ANDROMEDA DELVAUX

CHAPTER ONE: The prophecy

                          *ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO.*

"What is the reason for this ruckus, Elder Eduardo what is going on here?"

King Massimo Octavian Dragos asks walking inside the Hemmelig Chambre, where they held secret meetings away from prying ears in the Castello. 

"My lord, we have yet no idea for this urgent call from the Profeta. Elder Horace called the meeting per the Profeta's request." 

 Elder Eduardo replies, with a bow and the Vampire king nods, going to take his seat. 

 "Go on now. Why the urgent need for this meeting, I have a meeting with the l'Ombre de Démons clan head, I don't have all day." 

   King Octavian says with a cold glare directed towards the Profeta who trembled on the spot. 

 Despite how powerful Profeta was a seer and an enchantress, she feared the Vampire Lord gravely for she is, slaved to him. 

 A foolish decision she made fifty years back when he saved her life, and in return, Profeta swore absolute loyalty and service to the Vampire King. 

 A decision she came to regret after years of serving him. Her mistaking was wanting to live to survive if she had the slightest idea of what awaited her in the hands of the Vampire King Massimo, Profeta would have chosen death instead. 

Profeta selfish desires to live caused her an eternity of service to the Vampire King and also her offsprings up to the fourth generation. 

      "Speak up will you, I don't have all day for this nonsense." 

King Octavian voice booms through the Chambre and Profeta Trembled, her knees wobbling. 

  "I do wish to speak my lord, but I fear for my life." 

  Profeta replies, her head down in a bow. 

 "Then I swear by my throne to spare your life, now speak." 

  The Vampire King says, and Profeta nods her head although, given the assurance that she had another day live, the fear of the Vampire King she harboured didn't recede. 

 If King Octavian is known for anything, it would be his inability to exercise patience and his impulsive nature.

The Great King Massimo Octavian Dragos has never had a knack for patience. Patience was never a thing of character to him, for he believes patience is for the weak, a strong man need not have patience if he wants to be feared. And the Vampire King saw patience as a weakness. 

  In other words, King Massimo Octavian is the perfect definition you of Impulsive, Temperamental, Impatient, Brutal, Maniac, Psychopath and let's not forget a blood-sucking Demon for all much fear him.

"While I slept the night, the spirits came to me with a prophecy, a prophecy of doom and I chose to warn you about it, My Lord."  

 Profeta says with a shaky breath her head down as she dared not to look King Octavian in the eyes.  

 "Where is this treachery coming from, how dare you stand before me to mock my intelligence, Guards."

King Octavian Snarls in Anger, his fangs elongating and his claws ready to rip apart Profeta's throat, and the woman trembled as she feared for her life. King Octavian had called for the guards, and she knew that didn't would yield nothing good.  

 "My lord, you gave your word to spare my life. I speak not my words but that of the spirit. I am but a loyal servant at your service. Please my lord." 

  Profeta pleads, falling on her knees, her head bowed to the ground to show absolute submission to the vampire king.

"Go on, then speak, chose your next words wisely." 

 King Octavian says, and Profeta nods in understanding, praying the oracles guides her in delivering the prophecy without losing her head. 

 "A child is to come, A baby girl born on the day of the Black Sun, born with great powers gifted to her by the gods, the power to harness nature and life forms. None will be as great as er; neither will there be any greater than her. For upon this child lies the destiny of extinction to the Vampire Race. For the gods are angered. The impeccable sins of the Vampires no longer a sight to behold. And the cries of the innocent, thus sore their ears. The Chosen one with power drawn from the black sun the direct descendant of the gods is upon you unto this day, for no more shall the Vampires deems themselves godlike and their existence shall be no more." 

 Profeta says, ending her prophecy with heavy breaths. King Octavian rose from his seat with a loud hiss Madness and anger brewing in his eyes. 

   "What mockery."

Elder Eduardo hisses, accompanied with a disgruntled hiss from the other Vampire lords in the room. 

One minute King Octavian had his chairs flipped, in a blink of an eye, he was right before Profeta, lifting on her feet by her throat, his claws breaking through the skin on her neck.

