SYNOPSIS: Born from the full moon's light, Y/N is sent by her witch aunt on a secret mission to Decilis Academy, the purpose of which is to investigate the source of the obscure energy that hovers under the Silver Millennium. However, when she saves her roomate Sooha from the attack of dark creatures with the power to fortify themselves from the energy of nightmares and discovers her secret identity, she promises not to tell her friends, but everything changes once she falls for Lee Heli, one of Decelis' star students and posibily, her past life's lover.
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7 - The New Moon Malachites
On the border between the warm Eldorado Empire ruled by the sun and the mystical Silver Millennium veiled by the moon, stands Obsidian, the realm of dark magic and torment, emerges from the shadows with an eerie and foreboding presence. The very air is saturated with the essence of the New Moon, casting a perpetual gloom over the land. The sky above is a tapestry of twisted, swirling clouds, tinged with a sickly green hue that reflects the malevolence that permeates this realm.
The architecture of Obsidian is a fusion of haunting beauty and unsettling decay. Towers and spires, constructed of obsidian stone, reach towards the heavens like skeletal fingers, their sharp edges glinting with an unnatural sheen. The city streets are labyrinthine, lined with dilapidated buildings, their walls adorned with faded murals depicting grotesque scenes of despair and suffering.
Its flora reflects the macabre nature of the realm. Thorny vines snake along the ground, their blossoms exuding a sickly sweet scent that lures unsuspecting victims deeper into the clutches of darkness. Trees with gnarled branches reach skyward, their leaves a lifeless shade of black, rustling ominously with the whisperings of ancient curses.
The atmosphere itself feels heavy and suffocating, as if the very fabric of reality is tainted by the maleficence that thrives within this realm. Shadows dance and writhe, seemingly alive with sinister intent, their elongated forms stretching and contorting in eerie patterns across the desolate landscape.
As one ventures deeper into its heart, the true horrors of the New Moon's corruption come to light. Specters of tormented souls, twisted and contorted, wander the streets with vacant eyes and mournful cries that pierce the silence. These lost souls are the remnants of those consumed by the dark magic of the New Moon, forever trapped in a state of anguish and torment.
In this land, where the moon's corruption reigns supreme, every step forward is accompanied by a sense of impending doom. It is a realm of twisted desires, shattered hopes, and eternal suffering—a place where the boundaries between life and death, light and darkness, are blurred and distorted, leaving all who venture here forever marked by its macabre aura.
Inside the Placídium of the New Moon, where darkness weaves its web and despair reigns, a transmogrified dream parasite takes flight, now transformed into a raven of shadows. Its ebony feathers possess an ethereal iridescence, shimmering with hints of violet and midnight blue, as if infused with the essence of the night itself.
With each beat of its wings, the raven glides through the vast halls of the palace, navigating a labyrinth of gothic furnishings and hauntingly beautiful tapestries. The air is heavy with a sense of foreboding, and the walls are adorned with mirrors that reflect twisted images, distorting reality and playing tricks on the mind.
The creature's movements are graceful and calculated, as it weaves effortlessly through the treacherous maze of mirrors. Its wings, elongated and silhouetted against the dim light, possess an ethereal beauty that belies the darkness within.
With every swoop and turn, it seems to absorb the very essence of the New Moon's corruption, drawing strength from the malevolence that permeates the palace. Its presence is both mesmerizing and unsettling, a reminder of the enigmatic power that Nyx wields within her prison of mirrors.
As the raven's caw echoes through the hallowed halls, the air seems to grow colder, the shadows deepen, and an aura of mystique envelops the Placídium. It is a sight that evokes a sense of both fascination and trepidation—a symbol of the twisted magic and dark secrets that dwell within the heart of the New Moon Witch's domain.
Nyx, the Psychic Moon, is imprisoned in the dark and enigmatic mirror walls of the Placidium of the New Moon. Its ethereal and immaterial being seems to merge with the very darkness that surrounds it, giving it a presence that is both enigmatic and captivating.
Her body is surrounded by a myriad of malachite chains, tied around her waist, tangible symbols of her imprisonment and the limitation of her powers. Each chain is adorned with intricate runes, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura. The malachite, a deep and intense green, gleams in the dim light that penetrates through the gaps in the mirrors.
Nyx's hair is an ebony cascade, like the darkest shadows in the night, flowing around her pale, serene face. Her eyes, deep wells of mystery, glow with a greenish luminosity, as if they contain an infinite sea of dark secrets and knowledge.
Dressed in a dark cloak that blends in with the shadows themselves, every fold and every movement seems choreographed by the melancholy that permeates her existence.
