So You Wanted Something Aggressive

The man in the shadows (Prologue)

BEFORE WE BEGIN: This story will contain violence and gore as well as profanity from some characters. I also do not own the images used in the chapters. if you own an image and want me to take it down message me. If you are still here, enjoy the show. (Photo used above looks close to how Valerious does in the story. Except for his eyes and some other features.)

It had been like this for years, for years Lyra had been primed and hounded by her parents about her true purpose. How she was supposed to be some great savior to their world, as though she was part of some prophecy. If she was being honest she was starting to hate the dinner conversations. It was boring to her how they all started the same, making sure she remembers what she is. Before shortly after presenting her a plate of human flesh and waiting on her to eat it. Yeah, that isn't normal for most people. However, for Lyra, this was her way of life, no matter how much she had grown to hate it.

So there she sat, her platinum blond hair placed neatly in a bun on top of her head. Both of her thin and pale arms crossed over her flat chest as her dull blue eyes held a strait gaze into her fathers' dull grey ones. Everything about the situation she was in oozed with a Gothic feel, almost like she wasn't even in the human realm. Both her parents and herself being seated at a black oak table, pristine white plates glaring against the dull yellow light of the chandelier above them. A thick iron scent choking the atmosphere in the house. Lyra had to block her strange life out of her memory just to get through the day, but something deep within her knew that this was right somehow. Something about how she lived her life day to day, though it was odd, she had to admit that her life had never been normal. It was when she glanced around the house she was met with black leather or wooden furniture and wallpaper engraved with strange silver markings. The house she had lived in all of her life seemed as though it had been taken from a page in a creepy tale made solely to scare children. Sort of like the candy house that the child-eating witch lived in. Although in this house the only monsters seemed to be her parents.

A deep sigh pulled Lyra's attention lazily back to her father and mother, both of them still looking at her expectantly. She didn't dare glance down at the meal she had been presented. "Lyra.." Her father growled out, she could hear the clinking of silverware against the plate. As well as the slopping and squelching sound of the meal he was cutting into. "Tilese." She respectfully responded, her blue eyes drifting to her lap as she straightened out her paperwhite dress. Not daring to watch her father eat, to watch an elder eat was extremely rude in her 'family' if you could even call it that. However, her mothers' soft voice sounded next. A scowl taking place on her usually expressionless and pale face. "You know Lyra, one day you won't have to call us by our names anymore. But if you don't accept what you are that day may never come." 'Ah yes.. and here comes the lecture.' Lyra thought, paying little mind to the conversation that had been recited daily; almost like the lines of a badly written play. "I understand Ara. But if you don't mind may I be excused? I don't fancy human flesh." The teenager said softly, ignoring the animalistic noises coming from her father as he ate. Though the blond-haired girl did dare to look her mother in the eyes as she rose from her place at the table. Ara's ice-blue eyes staring back at her as she bit her lip, sending worried glances to her husband. Who simply ignored his wife in return. "You can go to your room." Ara sighed, moving from her place to remove the untouched meal from her daughters' spot at the table.

As odd as it was Lyra always envied her mother. She was tall and respected by those who knew her, and even in hard times, she stood firm while still holding her grace. However there was one thing Ara was never good at, and that was hiding something. Thanks to that Lyra was able to notice the slight smirk curling her mothers' perfect lips. The same one she had when Tilese mentioned a guest that would be coming over later in the night. Just one section of the dull and very odd private conversations her parents often had. However, as Lyra walked up to the gothic style stairs and down the dimly lit hallway to her room she failed to notice a tall man hiding within the shadows.