Prologue
The room is dark. A mysterious-looking woman appears, her pupils golden, her skin olive. Her hair wavy, long, and black. She is barefoot, wearing only a black dress. She is adorned in jewelry: Golden bracelets on her wrists and ankles, along with earrings on her lobes, and a large necklace draping down her chest. She has a beaming smile on her face, as she waits in excitement for what is about to take place. She materializes a leather sofa from thin air and lays down, lounging seductively across it and sipping on a chalice of wine. She speaks with a calm and pleasant disposition:
“Ah, finally. You’ve arrived. I was beginning to wonder if anyone still cared for stories of broken souls and desperate bargains. What you’re about to witness is no fairy tale. No, it’s far darker — twisted by power, soaked in blood, and laced with secrets even angels fear to speak.
Our heroine? Vicious, yes. Arrogant? Absolutely. But she ends up dead, you see. And death, as you’ll soon learn, is merely a cruel doorway — a joke that fate plays on those who think their story is over. Death is never the end, not for you mortals anyway.
Oh heavens, I’m not going to spoil everything for you. That would not be very fun now would it? But to sum it up: The poor girl will have to carry the burden of tremendous power, and she must use it to earn forgiveness for her past life or suffer the consequences. Such a torturous existence for her, but at the same time amusing for the rest of us.
The city below? That so-called City of Angels? It will tremble beneath her shadow. And she will tremble as she carries the weight of the city’s darkness and corruption on her shoulders, praying that it does not consume her, that she does not fall with it. And me? Well, I’ll be here… watching. Waiting in pleasant anticipation for this performance to take place, like you are right now.
So settle in, dear reader. Grab some wine! Watch closely and remember — not all monsters wear their fangs openly. Some hide behind a smile. They don’t go about roaring, seeking whom to devour like some do, but rather they simply watch. Here’s where it all begins.
Oh, how deliciously this story begins. And I promise, this story will be an interesting one. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
