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When the planets was created and humans had just started to roam the Earth, an evil spirit sat above the cosmos, pondering on her dilemma. Inclementia, the demon of the underworld was contemplating the task that the mother goddess had set for her. Amalthea had told Inclementia to pay a visit and warn the humans. She found this as an opportunity to wreck havoc upon Earth, but she desperately wanted a spot in the high court of heavenly gods. Nevertheless, mischievousness overtook her as it always had, and Inclementia sped down to the planet in a bright light of purple, her unmistakable clawed feet behind her.
The humans didn't notice the unfamiliar hooded figure that ambled down dirt paths. They didn't notice the slightly clawed footprints that followed the mysterious profile. Everyone except one. Minerva had sensed that the clumsy person underneath the black cloak was not ordinary.
Born in a family of judges and high court advisors, she had lived an isolated life. Adrenaline tingled beneath her veins, the feeling wanting to be unboxed but silenced by strict words.
That night as stars speckled the midnight blue sky, Minerva crept from her panelled bed. The cold grass tickled her feet and she longed to run across the rolling hills. Suddenly, she heard metal fall against metal. Minerva turned around slowly and saw a silhouetted figure in the moonlight. Clawed footprints followed the being and her heart raced as she recognised the outlines. Inclementia. The Merciless. It was too late. The demon ran towards Minerva with outstretched hands and she frantically searched for anything to throw at the spirit. A silver blade glinted in the moonlight and she grabbed it with her shaking hand and plunged it into the icy cold air, straight into the demon's heart. The scream of Inclementia was the last thing she heard as the ringing in her ears overtook her senses.
As ribbons of pink and yellow swirled in the dying light, Violet sat at the windowsill and gazed at the houses opposite her. House 56 had been abandoned for 13 years and the old couple that had lived there had vanished in the most suspicious circumstances. The street wasn't normal. It was separated from the main road that all the houses branched from. The houses were near the harbour and the salty air was in Violet's veins. The neighbourhood was peaceful. Until the arrival of a new neighbour.
Cecilia and Robert Hazelwood had lived in the house opposite Violet. House 56. When the new neighbour arrived, she was nothing to what she had expected. With midnight black hair that hung loosely over her shoulders, she had happily answered to all of the neighbours nosy questions.
The new neighbour revealed herself to be Clementina and she had recently moved into the city. More neighbours crowded around her and people came out of their houses to see what the noise was about.
Violet watched the scene unfold through her bedroom window. She could sense that Clementina was unusually reserved, as if underneath her picturesque face was an entirely different person.
The humans didn't notice the unfamiliar hooded figure that ambled down dirt paths. They didn't notice the slightly clawed footprints that followed the mysterious profile. Everyone except one. Minerva had sensed that the clumsy person underneath the black cloak was not ordinary.
Born in a family of judges and high court advisors, she had lived an isolated life. Adrenaline tingled beneath her veins, the feeling wanting to be unboxed but silenced by strict words.
That night as stars speckled the midnight blue sky, Minerva crept from her panelled bed. The cold grass tickled her feet and she longed to run across the rolling hills. Suddenly, she heard metal fall against metal. Minerva turned around slowly and saw a silhouetted figure in the moonlight. Clawed footprints followed the being and her heart raced as she recognised the outlines. Inclementia. The Merciless. It was too late. The demon ran towards Minerva with outstretched hands and she frantically searched for anything to throw at the spirit. A silver blade glinted in the moonlight and she grabbed it with her shaking hand and plunged it into the icy cold air, straight into the demon's heart. The scream of Inclementia was the last thing she heard as the ringing in her ears overtook her senses.
As ribbons of pink and yellow swirled in the dying light, Violet sat at the windowsill and gazed at the houses opposite her. House 56 had been abandoned for 13 years and the old couple that had lived there had vanished in the most suspicious circumstances. The street wasn't normal. It was separated from the main road that all the houses branched from. The houses were near the harbour and the salty air was in Violet's veins. The neighbourhood was peaceful. Until the arrival of a new neighbour.
Cecilia and Robert Hazelwood had lived in the house opposite Violet. House 56. When the new neighbour arrived, she was nothing to what she had expected. With midnight black hair that hung loosely over her shoulders, she had happily answered to all of the neighbours nosy questions.
The new neighbour revealed herself to be Clementina and she had recently moved into the city. More neighbours crowded around her and people came out of their houses to see what the noise was about.
Violet watched the scene unfold through her bedroom window. She could sense that Clementina was unusually reserved, as if underneath her picturesque face was an entirely different person.