispersed, letting people see the light of day again. The beasts have dwindled to a safe amount of numbers. At first they were grateful to the vampires for saving them from that living hell, but people dislike those that they can't kill, and can't die. In fact they fear them, they fear those more powerful than them. That was when the vampire hunting began.

Nothing really affected them, holy water, fire, time, even being stabbed in the heart, the only way to kill them was to behead them, even leaving a bit of the head attached was bad as the skin could regrow and the head would be attached back on again.

Finally, the last known vampire has died. It was the same one as the one who entered the temple of darkness. He died with a smile for he was expecting for this to happen for a long, long time, and with his death came a prophecy.

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Of course, with each retelling, the prophecy changes. For what was once truth is now lies and the lie killed many, but that lie was the truth as well, and it was

Silence stared at this for a bit before thinking, 'how cheesy, this is ineed a childs world.' Even someone like her could create a better prophecy than this, besides...there were hints of tampering being done in the pages.

'Ah, perhaps they wanted to make this into a love story.'