Lilac : A Curse and A Prophecy
Ep 01 : “Fated to be Tied”
>𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅-𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆,
𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌.
𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 “𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅”.
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.
Velcravia — The Kingdom of Vampires
The tower bells tolled once—deep enough to rattle dust from its walls—then fell back into a silence sharp as fangs.
Elvira moved through it with a servant’s grace and a soldier’s pace. Head Maid of the palace, she knew how to carry a tray without spilling and a secret without blinking. Tonight required both.
She crossed the frost-slick garden and pushed into the east wing, where all the lamps sparkled as though the flames themselves wished to bow.
Bethan, a younger maid, nearly collided with her.
Bethan/Vamp/Maid
“Miss Elvira!”
She panted, dropping into a clumsy curtsy.
Bethan/Vamp/Maid
“Madam is—”
Elvira/Vamp./Head Maid
“I was summoned..”
Elvira did not slow her pace.
Elvira/Vamp./Head Maid
“Is the Master inside?”
Bethan nodded, wide-eyed.
Bethan/Vamp/Maid
“..and the seer.”
Elvira pressed a palm to the birth-chamber doors and entered.
The room smelled of boiled linen and iron. A woman labored on the bed, hair damp against her temples, breath dragging deep, like losing her sane consciousness.
The Master stood near the window—profile cut from obsidian, red eyes reflecting the moon.
Between them waited the seer: a small figure draped in moth-eaten velvet, hands marked in ash sigils.
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“Head Maid.”
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“You are steady. Good.”
They lifted a bowl of ink-black water. On its surface, moonlight curled like smoke.
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“Will the child live?” the Master asked, voice utterly calm, utterly dangerous.
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“All children live,” the seer said, “until fate chooses otherwise.”
His fingers traced the ink black water, and a ripple became a spiral.
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“Tonight the threads pull tight.”
Soon, a cry tore the air—wet, furious, new.
Elvira was already there with a clean cloth. With gentleness, she caught the child and turned him, clearing his mouth, rubbing life into tiny shoulders.
He did not need convincing. The newborn wailed like a horn blown at a siege.
Elvira/Vamp./Head Maid
“Your son.” Elvira announced softly.
The baby was pale as snow under starlight, but his eyes—when they blinked open—gleamed red with a thin ring of silver around the iris.
Elvira had only ever read about this in the old ancestral records of the palace libraries. The ring flickered once, like a thread catching light.
Moon gleamed through the thick curtains. The ink-black water flamed red, with a silver smoke on its surface, just like the infant's eyes.
The seer peered close, then hissed between teeth.
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“There,” he whispered. “There it is.”
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“Speak.” the Master said.
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“The tie,”
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“The first of it. He is born under the Blood Eye and the Turning Wheel. A true blooded vampire. The strongest, the rarest.”
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“His destiny will bring him, to be the strongest amongst the vampires, but-”
The seer paused, with a hesitant look, watching the ink-water smoking silver-red and then the infant's eyes.
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“He is born with a prophecy, with a destiny that is bound to be controlled.”
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“He is fated to be Tied.”
The word scraped the room raw.
Vampires were taught young: control is life, control is survival, control is the throne. To be bound was to be lesser, to be owned. The Master’s jaw tightened.
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“To what?” he asked.
The seer’s eyes clouded, as if their pupils were drowning.
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“To a heart that will destroy us or save us,” he said. “To a fate that refuses to kneel. The thread pulls toward the wild.”
Elvira felt the baby curl small fists around her finger—strong for something so new. She should have felt pride. Instead, she felt the chill of a door opening far away.
The Master stepped forward. For one heartbeat, tenderness cracked his face; the next, it was gone.
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“Cover the child’s eyes,” he ordered. “Hide the ring. No word should leave this room.”
Elvira swaddled the boy. She did not cover his eyes. The seer continued whispering some chants.
Beneath the bell tower, Velcravia held its breath.
Ep 02 : “The mark of the Doom”
When Velcravia succumbed to the depths of silence, miles away in the 5th and the last Kingdom of hierarchy..
