As the night sky enveloped the kingdom of Eugola, an eerie silence settled over the grand halls of the castle. Unbeknownst to the inhabitants, a malevolent force lurked in the shadows, patiently awaiting its moment to strike.

Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind swirled through the open window of the King's private chamber, carrying with it a dark spirit. Formless and ethereal, it floated through the air, undetectable by mortal eyes. With an otherworldly precision, it sought out its target – the unsuspecting Loch.

Silhouetted against the moonlit room, the King slumbered soundly, his regal countenance peaceful in repose. Little did he know that his dreams would soon be shattered by the intrusion of an otherworldly entity.

The dark spirit descended upon the sleeping monarch, its form intertwining with his slumbering body. Slowly but surely, the spirit took hold, merging with the King's essence and corrupting him.  As the possession took hold, Loch's peaceful features began to contort, a twisted grin emerging on his face. Within moments, the transformation was complete. The King, now a vessel for darkness, stood as though in a trance. His once dignified demeanour replaced by an ominous aura, he moved with an unnatural grace, his steps echoing through the chamber.

Outside the chamber, loyal guards patrolled the castle, unaware of the malevolent presence within. It was at this moment that a handmaiden, passing by the King's chamber on her late-night duties, heard a faint commotion emanating from behind the heavy, ornate doors. Curiosity piqued, she tentatively pushed open the doors, revealing a sight that would freeze the blood in her veins.

The possessed King stood in the centre of the room, his twisted smile freezing the handmaiden in terror. A shudder ran down her spine as she watched him convulse, as if caught between two worlds. Sensing her presence, the dark spirit turned its attention towards her, a predatory glint in its eyes.

The handmaiden, overcome with fear, stumbled backward, knocking over a nearby table. The King moved closer and bashed her head. His face still emotionless, his eyes clouded he dragged himself to his nightstand and fished out a dagger. The same dagger that ended Reena’s life.

The air was thick and tense, flickering candlelight struggled to illuminate the vast space, casting eerie, dancing silhouettes against the ornate paintings that adorned the walls. He made his way out. His heavy footsteps echoed through the castle, creating an eerie symphony of echoes that seemed to taunt and mock him. The grand hallways, lined with antique suits of armour, stood as silent sentinels, observing the king's descent into darkness. 

As he drew closer to his destination, the atmosphere became increasingly ominous. The air was electric, charged with an almost tangible malevolence. The dim light from the flickering torches barely reached this part of the castle, leaving the path before him shrouded in darkness. His own reflection, distorted and sinister, seemed to dance on the old rusty windows that lined the hallway. He opened the door, to Lana's room, the atmosphere hung heavy with tension. The room itself was dimly lit, creating long, looming shadows that danced across the walls. The air was thick, Lana was still asleep oblivious of what is happening around her.

Lana's room was adorned with plush velvet curtains, their deep crimson colour contrasting eerily with the pale moonlight seeping in through gaps. The ornate furniture, intricately carved and gilded, seemed to loom over Lana like silent witnesses to the impending danger.

As Lana slowly stirred from her slumber, she felt a chilling sensation run down her spine. Her eyes flickered open, and she was met with the sight of her father standing near her bed. “Father, is everything alright? Why are you here?” His face expressionless and with an unsettling blankness, he stared down at her, void of any emotion or mercy.

The King held a gleaming dagger high above his head, glinting menacingly in the ambient light. Its sharp edge caught Lana's eyes, sending a shudder through her entire being. The sight of this ruthless predator sent waves of terror crashing through her.

Silence engulfed the room, broken only by the sound of Lana's pounding heart. Fear gripped her, her mind racing to find a way out of this perilous situation. The realisation dawned upon her that she had to gather her courage and stand strong against the impending threat, if she were to survive this nightmarish encounter.

Lana rolled out of bed and fell on her knees narrowly avoiding a fatal blow from Loch, a fierce struggle ensued between the two. They grappled with each other, their bodies colliding and their movements becoming increasingly frantic. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room as they exerted themselves in their battle for dominance.

There was a symphony of noises accompanying their struggle. The thud of their feet hitting the floor echoed through the room, as they tried to maintain balance amid the chaotic tussle. Objects on nearby surfaces teetered and crashed to the ground, adding to the cacophony. The sound of their fists connecting with each other's bodies reverberated through the room, punctuated by grunts and groans of pain.

Lana's determination and strength eventually began to overpower her father. As she gained the upper hand, their struggle intensified, with her father becoming more desperate to regain control. She managed to snatch the dagger and closed her eyes, though she was trained in martial arts and in all different types of combat, she never actually had to use it in her twenty years. She panted, her hands shaking, her hands trembling. She was staring down Loch as he struggled to stand up, Lana’s lips quivering, she bit down her lower lip and a teardrop rolled down her cheek. 

