The crimson mark on her neck was the first thing he noticed. It was a small, delicate line that seemed to glow in the darkness. He had never seen anything like it before. "What is that?" he asked. She looked down at her neck, then back up at him. "It's a birthmark," she said. "I've had it since I was born." He reached out and touched it lightly. It was soft and warm, like the skin of a rose petal. "It's beautiful," he said. She smiled. "Thank you," she said. "I've always thought so, too." He looked into her eyes, and for a moment, he felt like he was drowning. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were deep, dark crimson, like the blood of a vampire. "What's your name?" he asked. "My name is Lilith," she said. "Lilith," he said. "That's a beautiful name." "Thank you," she said. "It's a Hebrew name. It means 'night creature...
In the small village of Eldor, nestled deep within the ancient forests, a powerful witch named Morgana once resided. She was feared and revered by the villagers for her unmatched magical abilities. However, over time, Morgana's heart grew dark, and she began to covet more power than she possessed. Driven by her insatiable hunger for power, Morgana delved into forbidden rituals and ancient incantations, seeking to tap into the darkest forces of magic. In her reckless pursuit, she accidentally unleashed a malevolent entity known as the Shadow Lord, a creature of pure darkness and evil. The Shadow Lord quickly seized control over Morgana, bending her will to his own. He compelled her to cast a curse upon the village, enveloping it in an eternal night and shrouding it in impenetrable darkness. The villagers were trapped within their own fears and nightmares, unable to escape the nightmarish realm they now inhabited. As the village suffered under the witch's curse, hope ...