The moon beamed beautifully at its place in the night sky, painted white with a tint of red as it hovered over the ominous evening. It was undeniably the first night of the moon of thunder, the night where the phoenix is told to be resurrected and the night where a whole race or two may end. Many have prayed that such occurrence fail to be held, but as the orb of night lucidly welcomed them to the dark side of the hours no prayer can stop what is supposed to happen.

The air was heavy as though it were filled with water, seeming to suffocate those who breathe it in a mere suggestion of the ponderous act that all of them would need to play in due time. None wanted to be entitled as murder or a felon seized for treason, if anything all that they desired was peace throughout all the nations even with the humans yet despite all their litanies it was impossible to win.

With black there is white, with evil there is good and with death there is life. That was the overall scheme of life, there would always be an opposite of a thing and along with it is the struggle for balance, for the same ground. Nonetheless, there are ones who still chooses to be within the lesser good though knowing that it might not end so well.

“At last” Helena sang, breathing in the burnt scent of the match she used to light the candles. The simple act appeared to be quite evil regardless of its normalcy. Was it the feat that was evil or her disposition finally revealing its truest nature for all to fear?

Candles spread throughout the mount, almost covering all grounds that were considered near to the tomb. In the inner site was a circle drawn with white powder – pulverized chalk perhaps, covering much of the earth where it piled up and formed a hill. Around the ground the tomb stood in was another circle drawn with the same ingredient though smaller, the tomb drifting steady just above of it. Between the drawings were six lines that connected them both, equally apart from each other as it marked the spot where the six ingredients would stand.

“The moon is playing on our part, I can feel the power, almost taste our victory” she hackled raspy, a laughter that would make one think if the person is hurting themselves or the least their throat.

Her dreadful expression of pleasure put aside, there was an eerie atmosphere as no one aside from herself, Vithara and the six others were present. It was not a scene where they were driven out because of their unworthy presence in the midst of something great, it was more of preys scurrying for their lives as they sense their predator ready for the hunt.

Vithara slithered out of the darkness, bringing in behind her were the six – two of them slave witches who were instructed to bring the chalices in which held the blood of the vampire king and queen. Wearing a black cloak they stood in their felicitous places. Bearing nothing but a dagger with them they were not sure if they were truly prepared for what they are about to do but then again prepared or not they did not have any other option or way out.

“Everything is set master, they await your command” the snake crawled away from them and placed herself beside her master, hissing excitedly.

All of them had a reason for being a part of the evil act, all including Vithara. She had always wanted a human form, a form where she need not crawl or take orders from anyone as she was easily taken down. She was made known by Helena that the Phoenix will be able to grant her wish and that particular reason was partly why she did almost everything she was told to do.

“Thank you my dear” she smiled at her before stepping forward, her action more precise and more confident than ever.

So in this part there are two parts, one for Hero/Jaejoong and one for Araia/Dara. This whole thing is because it's all happening at the same time. To make it easier Araia/Dara's would be in this format, so it isn't confusing and to make clear that it's at the same time but very,very,very,very different. Also that they both end at the same time. Will be notified when.

Looking above at the trees and the leaves the covered the night sky she tilted her head in manner that showed her disinterest and loathing over the chaste portion of nature, exactly where she is gather all the power she needs from. The six other just below her waited in silence, nervous to get it wrong when they themselves did not even know what they are supposed to do but nonetheless, they mentally prepared themselves.

With a wave of her hand along the air the trees opened up as if the simple twitch of her hand moved them away. There it was again, the moon unwavering as ever. She stood there gracefully, admiring the beauty of the orb as it sat in a perfect position that seemed reserved just for her biddings for the night. At that she felt powerful; she felt the energy seeping into her as though it has been waiting in reserve for her to obtain.

“It is time” she hackled, laughter echoing through the dark shadows of the wood. The wind began to blow coldly, freezing everything that it passed along its path. A thin layer formed on the surface of the ground, of the leaves, of the trees and even on their skin, flakes of ice bit them.

Helena brought both of her hands in front of her – just in front of her chest, palms against each other. She sighed, her breathe turning into steam as it contacted the cold air. She closed her eyes and within her arms dripped down what seemed to be some sort of liquid only it glowed hot red and viscous. It ran down her arm and then trickled onto the ground, they watched in amazement as it flowed towards the circle. One of them tried to reach and touch in curiosity but then stopped only to realize that it was not what it seemed to be – just thick liquid that glowed, it was molten lava.

Soon as the small droplet of lava touched the circle the white powder blazed into fire, lighting it up until the flames reached each other around it. All six of them flinched upon contact of the fire, expecting the burn to pain them but calmed when the white flame did not but warm them of the cold.

The markings of the tomb lit up, making itself known to them that it was ready as well. Along with that the six of them brought out daggers they took in with them, the other two held the chalice containing the vampire king and queen’s blood with both hands in front of them.

I summon thee from death, come to life and take back your breath.

As soon as Helena began to speak the wind began to blow harder, the fire burn stronger and then lightning along with thunder descended. At that peak of the moment the four; Knight, Halo, Amelia and Jasper, all held out there wrist