1975 A.D
Thunder rolled across the sky and chills swept the air, as the moon above loomed over the night in an eerie glare. Lightning outlined the grand mansion, as towering trees framed the outcast area.
In the midst of this darkness, two figures descended down the stairs, clutching the golden railing in a fancy manner, a glass of dark red in their hands.
"Did you feel that? Right now?"
An old man muttered to the woman beside him, grey dotting their perfectly styled black hair. She looked at him, her gaze sharp., and her tone calm as she spoke.
"It seems that the curse has finally claimed it's prey.
Another innocent successfully sacrificed to purify ourselves from the sins of the world. It will be another 50 years or so before the demon goes berserk from hunger. We'll need to prepare rightfully, before the curse is broken and it turns on us.
We'll need to find another soul to harvest."
The man nodded, opening a door mangled with vines and dust, revealing the stony path out of the mansion. The wind roared mercilessly above them.
"It's life force is the only thing that sustains us. It'll need another prey soon. After all, it's darkness is so divine that it needs the purity of soul to sustain itself."
The leaves underneath their feet crumbled with a crunch, as they sat inside a black car with elaborate silver linings. One last time, they looked back at the mansion, their green eyes twinkling maliciously.
"What a pity..." she muttered,
"He seemed like a good man."