"No one threatens me and lives to see the next sun. How dare the gods threaten my existence and that of my entire race. Extinction? Who dares rain doom the Dragos Ravnos Clan. Tell the spirits. I make the rules. I King Massimo Octavian Dragos is the god above all gods." 

The Vampire king Snarls, his hold around Profeta neck tightening and she sputters as she pleads for mercy. 

 "Pl-ease, M-my L-o-r-d mercy. I spe-ak as shown, mercy." 

Profeta pleads, helplessly as she dare not make attempts to scratch on the king's hand for me. 

  "Now tell me, why do I spare your life, if you're conniving with the so-called gods," 

King Octavian says, a devilish smile decorating his lips. 

"I kn-ow, know-how t..to. A way out." 

Profeta stumbles on her words, and the vampire releases his hold her throat dropping her on the floor like a potato sack.  

Profeta coughs vigorously as her body dropped to the floor, and her eyes clouded with tears. 

She regrets the day she met him, the very she sold her soul to the devil.

  "Go on now, speak before I decide to have your blood for dinner." 

  The vampire king says, standing above her in his all-black regal. 

And Profeta wastes no time to fall back on her feet before him. 

"I know what race would bear the girl my lord, all we need to do is get to the child before she grows up, that way we can lock in her powers, the prophecy would pass after that."

Profeta explains, hoping the Vampire King would believe her and go along with her suggestions. 

" Go on tell what race she be off, either Human, Wiccan, weres, fairy and the nymphs. I care not the race, so you tell."   

 "The witches coven My king." 

Profeta answers, seeking forgiveness from the gods as she betrays her people, but she does it for the. If King Octavian takes her suggestion, her plan will set in motion, and she can finally break her link to him and bring an end to The King and all his people. 

A loud snarl of anger from the Vampire king resonates the room accompanied with hisses of disgust from the lords and Profeta shivered in fear. 

 "Those conniving humans, who claim superior to us."

 One of the elder hisses and Elder Eduardo snarls,

   "They would not live to see the day." 

   Eduardo says, clenching his hands in anger. 

 "How dare they connive with the gods against me and my race. When is the next Black sun." 

  King Octaviana asks to no one in particular. 

"In four days, my lord."

Profeta replies and King Octavian smiles. 

"That's enough time for them to catch fun. Lord Horrace assemble the Haer I have work for them."

The Vampire Kings instructs, and lord Horace speeds out the room in a flash. 

  "Elder Ingrum, I need every information on all the witch coven out there before nightfall tomorrow." 

 Profeta watches as the Vampire lord gives out instruction and she swallowed summoning up the courage to talk without permission.

 "My lord, what do you plan, to do." 

 She asks dreading his response, and the Vampire King turned to her with a scold.

"What do you think I plan to annihilate them, of course."

 He responds with no empathy. 

Profeta couldn't contain her shock as she gasps out loud. 

"But my lord, you can't do that, My lord, that's....." 

A hard slap lands on her cheek as she tried talking from the Vampire King.

 "The next time you question my authority, it would be your head. Guards take her out of my sight to the dungeon. I can't have her telling those scoundrels what is coming their way.

       As the guards drag Profeta out of the Hemmelig Chambre, Lord Horrace returns with Haer.

"Good you have work to do in four days. The black sun is a day granted us for strengths. For centuries the day of the black sun is known as a day that gives us lasting powers. Yet the so-called gods are trying to use our strength to orchestrate our downfall. In four days you would scout all Witches coven for any expecting mother. I want just one thing No Child birthed on that day. Kill them all, if you find a child on that day in the witches coven kill them. No child born on the Black sun day should survive the night. Am I clear." 

   The Vampire King Octavian bellows. 

"Yes, My king." 

The Haers responds in unison, and the Vampire King smirks, they won't know what's coming until it hits them. 

And from that moment henceforth, It became a tradition As the Black sun appears in every ten years, so does crying emerges in various covens. 

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N: B

HAER = Army.

HEMMELIG CHAMBRE = Secret room.

CASTELLO= Castle. 

AND ALSO IN THIS STORYS WICCAN IS ALSO THE SAME THING AS WITCH SO DON'T GET CONFUSE WHEN I USE WICCAN IN MOST PLACE AND USE WITCH IN OTHER PLACES, it would solely depend on the context of the paragraph or scene.