As she walks through the infinite passages of the Mirror Dimension, her presence exudes an aura of power and mystery. Each step is calculated and wrapped in a stillness that reveals the depth of her thoughts and the strength of her will.
She notices the raven of darkness traversing her passages and smirks. Stretching her arm in the air, she forcefully crushes the parasite with her hand, the creature grunts and flaps its wings restlessly, but Nyx grins and laughs slyly as she watches the creature writhe in pain from the dream mana it it stole flowing from her fingers as she drove her long black nails into his heart and straight into his blood.
Though euphoric from fortifying herself from the life energy of mortal desires, she is still unsatisfied. The sound of the chains that became adornments on her cloak constantly reminded her of the painful betrayal she had suffered in her life, so with what little New Moon mana she could use, she turned her index finger in circles, invoking with a whisper, an illusion spell.
Praesentia in speculo, sorores lux et tenebrae.
(Presence in the mirror, sisters of light and darkness.)
There, she saw her sisters, Selene and Hecate, the radiant figures of the Silver Millennium, manifesting themselves in the illusion created by Nyx within her mirror prison. Selene, her eldest sister and the majestic queen of the Lunar Realm, radiates a silvery luminosity and transcendental serenity. Her long silver hair cascades over her shoulders, reflecting the light of the full moon that shines in her presence. Her eyes, bright as stars, emanate age-old wisdom and deep compassion. She's been training with Eugene and other Corona Plateada soldiers, teaching them stealth strikes and immobilizing techniques to use against fast-moving enemies.
Then she saw Hecate, the middle sister and mysterious priestess and guardian of the mysteries of magic. Her countenance is enigmatic and her piercing gaze seems to probe the darkest secrets of existence. Dressed in a dark robe, she is the embodiment of power and connection to the hidden realms. Her night-black hair falls in wavy strands over her shoulders, while her eyes shine with a haunting intensity. She is in the Prayer Chamber with Taho, teaching her to channel her magic through meditation.
Selene and Hecate represent opposing forces, but inextricably linked, personifying light and darkness, order and chaos, knowledge and mystery.
As Nyx gazes at the images of her sisters, fury rises in her heart, fueled by the bitterness of separation and confinement. She touched her pale hand to the mirror in an unsuccessful attempt to escape her prison, but her chains delivered a painful shock, temporarily immobilizing her. She longs for freedom and revenge, vowing to break the shackles that bind her and make darkness and chaos reign in Elysium once more, but to do so, she must, bit by bit, recruit lost allies to reclaim her ancient clan: The New Moon Malachites. The first were 6 witches who corrupted the souls of 6 humans, from this day forward, Nyx welcomed them into her clan as her daughters, summoning them to steal mana and spread her darkness far and wide, until now.
From the shadows emerged 4 witches: Melanis, The Evil Singer, Katarktia, the Kiss of Ruin, Hypateia, The Herald of Illusions and Kallosia, The Parasite of Beauty. They bow to their knees before the imposing beauty and power of their leader.
"Mother, we have arrived," said Kallosia.
"For 1500 years, thy mother hath denied thee the right to live, deeming us 'impure' and 'unworthy' of mercy, yet they!" she reflected, the images of Selene and Hecate in her mirror, "They revel in thy hypocritical light and enjoy an undeserved freedom after decimating our people!"
"Traitorous fairies!" exclaimed Katarktia. "Because of them, we are doomed to share our spirits with these insignificant mortals!"
"How long shall we bear this curse, Mother?" asked Mellanis, stamping her feet. "I can scarcely wait to vanquish this body and leave this pitiful world at my feet!"
"Patience, my daughter. All things have their time; it avails not to attack with brutality ere we first devise a plan."
"Furthermore, our sister is returning from her mission. Pray that she bringeth good tidings to us," exclaimed Hypateia.
But unfortunately for the witches, Melinoe had returned in a deplorable state: her cloak was torn and dusty with sand, her hair, once silky and shiny, was dull, messy and brittle, and the malachite in her ring was cracked, causing that she staggered with each step she took in the corridor, revealing her appearance half mortal, half shadow, yet she had the strength to bow before the wide and gigantic silver mirror in which her "mother" was imprisoned.
"Mother, sisters, I have returned."
"Melinoe, I see thou hast returned unharmed, yet without victory, as always. Art thou here to recount yet another humiliating defeat?" mocked Mellanis.
"Spare me thy sarcasm! Aye, I faced Selene, the elf Soule, and the paladin Eugene, the so-called 'Boys of Destiny,' and I was defeated! But what of thee? What have thee achieved, victorious for thy mother?"
"Once again, these wretches adopted by the Full Moon, sister?" Kallosia frowned. "How did they prevail against thy power?"
