A Realm of Monsters- Where it Began- Volume 1

Prologue

"No, you can't take them from me!" Cried the voice of the river demon. Her voice was that of her children, that of sirens that fed upon the flesh of mortal sailors. Her skin pale, her eye perpetually oozing color from it, red color. Her clothes resembled wizards robes, her legs not visible from under the grey colored garbs. Her wings bound tightly to her sides, wings were that of a bat. Her hair was nearly flame red, matching closely to her eyes.

"I'll do as I wish with my children, peasant. They will be rulers one day, unlike they would be if they stayed under your care." Replied the condescending voice of a god. His fur was black, matching that of what could have been his soul. His eyes were iced blue, similar to that of his hair. His fanged teeth curled into a condemning smile that could silence even the mightiest of men. His wings were that of a god, or a bird, though they emanated the darkest power, like the black shade of his wings.

"Mors Custodis! I damn thee!" Shouted the demoness.

"What have you the power to damn, when I am the damning god, Mors Dringer?" The demon woman shouted before she threw her wings out, attempting to break the restraints that held her. To no avail. Mors Custodis laughed, holding near him four small bodies, their breathing was normal. The laughing woke the oldest one, she wept.

"Mama!" She wept. Mors Dringer let out a guttural noise from her throat, seemingly it gave her strength. The restrains snapped, allowing her to lunge at Mors Custodis. He dodged, hissing towards the demon. A startling noise caused them to pause. The noise was that of a dragon, a dragon goddess. Her scales were black as the night sky, her crest and horns grey, her eyes a grey-purple color. The spike on the end of her tail flickered silver into the light.

"What has awoken me from slumber? Was it you Custodis?"The dragon's voice was loud, almost ear shattering to the god of the underworld. He shook his head. Directing the dragon to the demoness. Mors Dringer let out a strangled noise from her throat as she was pinned by the large being. Mors Custodis took this as his chance to act. He sprinted, away from his former wife's home of the Black Waters. He almost escaped to his hell, his home, the only place he was truly safe from the harsh light of his brother. He was shortly stopped by the greyness of the dawn, the dawn of a new destruction. Trinity.

"Custodis. You know what would happen to them. If you truly cared-"

"If I truly cared would I have taken them from Dringer?" His voice was smug, Trinity knew this was going to happen, the poor man. Trinity sighed.

"Custodis, my friend. Do you wish death upon your own children? Do you wish them a visit from Michael?" Trinity's voice was soft, though she wasn't one to be soft. Her eyes were a green color that had specks of blue in them. Her cloths were a beige color that contrasted her black/grey hair that reached just past her back. Mors Custodis chuckled,

"A visit from Michael would be nice, he's an old friend of mine you know, my servant. He kills who I tell him to." Trinity gave Mors Custodis a disgusted look. Her eyes glowed,

"Custodis, I cannot allow you to endanger those children, your own children. How dare you endanger life so precious. Life you assisted in creating." Mors Custodis seemed to be fighting something, he knew he should have run, but he didn't. He slowly slipped into sleep. Trinity took the children, gazing at them. The oldest child had been rocked to sleep by his rushing. Trinity knew they hadn't been named. She asked about them to Mors Custodis, he never gave her a name of them. She said quietly,

"Name you I shall. You, the eldest shall be Kimberly Breanna. This one, the second shall be Jaceon Damien, J-a-c-e-o-n, so they know you are different. You two, twins, correct? Kanica Katrina, and Jeren Riley. I sadly, can't care for you." Trinity began walking, she knew of one man and woman, royals, who would raise them well, Charles and Chris, The Red King and Red Queen. Redstone Kingdom.

"I hope for the sake of you, neither of the Mors, Custodis or Dringer, finds you."