Prologue

Today was an auspicious day; the God of Darkness's long-awaited daughter was born. Her name was Deidamia the future Goddess of Magic and Darkness and all its realms.

The God and Goddess were over the moon as Deidamia was their only child and the only child they could ever have. Thus, they threw an elaborate 100-day celebration that lasted for twenty-one days and twenty-one nights.

It seems everyone was invited. gods and goddesses from all corners of the earth descended upon the Dark Castle. However, on the last day, Nieves, the Goddess of Ice and Snow stormed her way into the castle sending chills everywhere she went.

Nieves had always been in love with Amon, the God of Darkness, but sadly for her, Amon never notices her despite her best efforts. He instead married that scum Keres, the Goddess of Magic, leaving her humiliated and heartbroken.

So, filled with jealousy and anger, Nieves snuck into the nursery and did the only crude thing she could.

She froze little Deidamia's heart.

With a frozen heart, Deidamia could never know what love was. Blissfully happiness would be forever beyond her grasp.

With a smug look on her face, the Nieves prepared for her escape. But moments before she fleed the castle, Amon appeared in a puff of black smoke and rage.

You see, the God of Darkness was not the really the God of Darkness; he was but Zenith, the Emperor of the Heavens, the creator and ruler of everything. Doomed to live a life of loneliness and celibacy.

Zenith had fallen in love with Keres and had transformed himself into a minor immortal to be with her. Keres was mere immortal, several ranks below him and thus, he had to result to lies and elaborate schemes to make her his.

Nieves trembled with fear and remorse when she realized whose baby she has cursed.

In Zenith's anger, he had changed back to his pure form. The sun was his head, the stars were his eyes, and his robe was life itself, and when he looked at Nieves with disdain and contempt. The Goddess of Ice and Snow shivered in fear.

Zenith summoned all the lightning in the sky, thunder and rain storms surrounded the Dark Castle. But before any bolt could strike Nieves, it was blocked by an invisible force.

If one looked closer, one would have seen a little hand stretched out of the crib at that exact moment.

That was the moment Nieves made her escape.

Zenith turns to look at his daughter, pondering for a bit. He finally smiled as he brushed her face.

A while later, as Keres was rocking Deidamia to sleep, she wondered how in the stars did she end up with such a merciful child.