A quiet and peaceful forest, containing many beautiful and colorful trees that would make one question one's own mental health, as to how could there be trees like this on earth.
And they won't be any more right, as they would not be on earth, well they would be, but just someplace where a human wouldn't really want to go.
They would be in the Underworld, the home of devils, demons, and fallen angels.
In the middle of the forest that went as far as the eye could see, stood a magnificent castle with a mountain by its side.
The castle was like a cloud floating away from the mortal world, free from the burdens of the world.
Even the people moving to and fro within the castle seemed like illusions, there for one second and gone the other. They were moving from one circle on the ground to another and disappearing in a flash of light. These circles weren't just ordinary circles, they were a special means of transportation used by the biblical faction of the supernatural world. And these people moving about were none other than devils and demons.
Watching over from the great balcony of the castle was the ruler of this forest and one of the most powerful devils in the underworld. Skygge De Vil.
If you ask any person in the supernatural world what kind of person was Skygge De Vil. Their answer would be, "A cold, cunning, and calculative man. Who is impossible to read, and even more impossible to blink in front of, cause you never know when your eyes may close forever." And they probably wouldn't change their answer, even if you beat them to death.
However, these beings would probably puke out blood, Chinese novel style, if they ever saw the face the man they called, The Shadow Emperor, was making.
It was a face full of joy and happiness like a grandpa about to meet his grandchildren, which he was about to. A smile adorning his handsome visage, which widened even further when a pair of delicate hands, with skin like white jade, held his hands that he unknowingly had clenched into a fist. A beautiful voice, belonging to the beautiful hands was heard, "It seems someone is very excited."
The voice may have sent shivers down any man's spine, as the only thought in their mind would be to turn around and see the holder of such an angelic voice… and once they turned around they would see only darkness, as they would die without knowing how. Because how could they even catch a glimpse of the beautiful visage of The Empress of Thousand and One Spell, Adeline De Vil, when they are not even powerful.
Skygge turned around to see his beautiful wife looking the same way he had seen her thousands of years ago. With beautiful pink hair going down to her bountiful hips and her sparkling pink eyes that contained a never-ending curiosity for the world.
She held the hands of her beloved man who was smiling at her like the sun shining upon wheat fields. His silky black hair swept to the sides, with his purple eyes that may enchant any woman who may look into them, currently showing his barely hidden delight.
"How could I not be excited, I will finally be able to play with my grandson once again. I will be able to show him around the new world, the new books I have got for him, the new techniques I have developed, and the…" – Skygge said joyfully.
"You silly man, let him at least wake up. We can do this all after he becomes better." – Adeline interrupted his excited rant.
"I know that… it's just that, I have been waiting for this moment for centuries." – Skygge said, regaining his composure, or at least he tried to but couldn't wipe that goofy smile off his face.
"Me too. I just wish they were here to see him again." – Adeline said sorrowfully, turning the mood solemn.
Skygge's smile also died down, with sadness and grief replacing it, and anger, lots and lots of anger towards a certain group of individuals.
That was until it calmed down when his beloved wife put his forehead against hers.
Whispering a few words, that would cause the whole supernatural world to flip over, "Patience my love, we shall have our revenge and paint the world in their blood, as we tear their souls apart."
These words calmed Skygge down allowing him to return to his way calculations rather than just being a berserker.
As the two devils were leaning against each other, which would make for a beautiful picture; within the castle in a beautiful room that just found the perfect blend between comfort and luxury, on a king-sized bed lay a boy that looked no older than 8 as if he was dead with the only indication of him being alive being the rhythmic movement of his chest.
However, suddenly an aged voice echoed in the room, a voice that made the very fabric of reality tear apart.
"Finally."
And the eyes of the boy opened, to announce his awakening.