“Why are you doing this? Please… Father… I didn’t mean to disobey you it will never happen again. Please don’t kill me.” Loch tilted his head and groaned, his eyes and face still reflecting the daze he was in. “Please, don’t make me do this… Do you want me to leave? I will if you say so, just please stop this madness.” Lana cried once more. 

He stepped closer and closer, Lana simultaneously stepped back until she hit a wall, holding the dagger in front of her, trying to calm her mind, trying to find an out. Loch caught up to her and grabbed her by the neck choking her, she tried to peel his hands of her, but it was pointless. She slid down to her knees choking barely breathing her face turning purple, she felt around the ground for the dagger. After a few seconds her hand touched the hilt, squeezed it, and stabbed her father in the neck and his shoulder then his chest until he let go of her. 

The chilling silence hung heavy as Lana knelt on the ground, her neck marked with vivid bruises, evidence of the struggle that had just unfolded. A mixture of fear, grief, and relief flooded her expression, her tear-streaked face contorted with an overwhelming range of emotions. The room bore witness to the aftermath of a violent confrontation, as splatters of blood smeared the walls and floor, reflecting the brutal nature of the act that had taken place.

Ramona burst into the room, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the grim sight before her. The air crackled with rage as she surveyed the scene, her heart pounding in her chest. Beneath her anger, a faint flicker of concern and protectiveness for Lana crept in, although it struggled to emerge through the veil of fury and disbelief.

Ramona's features twisted in a mixture of horror and sorrow, confronted with the reality of her sister's actions and the gruesome fate met by their father. A storm of emotions raged within her, battling for dominance - anger at their father for perpetrating unimaginable harm, sadness for the loss of a once-unbreakable family bond, and an overwhelming sense of bewilderment over how events had unfolded.

Mixed with the chaos of the room, there was a palpable tension between the two sisters. As they locked eyes, a clash of emotions erupted between them. Confusion, guilt, and regret all simmered beneath the surface, mingling with the simmering anger and resentment they both felt towards their father. The weight of Ramona’s decision bore down heavily on her, every fibre of her being telling her that this was the only way to solution. But the knowledge of what would come next, the execution that awaited her sister, threatened to suffocate Ramona with guilt and regret.

"Get out, Lana," Ramona's voice trembled as she spoke, her hands clutching onto the edge of the table for support. "Run far and never look back."

Lana's eyes widened in disbelief, tears welling up, she wanted to object, but Ramona's eyes spoke volumes, they pleaded for Lana to listen and obey.

Lana grabbed a nearby sheet and began hastily stuffing her meagre belongings into it. Clothes, some money, and a few treasured mementos were gathered in a matter of seconds. She tied the makeshift bundle, slung it over her shoulder, and glanced back at Ramona one last time.

Lana mouthed “I’m sorry, Ramona”. 

Their eyes locked, and a silent understanding passed between them. It was a final connection, a last farewell before their paths diverged forever. Without uttering a word, Lana mustered the strength to climb out of the window, the moon casting a pale glow on her face. She disappeared into the night, her steps fading into the distance as Ramona's tears began to fall.

Alone in the room, Ramona sank to her knees, her sobs echoed through the chamber, a painful symphony of grief and despair. She had condemned herself to a fate worse than death, to be judged and executed for treason. A dark spirit emerged from Loch’s body a swirling looking for a new host. It is the embodiment of darkness itself, with an ominous presence that sends shivers down one's spine. The spirit appears as a shadowy figure, with piercing crimson eyes that glow with a sinister intensity. Its form is hazy, as if composed of smoke or ethereal mist, giving it an otherworldly and unsettling appearance.

It slowly enveloped Ramona, the darkness emanating from the spirit seems to seep into every inch of her being. It wraps around her like a suffocating cloak, gradually extinguishing the light and joy within her. The darkness feeds on her energy, slowly draining her life force as it exerts control over her body and mind.

Ramona, now under the spirit's influence, is surrounded by an aura of inky blackness. Her once vibrant presence becomes dim and foreboding, with a haunted look in her eyes. The darkness follows her every movement, casting an eerie shadow that twists and morphs in response to her emotions. It is as if her very essence has become tainted by the malevolent forces that have taken hold of her.

The sound of heavy footsteps reverberated through the silence, signalling the arrival of the guards. As the guards burst into the room, their eyes narrowing at the sight of Ramona, she met their gaze resolutely and spoke. “My sister is is a traitor, and cold-blooded murderer. Find her and bring her to me alive. An execution would be mercy for the likes of her.”