AMARA: DEMONS AND SPIRITS
NOTICE: MONA LISA STORY OUT NOW
In the shadowed annals of mystic history, Mona Lisa stood as a beacon of power, the greatest witch ever known. Centuries ago, when demons – vile entities born of chaos and shadow- tore through the mortal realm, their forms and allies the Masquerades, trickster spirits drawn from ancient African groves, sowed discord among humanity. These masquerades wore faces of bone and vine, twisting minds with their deceptive dances along with their worshippers. Mona Lisa a witch of unparalleled might, confronted this darkness channelling the power of the prince of warfare Angel Michael of Heaven, his radiant power surging through her veins, created the Masquerade dance- a ritual of rhythmic chants and sacred steps- she bound the demons and their masquerade kin, banishing them to a sealed abyss. To protect the world from further chaos she wove realms beyond mortal reach; starry heavens for griffins, misty fountains for mermaids, and sanctuaries for unicorns, leprechauns and giants alike. Her victory was legend, but her spell as powerful as she was, wasn't eternal. This was two thousand years ago.
Beneath the Academy of Aracnum, in a labyrinth of catacombs pulsing with ancient magic, a crack had formed in Mona Lisa's seal where she had locked the demons away, a jagged rift of obsidian and violent flame, hummed with malevolent energy, its whispers echoing through the potions lab above, for weeks, explosions had rocked the lab- bursts of shadow and sulphur that left scorch marks and lingering sense of dread. The professors, guardians of the Academy's secrets, gathered in the catacombs central chamber, their faces grim under the flickering light of the enchanted torches.
Professor Erebus, his stormy-grey eyes narrowed, traced runes on the gate's edge, his hands trembling as the demonic energy repelled his spells. 'Mona Lisa's wards are awakening' he said, voice taut. 'The demons are crawling their way back'.
Professor Thristle, buzzed above, his twig wand glowing faintly, 'We have tried every sealing spell in the archives'. He squeaked, his face streaking with sweat. 'The gate's power is tied to cosmic balance, so this means that there is trouble in the magic realm, a mass release of evil if I may add'
Professor Nadia, a celestial witch with silver hair frowned, she held a star chart on her hands and it flickered repeatedly, 'I see three forces, three forces that would help us conquer'
A low rumble shook the chamber, and a shadow darted from the gate, its form a grotesqu figure , its vine wrapped limbs writhing. Erebus hurled a fire spell, but the shadow dissolved, it's laughter echoing 'We are running out of time' he growled'.' If the gate fully opens, the demons will wreak havoc on us'
Thistle's wings faltered. 'There's a legend….. Mona Lisa's masquerade dance spell could reseal the gate, but it requires Michael's power. None of us can do that'.
'I know someone that can, her power grows exponentially and she might be the next great witch, if we guide her well she can do it' Erebus said.
'what's her name'
'Amara. Daughter of Midnight'