"Soule proved skillful with his mystical arrows, foreseeing all my moves, whilst Eugene fiercely defended the others. Moreover, he wields the sacred sword of Artemis, the Warrior Moon. And Selene, in turn, turned my Full Moon magic against me, nullifying my spells."
"Then these 'Boys of Destiny' are not to be underestimated. Especially now that they are blessed by this fraudulent 'Mother Moon'," Katarktia exclaimed. "What shall we do, Mother?"
The Psychic Moon was about to answer her daughter, however she was stunned by 7 beams of light suddenly summoned from her glass. Although she suffered a strong impact, that didn't stop her from getting up with her chains and casting yet another spell.
Imagines lux in speculum surgant
(Let the images of light arise in the mirror)
Ut sciant veritatem et memoriam teneant
(So they may know the truth and hold the memory)
Imago vestra splendebit ante oculos eorum.
(Your image shall shine before their eyes.)
Thus, the images of 7 vampires, dressed in princely clothes in blue gold and white tones, emerged from those lights, faces which the young witches did not fail to recognize.
"There they are! Our cowardly siblings," Hypateia exclaimed with an acidic disdain in her voice.
"I do not understand, mother. What do they have to do with me?"
"Thou shalt soon find out, my dear. Draw near and bring forth thy jewel."
In slow steps, Melinoe approached the captivity of her firstborn, guided by curiosity and insecurity about her fate. She placed her open palm, containing the broken ring, and Nyx placed her hand under the broken malachite. With her magic of darkness, she reversed all damage to the gemstone, putting all the pieces together and firming it up, making it more resistant. But when the queen used her hemomancy to implant the most darkness in her blood, she moaned in pain and squeezed her eyes, feeling her body and mind increasingly dominated by her, but in the end, she sighed in relief, showing off to her sisters how imposing and beautiful she was, but with that, the sorceress warned:
"Melinoe, although thy defeat is disappointing, I shall grant thee a chance of redemption. My magic sensed that the keys to the rebirth of thy clan lie within the Decelis Academy, in Riverfield. Take my darkness to this school, awaken thy darkest nightmares, and bring them to thy side."
"And if the Boys of Destiny attack again, mother?" Katarktia questioned.
"They shall not, if thou wouldst see what thy middle sister has prepared for the mission."
When the dark fairy dismissed her "daughters", she took one last look at her sisters' likeness. Her irises glowed in shades of green, reflecting contempt and dislike for them. She gently ran her hand over the reflection and murmured:
"Ye may revel in thy petty little lives, traitors, but thy time is running out. Once free from this pathetic prison, nothing shall stop me from claiming what is rightfully mine."
With one last strike, she summoned a thick green smoke of darkness from her mirror, traversing the entire dimension of her prison. From large to small mirrors, straight to curved, the mist moved through all existing mirrors in ELYSIUM, until it split into 3, passing through 3 mirrors in the rooms of the Decelis Academy. The first was round and golden, the second, a wide silver one and the other, embedded in the door of a noble wooden wardrobe. 3 students were sleeping peacefully, but as they inhaled the evil mists, they penetrated into their bloods and ran through their subconscious and in this way, they saw their worst nightmares.
In the recesses of Placídium of the New Moon, lies the meditation chamber of Oneria, The Nightmare Weaver. Enveloped in an air of mystery and charm, its walls, painted in a deep purple and green tone, seem to emanate a soft luminescence, creating an ethereal atmosphere in the environment. Intricate designs, depicting intertwined dreams and nightmares, adorn the walls, as if taking on a life of their own in the dim light.
A shag, dark rug covers the floor, absorbing the footsteps in a conspiratorial silence. In the center of the room stands a small ebony altar, where black scented candles flicker in a seductive dance, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Ancient runes are inscribed on the candles, an invitation to the deepest secrets of the subconscious.
Around the space, black velvet cushions invite rest and introspection. Heavy black velvet curtains are pulled back like an enigmatic veil, blocking outside light from entering the room, maintaining Oneria's mystery and privacy.
In the center of the vaulted ceiling, a subtly sparkling chandelier in silver tones, with pendant malachite, bathes the room in a mystical and soft light, casting mysterious reflections on the walls. The aroma of sandalwood and lavender incense permeates the air, providing a sense of calm and tranquility, inviting a deep immersion in the recesses of the mind.
In their quiet enclosure, the Mellanis sisters, Melinoe, Katarktia, Kallosia and Hypateia cautiously approach. The atmosphere is dense, charged with the energy of darkness and mystery that envelops Oneria in her moment of weaving dark threads.
Mellanis steps forward, breaking Oneria's concentration. With a serious tone, she begins to speak:
"Onéria, we bear tidings of import to share with thee. Thy mother..."
"Hast thou been given the mission to assail the Academy Decelis, I presume?"