Lunareth — The Kingdom of Werewolves
Erupted in a cacophony of howls, its inhabitants unleash a maelstrom of chaos.
Wind ran its claws through the black pines. On the western ridge, the moon rose big and watchful, and the packs answered with a thrum of howls that shook frost from the needles.
In the marbled Mansion, every door stood open; no wall could keep a birth from the attention of wolves.
A midwife wiped her hands, breath fogging.
Chun-hwa/Head Maid/Werewolf
“He’s crowning,”
she said, and the circle of elders shifted, leather creaking, gold cuffs winking like small suns.
At the foot of the bed stood Prince Eun-Woo, brother to the ruling Alpha and currently the only face not carved from stone.
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“Steady,” he murmured to the laboring queen. “Steady, sister. You’ve wrestled worse than this.”
She bared her teeth, which might have been a smile and might have been a threat. Then she pushed, and the world narrowed to bone and blood and will.
Moments later, the chamber filled with a sound that wasn’t quite a cry, wasn’t quite a growl—something liminal that raised the hair on every arm.
The child landed in the midwife’s hands, slick and furious, and the wolves leaned forward as one.
Chun-hwa/Head Maid/Werewolf
“A son.”
Chun-hwa said, awe scraping her voice thin.
The boy’s scent unfurled, bright as winter apples and iron. For once attractive, like could lure the evils, and the next so repulsive as if rust.
New wolves always carried the moon on their skin, but this felt…denser. Older. The elders stiffened, whispers sparking like tinder.
It lay over the child’s left clavicle, shaped like a broken ring—almost a circle, except where it snapped and bled a small line toward his heart.
The eldest elder touched the mark and pulled back as if burned.
Anyone/not imp.
“Doom,” she said, too quickly. “It is the doom-sign.”
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“Doom to whom?” Prince Eun-Woo snapped.
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“A curse.” the priest forwarded his steps.
He stared at the child's mark then his eyes. His eyes as blue as if inlaid with sapphires.
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“A curse to be the doom,”
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“To the Kingdom, to the packs, to the thin peace we have clawed from our enemies.”
The priest’s gaze flicked to the moonlit doorway, as if he expected night itself to answer.
The head-maid folded the child close.
Chun-hwa/Head Maid/Werewolf
“He is omega,” she said, voice careful, inviting denial.
In Lunareth, omegas were soft targets—traded, managed, married off, their gentleness used to stitch peace between teeth.
In-su Kimithrae/1st wife/D. Omega
The queen turned her head, sweat pearls glinting. “A son,” she said hoarsely. “Mine.”
Anyone/not imp.
“An omega,” the elder countered, almost pitying. “And marked. The court will need to—”
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“Enough.”
Prince Eun-Woo’s growl slid along the floorboards. He took the child, and the boy settled, eyes heavy-lidded, as if sleep itself obeyed his uncle.
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“Write what you like in your ledgers. Call it doom. But take my warning.. those who mistake gentleness for weakness.”
Outside, the howls rose again, braided with a distant sound—bells? No, not bells. Something colder. The moment split like ice under too much weight.
Prince Eun-Woo glanced down. The mark over the child’s heart seemed, just for an instant, to shine—thready, like something pulling taut from very far away.
Between across forests and stone, under the moon and bell, two cradles faced the same sky. In one, a vampire heir with a silver ring in his eyes. In the other, a werewolf omega with a broken circle over his heart.
Neither knew the other’s name.
Somewhere the thread tightened—one end in velvet shadow, one end in pine-scented air—and the night learned a new shape for the word inevitable.
The binding had already begun.
Ep 03 : “The Revelation”
The heavy oak doors of the birth chamber creaked open, their echo cutting through the muffled wails of a newborn.
King Da-Hyun of Lunareth entered with the cold, rigid grace of a man carved from stone.
His gaze swept past the midwives, past the queen’s trembling form, until it landed on the infant swaddled in sheets of silver-threaded cloth.
In-su Kimithrae/1st wife/D. Omega
The queen, In-Su, gathered the child closer, her voice soft but firm.
