Chapter 2 Diana got possessed

In the depths of my vision, the crimson moon ascended, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. The air was electric with anticipation, for this was the moment we had all been waiting for - the fulfillment of the ancient prophecy. An alpha was about to be born, and I, a vessel for this transformative event.

But as the due date approached, a sense of unease settled over me. This time, the experience was shrouded in darkness and fear. Unseen fingers wrapped around my arm, their warmth a stark contrast to the chill that ran down my spine. Heavy breathing whispered in my ear, and a tight grasp held me in place. My mind raced with terror, clouding my thoughts and rendering me vulnerable to the enemy's threats.

In this state of fear, I was no longer in control. The darkness closed in around me, and I became a pawn in a sinister game. The prophecy, once a beacon of hope, now seemed like a distant memory, obscured by the shadows that surrounded me.

The air grew thick and dark, like a palpable entity, suffocating me. Everything around me faded into oblivion, leaving me blind and disoriented. I struggled to regain my composure, but it was too late. The moon fell, plunging the world into chaos. "Help me!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the void, but there was no one to rescue me. I cried out for Troy, my voice hoarse from desperation, but he was nowhere to be found. In my vision, I sensed chaos and unrest, and Troy's fear was palpable. I could hear his racing heartbeat, and I knew he was troubled. As the days passed, Troy's vigilance intensified. With three weeks to go until the first blood moon, he doubled his guards and recruited more humans, turning them into vampires. His determination was unwavering, and I knew he would stop at nothing to prepare for the impending event.

Troy's training regime was brutal and unforgiving. He pushed his new recruits to their limits, and anyone who failed to meet his expectations was met with swift and merciless elimination. I had never seen Troy so aggressive and troubled, his eyes burning with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Sleep eluded him, and he spent every waking moment honing his armies, preparing for the impending blood moon. Even with two weeks to go, and no signs of threats on the horizon, Troy refused to let his guard down. His vigilance was unyielding, and his determination to protect me and his kingdom was palpable.

As the days passed, Troy's armies grew stronger, their numbers swelling with each new recruit. I watched in awe as he transformed his warriors into an unstoppable force, their loyalty to Troy absolute and unwavering.

Troy's obsession with preparation had transformed him into a monster, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. He continued to turn humans into vampires, his armies swelling with each new recruit. I watched in horror as he succumbed to his darker nature, his soul consumed by an insatiable thirst for power. One week before the blood moon, Troy's paranoia reached a fever pitch. He questioned me repeatedly, his eyes narrowing as he demanded to know if I was pregnant. I reassured him I wasn't, but he seemed unconvinced. On the night of the blood moon, the ceremony proceeded without a hitch, and Troy relaxed, thinking the worst was over. But then, I collapsed to the ground, my body shivering uncontrollably as I uttered unintelligible words. Troy ordered everyone to keep their distance, unaware that I was no longer in control.

A demon from the underworld had taken possession of my body, and I was slipping away, my life force ebbing with each passing moment. Troy's desperation grew as he tried to revive me, his face twisted in anguish. He considered turning me into a vampire, hoping to save me from death's grasp, but his doubts lingered.

Troy's skepticism about my survival grew, fearing my strength would fail me under the vampire's bite. Driven by love and determination, he embarked on a perilous journey to seek help, but uncertainty shrouded his path. Where could he find the guidance he so desperately needed? As night fell, Troy set up camp deep in the forest, his mind racing with worries. Overwhelmed by anguish and pain, he cried out, his voice echoing through the trees. Suddenly, a vision appeared before him - I stood radiant, my presence ethereal. With an otherworldly calm, I revealed to Troy where to seek help, my words imbued with an authority that transcended the mortal realm. As the vision faded, Troy awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was dealing with forces beyond his understanding, and time was running out. The urgency of his quest intensified, and with newfound determination, he set off towards the unknown, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

After three grueling nights of travel, Troy finally arrived at the shaman's cave, his body worn and his spirit drained. As he entered the cave, a warm light enveloped him, and he was met with the gentle smile of Anna, the shaman. Her eyes sparkled with a deep wisdom, and her voice was like a soothing balm to his weary soul. "Troy, I have been expecting you," she said, her words dripping with an otherworldly knowing. "You are welcome here. I sense the urgency of your quest, and I understand why you have come. Diana has already appeared to me, and I have been guiding her spirit from afar." Anna's expression turned grave, and her voice took on a serious tone. "We are dealing with forces beyond our understanding, Troy. Demons from the underworld have taken hold of Diana, and their purpose is sinister. They seek to consume her from the inside out, to capture her spirit and possess her body fully."

Troy's heart raced with fear, but Anna's calm demeanor reassured him. "Do not worry, Troy. We will journey back to your kingdom together, and we will fight to save Diana. But we must act quickly, for time is running out. We have only two days to prepare." With those words, Anna's eyes seemed to bore into Troy's very soul, and he knew that he had found a powerful ally in the fight to save Diana. He felt a surge of hope and determination, and he knew that together, they would face whatever lay ahead.

Two days passed, and Troy and Anna returned to the kingdom, their journey marked by a sense of urgency. Anna, the shaman, hastened to my side, her eyes burning with a fierce determination. She began to chant and make incantations, her voice weaving a spell of protection and banishment. Troy stood by her side, his eyes fixed on me with a mix of fear and hope.

As Anna continued her ritual, the demon that had taken hold of me began to stir, its presence palpable in the air. The shaman's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she cast her spells with renewed vigor, determined to subdue the malevolent entity. The demon let out a deafening roar, but Anna stood firm, her spirit unshakeable.

Finally, the demon was forced to retreat, its hold on me broken. But the question still lingered: who had sent it, and why? I lay there, my body weak and my mind foggy, my consciousness slow to return. Troy's face was etched with worry, his eyes red from lack of sleep.

I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. I reached out and touched his hand, and he felt my touch, his eyes locking onto mine. I could sense his fear, his terror, and his relief all mixed together. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was for putting him through such anguish, but my voice failed me. All I could do was let tears roll down my cheeks, and Troy knew.

He knew I was sorry, and he knew I was scared. With a gentle smile, he told me not to cry, that he would protect me at any cost. Even if it meant putting his own life on the line. His words were a balm to my soul, and I knew that I was safe, that Troy would always be there to shield me from harm.

Few weeks passed, and I finally regained consciousness, my strength and vitality returning to me like a warm embrace. Troy's face lit up with joy as he saw me sitting up and smiling, his eyes shining with happiness. He took my hand in his, his touch gentle and loving, and I knew that everything was going to be alright. As I settled back into my normal routine, Troy arranged for Anna, the shaman, to visit us. He wanted to express his heartfelt gratitude for her role in saving me from the clutches of the demon. With a warm smile, he presented her with an abundance of food supplies, a token of his appreciation for her selflessness and spiritual prowess. With a nod of respect, he also offered her a escort of skilled warriors to ensure her safe return to her village, a gesture that touched Anna's heart. As she departed, I could sense the deep connection that had formed between us, a bond forged in the fires of adversity and spiritual triumph.