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Deep in the darkness of the night, far and deep away in a cave, a group of well-known dangers dug around. Ra's al Ghul men were digging and searching for something dangerous and ancient. They have been digging for months now,
After Ra's al Ghul had gotten his hands on this ancient book about old artefacts that can bring the danger of the dark onto Earth. He believed that using those artefacts would bring fear and that it would make people bow to him.
As the men continued to dig, a few others placed a bit of dynamite. They ran their way back before calling everybody else back.
'Retreat!!'
One of the men called back to the others as one prepared to push the red button, activating the dynamite. They had reason to believe that they were near.
Ra's al Ghul watched from afar, standing on a little platform. He had been waiting for this moment, the artefact was gonna be his and he was gonna destroy those 'Useless' heroes and he was going to retrieve his grandson to take on the role of heir.
He knew Damian wasn't happy with having to take that role but he knew damn well that he was going to have to whether he liked it or not, he was the heir after all.
Thalia al Ghul stood right next to her father watching the wall of stone explode and this ginormous temple-like entrance appear. Giant octopus statues were watching over the pathway of stairs leading up to the giant door that had carvings of moths, foxes and crows. Veins of ivy had grown everywhere, showing that this place hadn't been visited in a long time.
Complex laying of a stone path had also been uncovered before the stairs.
Everybody looked at Ra's al Ghul, waiting for an order.
He stepped near the platform's railing and looked down at his minions.
'We have been waiting for this moment. Retrieve me the Umbra vitae.'
A small group of his men burst into the temple, running through hallways covered in ivy and dust. After what seemed to be an eternity, they came out, walking their way to Ra's al Ghul.
One of the men quietly presented the artefact.
Ra's al Ghul took it from him, revisiting his spot near the railing, beginning his victory speech.
"For centuries, the world has forgotten the old blood. They buried the names of those who held dominion over the night, over shadow, over the delicate strings of fate itself. They called them myths... legends... lies to scare children."
He steps forward, the flickering torchlight catching on the artefact — a crystalline shard of deep obsidian, humming with dark, living energy. His voice lowers, sharp and commanding as his gaze turns to his soldiers.
"But we remember. We remember the true name of power. And now, standing before us, lies the heart of it...Umbra Vitae — the Shadow of Life. A relic forged in forgotten ages by those who could command the darkness itself, who spoke to the void and bent it to their will."
He raises a hand, letting the shadows in the room twitch and stir in recognition, as though the artefact pulses in rhythm with his words.
"It is said the bearer of its bloodline would one day awaken what even Death fears. A child touched by the night, burdened with a legacy too great for mortal hands. And now... she lives among them. Unaware. Unclaimed."
His lips curl into a dark smile.
"But no more. With Umbra Vitae, we hold the leash to the storm. And when the time comes — when the shadows rise and the world trembles — they will beg for mercy from a girl whose blood was destined to drown them."
He turns to his men, eyes glinting with cold fire.
"Prepare it for transport. The dawn of the old bloodline's return is upon us."
As Ra's al Ghul's men moved to secure the artefact, the room seemed to hold its breath. The obsidian shard — Umbra Vitae — let out a low, almost mournful hum. A pulse of dark, oily light rippled from its core, crawling across the stone floor like liquid shadow.
The flickering torches sputtered, and for a fleeting second... somewhere far from that chamber... a girl's breath hitched in her sleep.
The relic pulsed again.
The storm had begun.
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⭐️ Eternal Shadow 🌙 Damian wayne ~~~~complete
FanfictionShe controls the shadows. He was raised by them. Fifteen-year-old Marceline "Mars" Dawn has spent years trying to outrun the past-the night her world was shattered, and the darkness inside her woke up. Now a quiet but powerful member of the Teen Tit...