“Your son, my king. Born under the full eclipse.”
But Da-Hyun’s eyes were not on the child’s face — they were locked upon the mark blazing faintly upon his tiny chest: a broken ring-shaped scar, dark as ink, pulsing with a faint glow as though the moon itself had branded him.
The whispers of Lunareth's doom has already reached his ears. The king’s lips thinned, and for a moment silence pressed harder than the thick scent of blood and herbs in the air.
Da-Hyun Kimithrae/Wolves King/P. Alpha
“This child…” he whispered, though his voice carried venom. “This is no blessing of Lunareth. This is a curse — a herald of ruin.”
In-su Kimithrae/1st wife/D. Omega
“Do not say it,”
The queen hissed, her arms tightening protectively around the newborn.
In-su Kimithrae/1st wife/D. Omega
“He is flesh of your flesh. He is ours.”
But the king stepped back as though scorched by the sight.
Da-Hyun Kimithrae/Wolves King/P. Alpha
“No. That thing is not mine.”
A sharp intake of breath broke the tension.
Prince Eun-Woo, the king’s younger brother, who had stood watch by the chamber door, now stepped forward. His voice was thunder, fierce and unyielding.
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“You would cast away your own blood? He is Lunareth’s heir. Whether cursed or not, he is still your son. The Kingdoms watches you, Da-Hyun! If you abandon him, you doom not only him but all of us.”
For a moment, shadows warred in the king’s eyes. But he turned away, his cape sweeping behind him like a blade.
Da-Hyun Kimithrae/Wolves King/P. Alpha
“Then let Lunareth bear the weight of its cursed prince. I will not call him son.”
Did the infant knew.. He was a curse, even to his own father?
Whispers carried faster than any raven. By dawn, all of Lunareth murmured of the child born with the Doom Mark — hushed voices in taverns, fearful prayers in temples, and murmured gossips in the halls of the palace.
On the day of the Naming Ceremony, the great bells tolled across the capital.
Nobles and commoners alike filled the moonlit square, their eyes fixed on the dais where the king stood beside Queen In-Su, Prince Eun-Woo looming behind them.
The infant, cradled in white silk, was placed before all. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the faint shimmer of the cursed mark peeked through the cloth.
The priest stood on the side, now forwarded his steps near the cradle.
Following all the rituals, under the moon goddess's presence, he murmured the infant's name.
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“Taehyung.”
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“The next heir of Lunareth, of Kims— he will be called as, ”
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“Taehyung Kimithrae.”
The priest completed the ritual, announced the Lunareth's destiny's name, and still no voice whispered from the crowd. No well wishes. No prayers. As if the whole moonlit square now dipped in silence, and no hands gave their blessings to the cursed infant.
The king’s voice rang across the gathering.
Da-Hyun Kimithrae/Wolves King/P. Alpha
“This child, though cursed, shall not be hidden in shadows. His life will be observed by the eyes of all Lunareth. Let none forget what he bears. Let none turn away.”
The decree was both a claim and a condemnation. The child was not abandoned, yet never free.
From the fringes of the dais, another figure stepped forward — quiet but commanding.
Prince Yoongi Kimithrae, son of the king’s third wife, half-brother to the infant and elder by eight years. His eyes, dark pools that revealed little, watched the baby with a calm no other dared to hold.
As the court murmured, Yoongi unsheathed a blade — not in threat, but in solemnity. He knelt before the child, laying the steel flat upon the dais.
Yoongi Kimithrae/Enigma/8 yrs old
“I, Yoongi Kimithrae,”
he spoke, voice steady as carved stone,
Yoongi Kimithrae/Enigma/8 yrs old
“swear upon my blood and my sword that no storm, no blade, and no curse shall touch my brother while I draw breath. If the world calls him doom, then let me be his shield.”
The crowd fell silent. Even the king’s disdain faltered beneath the weight of the oath.
Queen In-Su’s eyes filled with tears. Prince Eun-Woo’s hand tightened upon his hilt.
And above them all, the newborn slept, unaware that fate and curse had already carved his path into history.
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