1. Prologue The Count and the Netherworld
What is a Count?
A Count is a proud.
A Count is a strong.
A Count is Fear it's self.
The young Queen of Counts, Libertina Anastasia of Somewhere in the Middle of Nowhere, stood on the balcony to her castle that over looked the great abyss of, nothing, just black space for as long as the eye could see.
Her long golden hair, that was tied back in two pigtails, spilled freely down her shoulders.
She wore a deep black jacket and shawl, red ribbon lined all the edges and crossed at the shoulders.
Her plump black dress came down to her ankles.
Slowly she opened her eyes, her sclera was ink black which made her blood red irises shine like beacons far of in the distance.
She smirked, mischief was at hand.
Libertina lifter her umbrella to her face, "Do you think it's time for some adventure? Constantine. "
"Whatever my master desires", the umbrella that is called Constantine replied.
Be carful all those ignorant of a Counts power whilst there appearance may be that of an ordinary human they are nothing of the sort.
Be carful all those with power a Counts power is something that hasn't been seen for thousands of years and is as old as the world it's self.
Be carful all those daring enough to stand against a Count. What you see before you is a lie, a Count never reveals it's true, terrifying, form unless it wants to. When it does.
Your body tenses to stone.
Your senses tell you to run
The Fear crushes down on you like a waterfall rendering you useless and the next thing you know, a sword is thrusted through your gut and then that's it, your chance is gone, you are dead, as simple and as easy as that.
"Bring on the best you have to offer", Libertina declared with arrogance to the Netherworld, "Send your Knights, you guardians, your foul Denizens from the lowest floors, it matters little to me I Libertina Anastasia, the Goddess of the Corpse and the Resurrection, will dye my hair with their blood. My Death Waltz has begun I dare you to get in my way".
We have the Count but what about the Netherworld.
Everything has a shadow and that includes the world and that is what the Netherworld is, the worlds shadow. Literally translated it would be Shadow-world.
The Netherworld was created when the world was created, it is the opposite to the world.
Were the World has light, the Netherworld is a swirling void of darkness.
Were the world has form, the Netherworld has no parameters, it is impossible to create a map of the Netherworld, if you were it would be constantly changing. How anything can live in there just seems impossible, yet the Counts prevail.
The Netherworld is something much more than a swirling abyss of nothing, it is alive, it has a conscience, a personality, it can think.
This is a Count.
This is a Netherworld.
And this is a story.
We have our hero.
We have our enemy.
Now let us read on and see how events unfold.