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.
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