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[CONTENTID2] "Shadows owns its birth to light" -John Gray. [/CONTENTID2]

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A line of bodies could be seen in the darkness that was just lit with the rays of the moon. Every minute they took one step; one step towards their death. But they didn’t care they volunteer for this, they thought they were getting eternal life, granted something wonderful, something glorious in their afterlife. Yet all that there receiving is pleasure for that single minute, and the rest is silence.

The line is getting shorter, and shorter as time passes reaching a few stairs that make a small lift towards as many people would call it, a throne, it was made of the white leather surrounding it by a rich black lining, and embroilment of swirls and curls that made the throne even more fascinating. There on the throne sat a really white pale slender man. He had dark blue eyes that seemed to pop out due to his skin; he had a tone body but it was still slim compare to the wolves. Wearing just black pants, with a golden belt and black toe-closed shoes, he carefully maneuvered the body that was going up the steps towards him. He gently picked the person but before slowly and carefully caressing their face, pulling their hair of one side just behind their ear, before taking a small but slow sniff on their neck all the way to the end of their collar-bone before heading back up towards the lower part of their neck and diving into his meal.

The only sound that could be heard in that minute was the speed of his blood intake from the body, crushing it with his hands the more it took from it, until there was nothing left. From his strength the body would crack from where it was being hold, then it was dropped dead on the floor, with a small kick from him the body would roll over down the steps until a servant came and removed it.

Another body was getting ready to walk up the steps, the dark blue eyed man repeated the same steps, as he did with all the other ones, yet with each step that he took to prepare himself, he could see from the side of his eye, that a shadows were beginning to form in his throne room. He stopped mid-way into his bite, when the shadow started walking towards him. His soldiers stood firmly in front of him only to be thrown away by the same shadows that started to reveal what they had hidden.

"I believe its enough bodies for tonight, do you not think so? Or is the new moon affecting you so bad.?" the female voice that came from the shadows spoke towards the man sitting in the throne. He on the other hand just snapped the neck of the body that he had without taking his bite, appetite gone away. He released a laugh that caused cold shivers down his servants back, before taking a stand and walk towards his new guest. "Well, If it isn’t the princess; Jiyoung what a pleasure, it had been a while do you think?" He stated. Jiyoung on the other hand just let out a small scoff, and roll of her eyes before jabbing a finger at his chest. "That is not the reason that I am here and we both know it." He nodded his head before walking towards the bodies that were still lined up, a far away gaze was on each and every one of them, not bothered to move at all. He nodded his head contemplating on the words that she spoke, before hum