Chapter 1: A seed sown in darkness
The cold wind blew in the mountain under the dark starless sky as the tree leaves swayed. Within the mountain, nightcrawlers lay awake waiting for their prey, vicious wolves howled upon the moon and wide-eyed owls turned their heads to the source of sound.
Amidst the towering woods, a dark figure flashes in and out of sight. The figure passed through various rocks and bushes avoiding perilous traps that would make even the best adventurers out there flabbergasted along the way.
The cloaked figure turned and stopped on their track. Their head tilted up towards a dead end, they stopped only for a mere second and looked up the wall of rocks. With a leap, their cloak spread like an open wing with the help of the cold breeze as they leap from stone to stone. It was like invisible stairs appear upon their light steps giving the illusion that they where walking on thin air.
With one final jump, the figure leaps high up, her silhouette being outlined by the moon. It was as if time had stopped for a moment as a gust of wind knocked off the mysterious figure's hood to reveal long dark silken hair dancing with the wind. Cold dark eyes, as sharp as the sharpest blade glinting with danger and frozen hell.
Hidden within the hood were skin fair and white as snow, as if glowing with the radiant of the moon. Perfectly arched brows, cute, pointed nose, rosy cheeks, and tempting red lips arched into a faint smile. Yet, what truly stood out amongst those enchanting beauty, were mesmerizing dark gems for eyes hiding fathomless secrets and wonders. Eyes that could penetrate through yet still, so calm like nothing could ever cause a rift.
This woman was none other than the nightmare of countless humans, "The Goddess of Hell" Feng Jiao Xue. No one has ever managed to escape the thorny blades of the Black Rose, an unmatched beauty riddled with thorns.
With an unyielding phoenix blade on the right and a fearsome thorned black whip with her signature black diamond rose on the handle in her left, she had brought endless fear and death in her wake.
Gracefully, her feet landed on the ground, not a dust disturbed upon her descent and continued to speed up the mountain until a grand villa came into view. Like summer has arrived, the frost within her eyes melted and her whole being seemingly changed as if her impenetrable wall softened ever so slightly. A soft sight only those few closest to her have ever had the honor to witness.
She walked leisurely inside the villa and navigated the familiar halls full of twists and turns. Decorated upon the halls were priceless paintings, vases and other trinkets, objects that have been 'collected' by her during some of her missions.
As she reached a double-sided door, she pushed them open to reveal a lounge with a charming man sitting lazily on the couch, yet despite the posture, he exudes a seductive charm.
In a softly lit lounge area, where the warm hues of amber and gold reflect off polished wooden surfaces, sits a charming man absorbed in his book. His tousled hair, a deep chestnut brown, catches the light just so, adding to his boyish charm. He wears round, wire-framed glasses that perch slightly askew on his nose, giving him an intellectual yet approachable air.