Sacrilege and blasphemy are the mortal enemies of the Church and was well of that secret organization—the "Sacred Omen."
Vatican City; Europe—
The Holy Temple: The headquarters of the "Sacred Omen" was located at the central underground of the Vatican City.
Directly under the main stature of St. Peter Basilica, there silently lies the enormous underground city which centralize with the rule of the "Eminence"—a position equivalent to such of a pontiff. Built in accordance with the renaissance style of the Vatican City, the underground structure of the Holy Temple was made to look as much the same. Classical.
At the center of this bustling hidden Haven—a castle-like edifice lies magnificent. Gold laced in every linings of the building. Rare gemstones shine in its every corner. Glorious pillars coated with gold and walls scripted with Latin in its silver lace traced the sacred structure.
Inside this great castle lies the pure-white hall where the high-ranked Pillars and of the Twelve apostle hold their conferences.
On the other side of this castle situated a room forbidden for all to enter. The chamber of the "Eminence". The private room of the pontiff.
In this very room was a woman, staring hard at a single portrait. She was sitting on the bed, a photo in hand—her lambed eyes were nailed into the image, somberly and affectionately looking at it.
She had her vestments on her side while only lightly dressed. Her wonderful womanly figure revealed to herself. Her silver hair flowed on her shoulders to her waist, her bangs trimmed straight over her brows. And a conspicuously alurring mole under her left ashen eye. Her red lips unmoved and she wore this melancholic expression.
This very person is the head of this secret organization—this woman is no other than the Eminence. No one had yet to see the face of her Eminence, not even the twelve apostles. Though, it was known to them that she was a woman, her visage was obscured to them.
Her eyes trained in the photo. Not even tearing her gaze from it. In the photograph, a lovely family picture was portrayed.
"Soon… Father, mother… my beloved little sister—I will finally be able to avenge your death."
Despite her holy image, her heart burns with vengeance, her mind was filled with anger. This was her driving motivation for perpetuating the "Sacred Omen." A scheme for her great revenge towards the Demon stone ability users.
Her hatred towards them is unmeasured that even before the conflict that occurred that divided the HARMONIA into a three-way force, she already had this plot in mind.
"With the lamb in our hand, I will finally be able to grant your wish."
Martha Dues Jerusalem—the holder of the SSR ability Seraph type {Michael} is the founding head of "Sacred Omen"—an ability user that had the ability to unite people under her command. The Eminence. This person had only one goal; to eradicate the existence of all the Demon Stone users.
The Eminence, Martha, put the photo gently on the bed then shifted her attention to the document at her side. There a profile of a young man was cited. Jet-black hair, pure black irises, beautiful face, and a medium build. At the top left of the profile, a name was situated;
"Gleren Stasis… a man capable of facing a high-class Pillar without any weapon nor ability." Martha muttered, "Will he bloom or wither? Will he be able to reach my castle or fall even before knowing I exist? Now—what fate will you unveil before me?"
Martha put the document down and went towards the open window leading to her balcony. The wind by her movement was smoothly sweeping her long silver hair. Making it dance with her every little gesture.
She stared at the transparent barrier above, a barrier that was concealing the underground city. At the skies past this invisible ceiling was a moon nearing its fulling state.
"The time is nigh."
Martha mumbled to herself.
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Somewhere inside the castle, in a spacious dim room, Maria was being kept. She was treated better and was done no harm. To begin with, she was needed alive and to be a sacrifice for who knows what kind of ritual—thus before the ceremony, harm towards the "lamb" was not permitted and her handling was as of a guest rather than a captive.
This Maria was looking through her open window, intently staring at the fulling moon. Her crimson eyes were shining as if resonating with the light of the heavenly body.
Devoid of expression, she stood there. Not waiting; not anticipating anything; hopelessly staring at the distant sight…
The moon is beautiful tonight. She though. But she will not say it. She doesn't want to say it. The downhearted aura she's emitting is what exactly she was. The lonesome, last Vampire. The existence that she believed brought misfortune to anyone.
She was like the moon. Bright and beautiful on the outsight, yet lonely within.
Maria Vlad Valentine.
Volume 1—End...