Pinkytinkloo

Once, they reigned supreme over the Lunaris Kingdom: Nyara Goddess of Night,  Kail God of Night, and their daughter, Iyla, the Child of Night. But two centuries ago, the cruel hand of humanity struck them down, shattering their celestial reign. Betrayal led to their demise, their divine essence scattered across Earth. Now, reborn and unaware, they live mortal lives, their memories lost to the ages.

Nyara, a 24-year-old woman on Earth, bears a striking birthmark that mimics the night sky across her back and arms. This causes her to feel alienated from her family and the world, she always covers it up. A nagging sense of incompleteness haunts her, a void where a past life should be.

Kail, now 25, carries a strange birthmark from his chest down his arm, a faint echo of his godly past. He walks a lonely path, disconnected from those around him, feeling a profound sense of loss, as if something vital has been stolen from him.

In a secluded forest, a 5-year-old girl named Iyla was discovered as a baby in forest, abandoned and marked with radiant patterns from her shoulders to her arms. She resides in an orphanage, forever overlooked for adoption due to her unusual markings.

Veil Of Night

The assignment was simple: eliminate a rival family's lieutenant who had been encroaching on Moreau territory. Routine, efficient, clinical. Just the way I liked it. No room for emotion, no space for doubt. Just a task to be completed, a loose end to be tied.

The target was holed up in a dingy warehouse on the outskirts of Central City, surrounded by a handful of guards. Amateurs. They wouldn't pose a challenge.

I moved through the shadows like a wraith, my senses heightened, my movements precise. The cool steel of my Beretta felt comforting in my hand, a familiar weight that grounded me in the present. I dispatched the guards with swift precision, each shot a calculated strike, each kill a necessary evil. I did not care it was easy for me.

The lieutenant was huddled in a back room, surrounded by crates of contraband. He looked up, his eyes widening in terror as I entered. He scrambled for his weapon, but it was too late. I already had him in my sights.

"Moreau sends his regards," I said, my voice devoid of emotion, before pulling the trigger.

The shot echoed through the warehouse, the sound strangely hollow in the vast emptiness. The lieutenant crumpled to the ground, his lifeblood staining the concrete floor. Another mission accomplished. Another soul extinguished.

I left the warehouse, the sounds of sirens already wailing in the distance. I didn't look back. There was no point. The deed was done, the message delivered. The Moreau family would not be trifled with.

Back in the sterile confines of my east wing, I showered, scrubbing away the grime and the blood, trying to wash away the darkness that clung to me like a second skin. But it was no use. The darkness was a part of me, an intrinsic element of my being.

I collapsed into bed, exhaustion weighing heavily on my limbs. But sleep offered no respite. The dreams came, as they always did, a swirling vortex of emotions and fragmented memories.

But this time, it was different. This time, the dream was not filled with the cold emptiness that usually haunted me. This time, there was warmth, there was love, there was a sense of profound connection.

I was standing in a field of stars the star were glowed so bright. I was wearing clothes all black that did not cover much of my body with gold markings, my bare feet did not bother me because of how warm they are. Before walking with pride, I was holding some one arm on one side and hold a small hand on the other. They were all I knew but I could not make there face out they would only for one to say "Daddy" and the other say "I love you" over and over again, my voice thick with emotion. I could feel the weight of their bodies pressed against mine, the warmth of their embrace, the unwavering certainty that I would do anything to protect them.

I was the guardian, the protector, the unwavering shield against the darkness. I was their everything, and they were mine. These were my light.

I woke up with a gasp, my heart pounding, tears streaming down my face. The emotions were overwhelming, so real, so intense. And yet, they were completely foreign. I have never felt these before only on my dreams

I sat up in bed, staring into the darkness, trying to make sense of what I had just experienced. I have never felt these before except on my dream. I could say those wodes. It was just my dream

I loved them but who are the people. I remembered how there face loked, but it was hard to vision. So I decdied to paint.

It was so werid, the feelimgs of protcion was the most imporyat to me. It was so werid that I could feel feelings only in my dreaams.

Chapter 19: Bloodstained Dreams