• Prologue


    It had been a harsh battle for the Astoria Kingdom’s army but they had won. Many lay on the battlefield dead as possible. In the center of the battlefield lay a man with a huge, gaping, red wound on his chest. The man was dying and he could only think of the three people he’d leave alone, his two sons and daughter. A wolf like creature appeared on the other side of the field and began to walk towards him. The man could tell by the way it walked that it was a wolf but as the thing came closer the man saw it was not what it seemed.
    tab The creature had the gait and feet of a wolf but it had the face of a human. The knight blinked; surely he could not be seeing this thing for real. When he opened his eyes the creature was still coming towards him. It was closer now and the man was sure it was real. The creature had the body of a wolf but the face of a human. “Goddess, why are you here as a monster,” the man rasped.
    “I crave blood old hero that is why,” the creature that had been the Goddess replied in a silky voice. “I am no longer a goddess. This is a sad sight to me thought. My most loyal follower is dying in front of me and I have come to drink this hero’s blood. I have changed too much from the Goddess you once knew. Your blood shall not be wasted on this ground any longer.”
    The creature bent and began to lap the blood from the man’s wound. Just then the man reached up to touch the creature that had once been the Goddess of Death. “My son shall want revenge but if you can prevent this lust he will have maybe you can return to your former position as a Goddess,” he said as he laid his shaking hand on the creature’s matted, mangled fur. Just then the Hero’s son appeared at the edge of the battlefield. The creature fled and the Hero finally died with a smile on his face.
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    tab The creature watched as the Hero’s son bent over his dead father and shook her head. The boy would be hard to convince but it was nothing she would never have experienced before she had become a Goddess. The Goddess of Death or as she was now known, The Goddess of Blood, smiled and trotted away into the woods to prepare herself for the Hero’s Funeral and his son. His fate was in her hands and she would do anything within her power to keep it from being like hers, the life she regretted in the end of her time. This time she would not be so foolish in her mission like before she became a Goddess, and she would never speak of it to the Hero’s son as long as she was with him.











    Chapter One




    It was a sad day for Avarice Blackmore and his sister. Their father was dead and they were alone. The funeral was unbearable for his poor sister and she ended up fainting at the sight of her father lying dead in the coffin. Avarice, being the older and kinder brother he was, carried her up to her bed room and then ended up going to his and falling to sleep. That’s when the creature made her move. She was no longer a creature for the time being. She was a human with golden blond hair and sky blue eyes. The Goddess wore a dress of white instead of black as was usually worn in funerals.
    The Goddess entered Avarice’s bedroom without making a sound. The boy was asleep. The Goddess spoke her words softly, “Wake up young Hero of Life.” Avarice awoke with a jolt and was even scared more by the sight of the Goddess of Death standing in his room.
    “W-what’s going on,” he stuttered. “Am I dead?” “No,” the Goddess replied. “You’re alive and so am I. I was the Goddess of Death but I am no longer this. I am Mortal like you Young Hero.” Avarice did not reply. His father was dead and it had not been the real Goddess or God of Death that had taken his father away from him. “Why are you here,” he finally asked.
    “Your father told me to protect you from the thing you will want most and, as he was my most loyal follower, I took his last request and shall do what he has asked of me and I shall become a Goddess once again if I can do this,” the Goddess replied with a flick of her hand.
    “I want nothing more that to undo the things that brought me here in the first place but it cannot be done so I must become a Goddess once again if I want to remain happy. That means getting rid of the blood lust that has gotten me back on this earth again.”
    Avarice stared in amazement at the Goddess. This was not supposed to ever happen to a God or Goddess if they were true to the Goddess of Light that had brought them there in the first place and not to the reasons they were brought there. This girl Goddess seemed not to even want to be a Goddess at all and that had never happened before. “Do you want revenge on the people that killed your father, who was known to us as the Hero of Light,” the Goddess asked interrupting his thoughts.
    “Of course I do,” Avarice replied.
    “Then we both have a lust for the blood of another,” the Goddess said shaking her head.
    “Why would a Goddess have a lust for blood,” Avarice asked. The Goddess did not reply.
    “I’m not going to give up on getting revenge on the knight that killed my father,” he continued hoping to get the Goddess to talk.
    “With every man you kill your heart grows darker and you grow a blood lust and crave the blood of others, you feel the need and urge to kill stronger every day until you succumb to the blood and give your soul to the Gods above,” the Goddess said coldly. “Or you are injured and beyond help and give your heart to the Gods just to continue living to kill. You will be over powered by the dark. I am for the light and if you become the dark I must kill you for you shall not deserve to live.”
    Avarice didn’t reply. The Goddess only shook her head. It had not been her true intent to mention what had happened to her but she had to explain. “What if I don’t want to belong to the dark like you,” the boy said with a glint of understanding in his eyes.
    “Do not seek revenge,” the Goddess replied. Avarice could only stare at the girl before him.
    “So we’re going to be a team,” he asked.
    “Sort of,” the Goddess replied. He nodded but the thoughtful look on his face did not escape the Goddess. His thoughts were not such a mystery to her since she had once been sort of like him. Then again she had died to save a hero that she had fallen in love with. The life she had lived as a mortal was behind her but she had been thrown back to the mortal world just because she had a lust for blood. Her only reason to even help this boy was so she could become a goddess once again. Maybe that was a very shallow goal but it was one that could keep her going none the less.
    The Goddess watched the new Hero of Light stand up and took a step back. “If we are going to be a team then I need to know your name,” he said slowly.
    “My name,” the Goddess said slyly as she cocked her head to one side. “Why should I tell you?”
    “Because we are a team now,” Avarice replied. “And you already know my name so I have a right to know yours.”
    “True, but can you be trusted with my name? I am the Goddess of Death as you well know but you want to know my true name right young hero?”
    “Yes I do Goddess. I want to know your real name. The one from when you were . . . human.”
    The Goddess froze.
    “Did you say human,” she asked slowly. Avarice nodded.
    “How did you know?”
    “M-my f-father t-told m-me.”
    “But why would he tell his son his darkest secret? He promised that he would never tell any one about me before I became a Goddess. He lied to me, the girl who saved his very life when he was just starting out as a war hero and paid the ultimate price for it! I saved his life and gave my own in its place so he would be the Hero of Light like the Goddess of all Creation prophesized!”
    The Goddess suddenly clamped her mouth shut. She had said exactly what she had meant not to say to the boy. This was not going as she planned. Now he had some control over her if he chose to take it that is. If the boy knew her name then she would be in trouble. Her out burst was not called for and the boy had sat back down on his bed. Avarice was stunned at the out burst that the Goddess had had but he was even more stunned by what she had said. His father had actually promised not to tell a secret about the Goddess that stood as a creature in front of him and had not kept it.