"How didst thou find out...?" Kallosia asked in shock.
"Thou shouldst trust more in my offspring," she said, weaving yet another small dream parasite with her threads of darkness. "When tamed by the right hands, they skulk in shadows and move everywhere, acting as mine eyes and ears betwixt us and mortals. So, if thou canst, sister, beseech thy mother to cease her assaults upon them, on my behalf."
"Of course," Katarkatia exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "So, what sayest thou to me?"
"I shall go," the young witch nodded. "I am famished for new dreams to parasitize. By the way, sisters, feast thine eyes on this."
With 5 strands of dark purple mana embodied from the nightmares of a shadowborn vampire, the weaver wove 5 sturdy apples of darkness. As they sank their teeth into this forbidden yet powerful fruit, they tasted the dream mana absorbed and woven by the middle sister.
"A dream from a Child of the Night! Thank thee, sister," Kallosia thanked.
"I thought tormenting thy siblings to be amusing, but savoring their dreams is truly a banquet."
"This, my sisters, is but the beginning of Eclipsium Circle's vengeance. Little by little, thou shalt strike together at their weak spots, and when they least expect it, they shall pay for their slights against our clan."
Night was falling over Estival, and a Blood Moon hung overhead, casting an eerie red glow over the dense forest. Solon, in his full werewolf form, ran desperately through the trees, his heart racing and his senses heightened.
As he leapt from branches and bushes, his blue fur ruffled in the wind, as if he were floating. Due to the power the Blood Moon gave him under him and the adrenaline rushing through his blood, he dodged and jumped faster and more agile.
The hunters, skilled and ruthless, pursued him relentlessly, firing their silver bullet guns, determined to capture him or worse, kill him. Solon fought his own nature, trying to contain his wild instincts, but the magnitude of that macabre night distorted his conscience and drove the ferocity within him.
Fear and rage swirl together as he runs through the woods, dodging bullets that slice through the air.
With each step back, darkness consumed him, and savagery took over his being. Its body curves into an attack position, its sharp claws ready to defend its life. He tries to scream, to alert the hunters that he is one of their own, but his growls and howls ring out only as threats.
Upon entering a dense forest, Solon found himself cornered, surrounded by his enemies. The adrenaline in his blood boiled, and he could no longer control his inner beast. In a moment of uncontrolled fury, he lunged at the hunters, his claws sharp as blades.
The werewolf's sharp claws lashed out, and the hunters fell one by one, lost in the shadows of the forest. The bloody sight, though involuntary, was macabre and distressing. As the Blood Moon lost its grip on him, the metamorphosis gradually ceased, and he thus reverted to his human form. However, a feeling of horror hit him as he looked down at his bloodied hands and saw the evidence of his rage.
When it ceased completely, he looked at his feet, now human again, and felt the shock invade his chest when he saw a familiar face unconscious, with a scratched and bloody throat and his clothes dirty with dirt and blood. He had short platinum hair, a thin face and a defined athletic build. With his eyes wide open in full terror and panic, he soon recognized that this was Jaan, his best friend, murdered by his fatal brutality. A choked cry escaped his lips, and he fell to his knees, overcome with pain and guilt.
"No... it can't be..." Solon stammered, falling to his knees next to the bodies. Silver tears ran down her cheeks, her claws trembling with remorse and regret. "I... I didn't want to... I never wanted to..."
Guilt and despair hit him like an overwhelming wave. He wasn't the same anymore. The Blood Moon's influence had turned him into something dark and ruthless, something he feared and didn't understand.
With a heavy heart and a restless mind, Solon awoke from the nightmare, but the impact of what he saw continued to echo in his soul, like the whispers of a woman in the wind. As he lifted his arm, he noticed that blue fur covered his pale vampire skin, then he knew something was wrong. In the entire past year that Solon had been alongside Sooha and her siblings to fight Dardan and his army of New Moon vampires, he had never had trouble controlling his werewolf half, however this was a different reality, something was awakening his werewolf form against his will and it threatened to take over his consciousness with an extraordinary rage, so he knew that he needed to face this internal battle and find a way to reconcile the beast within him with his humanity, before the darkness swallowed him completely. .
Sowon as Mellinoe, The Shadow Caller
Yerin as Katarktia, the Kiss of Ruin
Eunha as Onería, The Nightmare Weaver
Yuju as Melanis, The Evil Singer
SinB as Kallosia, The Parasite of Beauty
and Umji as Hypateia, The Herald of Illusions
Together they are the Coven of Eclipsium Circle, Nyx's young "daughters" and the NEW elite witches of The New Moon Malachites cause their old brothers, The Childs of the Night…
It's now up to comment on your best theories about what happened to them!
