Chapter 7: Born Of Darkness, Bound By Blood

Evelyn stood between two brothers, two protectors, two liars.

The air was thick with tension, and her patience had long run dry. She turned to them, eyes burning with fierceness.

I want the truth. No more riddles, no more games. Who sent those creatures? And why am I their target?

Damien let out a slow breath, his usual confidence cracking. Ronan looked away, his jaw stiffened as if fighting against something buried deep inside him.

"You were never supposed to be born, Damien said again. Your existence is…He hesitated. "A violation."

Evelyn looking in total confusion. A violation? To what?

Ronan exhaled sharply. To the laws of the Ancients. You were never meant to exist, Evelyn, because you were created from something forbidden.

Now getting more confused. Created? What the hell does that mean?

Damien's expression darkened. You are not fully human. You are the result of a bloodline that should have died centuries ago. The Blood of the Forgotten flows in your veins.

Evelyn staggered back. The Blood of the Forgotten…?

A sharp roar cut through the night, a sound so chilling it made the very ground tremble beneath them.They were no longer in the tower, they had left after the last attack, taking refuge in an abandoned chapel hidden deep within the woods. But even here, the darkness had found them.

BOOM!

The old wooden doors of the chapel exploded inward, sending dust flying. The creatures had come again. But this time, they were not alone. From the shadows emerged a figure covered in black robes, his face hidden beneath a hood. His presence was suffocating, like death itself had stepped into the room.

Evelyn, he said, his voice as ancient as the earth itself. You are an abomination.

Damien and Ronan instantly drew their weapons. Evelyn, heart pounding, stepped back, gripping the dagger she had taken from Ronan's belt earlier.

The creatures twisted, horrific beings with hollow eyes and enlarged claws rumbled, surrounding them.

Damien's grip tightened around his sword. "Necrofiends."

Evelyn's breath hitched. She had heard of them before, creatures summoned from the Void, beings that could not die unless killed by the one they were sent to destroy. They weren't just after her. They were bound to her.

Who sent them? she demanded, her voice sharp. The hooded figure took a step forward, his presence pressing down on her like a crushing weight. "The High Elders."

Damien hardened. Ronan's face darkened.

Evelyn's pulse thundered. The High Elders. The rulers of the supernatural world. And they wanted her dead.

But why? she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The hooded figure leaned his head. Because you are the child of two enemies. A forbidden creation. You were never meant to take your first breath.

 Evelyn felt like she couldn't breathe.

Damien's voice was razor sharp. "She is no threat to them."

The hooded figure let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Not yet. But she will be. She is the key to breaking the Balance." The Balance. The invisible force that kept the supernatural world in check.

Evelyn's very existence threatened to unravel it. Before she could process it, the creatures lunged.

The chapel blew up into chaos.

Damien struck first, his sword flashing in the dim light, cutting through the first Necrofiend. Ronan moved like a shadow, his daggers slicing through the air.

Evelyn, heart hammering, didn't wait to be saved. She ran straight into the fight. A Necrofiend pounced on her. She barely dodged, rolling to the side as its claws slashed inches from her throat. Without thinking, she drove her dagger into its chest.

The creature roar, its body convulsing, then, to her horror, it didn't die. Instead, it latched onto her wrist, its icy claws digging into her skin.

Pain exploded through her body. She screamed, falling to her knees. The creature's hollow eyes bore into hers, as if trying to drain something from her.

Ronan's voice roared through the chaos. They're trying to consume her essence! They feed on her blood! Damien's fury exploded. He moved like a storm, his blade glowing with unnatural light. He slashed down, severing the Necrofiend's head in one clean motion.

Evelyn gasped as the pain subsided. Her skin burned where the creature had touched her. But there was no time to recover.

The hooded figure moved toward her.

Ronan threw his dagger at him, but with a wave of his hand, the blade stopped mid air and dropped harmlessly to the ground. The man lifted his hood.

And Evelyn froze.

His face was death itself. A hollow, skeletal visage with piercing silver eyes. He was no mere sorcerer. He was an Ancient, a being that existed before time itself.

Damien's voice was pure rage. "You don't belong in this world."

The Ancient smiled. "Neither does she."

And then he struck. A blast of dark energy surged toward Evelyn. Ronan moved without thinking, he threw himself in front of her. The force hit him full force, everything stopped.

Evelyn's scream shattered the night.

Ronan collapsed, his body hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Blood pooled beneath him. Damien's roar shook the earth. He launched himself at the Ancient, his blade aimed straight for his heart.

But the Ancient vanished into shadows. The Necrofiends disappeared with him.

And all that was left was the sound of Evelyn's ragged breathing and Ronan lying motionless in her arms.

She shook him. Ronan! Open your eyes!

Damien fell to his knees beside her, his face pale with rage and panic. He's still breathing.

But barely.

Evelyn gripped her fists. Her blood burned. Her heart raged.

They wanted her dead? Then she would fight.

She was not a mistake. She was not an abomination.

And she would prove it. No matter the cost.

 …. Continue….