On a night thick with portent, when the moon hung low and heavy, casting an eerie glow over the cobblestone streets of Virginia, Lilly was born. The people of the town whispered ancient prophecies; stories steeped in dread that foretold the arrival of a child on a cursed eve. A night when the veil between the living and the dead grew thin, allowing dark forces to slip through the cracks of reality. Lilly came into the world amidst howling winds and flickering candles, her first cries swallowed by the walks of the restless souls who had long roamed the shadows of Virginia. Her mother, desperate to shield her from the grim legacy of her birth. As she grew, so too did the whispers of her ominous fate. Shadows twisted unnaturally around her, responding to her presence with a sentient hunger. Streetlights flickered with a life of their own, and strangers would steer clear of her, as if sensing the storm brewing within her petite frame. By her fifteen summers, chaos unfurled its wings. A series of mysterious occurrences turned the once-busting city into a spectral playground-animals ran wild, crops withered overnight, and the people descended into madness, their dreams haunted by figures that emerged from the hellish depths of Lilly's cursed lineage. It was not long before everyone's fear transformed into a desperate search for a scapegoat. Amidst this turmoil, the whispers grew increasingly fervent. "It is she a demon in disguise." But unlike the villainous tales spun around her, Lilly was burdened by an unexplainable longing, a search for the truth behind her tumultuous existence.
To embrace the darkness meant eternal enmity with the remnants of her humanity, while to reject it would mean starting a battle against the shadows that already clutched at her heels.
Her journey was just beginning.