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Prologue: The Mark of Damnation
The darkness was suffocating — heavier than air, thicker than blood.
The howling wind battered the stone altar walls, while black candles fought against death itself, their flames dancing stubbornly in a windowless, lifeless chamber.
At the heart of the ritual circle, a human body lay sprawled, bleeding slowly. His heart still beat, even though his breath had ceased minutes ago.
A glowing mark, blood-red and sinister, began to etch itself onto his chest — twisted, intricate lines, as if carved straight from hell.
"At last... the heir has awakened."
A voice, distant and cold, drifted out from the void. It held no trace of humanity, no hint of mercy.
The boy's eyes fluttered open, greeted by an overwhelming crimson light — as if flames had settled deep within his gaze. The pain he felt wasn't just physical; it was a curse, sinking its fangs into his soul, devouring him from within.
"W-Who...?"
His voice was barely a whisper, strangled by fear and chilled to the bone.
The shadows around him began to stir, as though the very walls of reality were crumbling.
From the darkness, a formless entity emerged — no shape, no boundary... only two eyes, burning like embers, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"The mark has been carved into your flesh, my little one... there's no escape now."
"What... does it mean?"
"The demon's embrace. Your blood is now worth more than your life — and more precious than your death. You'll understand... once the hunters begin."
A faint chuckle, like the creaking of rusted chains, echoed through the chamber before the entity vanished as silently as it had appeared.
The boy no longer felt pain...
but something far worse.
The calm before the storm.