However, they didn’t know that the king had set guards to keep watch on the two. In chock they ran down, trying to catch Belhelth as he obviously was guilty of luring Rhosamyn to such forbidden rituals.

Belhelth ran into the forest while his loved one (now possessed?) starts to shout out load a chapter from the book. With his mind on the dead child and the blood covered altar, he can hear Rhosymin laugh and scream… like a witch in a fairy tale…

The azure surface of the glimmering lake.
Reflections from the sun cast to the sword – raised against the sky, towards the light.
Into the eyes that yet not sighted lies.
A sacrifice beyond the human weakness; made by the young man still with flaming eyes.

The sun went dying, the last candle for light.
Two eyes watching the flames; whom ablaze in the night.
A silent whispering; echoes grim yet graceful.
The man who will bring the shadows… The Eroican

Born to please the night, a shadow child. Philosophers burned while sighting the unseen.
Visions of his aura, a dim kingdom given.
The precious sword held by the young hands bleeding.
To sacrifice his blood (the morning of darkness), to see the light (for him it will kneel).

Voices whispering his name, a hymn to the emperor.
The spire, the sword, his wandering for the shadows.
His two eyes sacrificed to replace the light and a human sacrifice to give birth to the eternal night…

This is a re-arranged version of the original texts found in Hevalia – The ancient book of prophecies.
This version is updated with the missing pieces that actually tell the dark side of it all.

His first love sighted the blade at dusk; the cold steel met her warm pulsing neck.
In silence she died, no sound from her mouth but her eyes screamed as the blade came forth.

Running for his life through the forest afraid to meet Rhosymins destiny.
Why had she told them about his presence that night when they gathered for rituals – in black?

Ah – why can’t they see that Nezgoulth once will rise?
Ah – Why can’t they let him find sanctuary with the chosen one?

All of the kingdoms knights were set to hunt and by dawn Belhelth would have been captured, before dusk his head would have fallen…
But this was not the prophecy; Belhelth should live for ages more.

They are fools to believe that they can win; he is born to kill the unfaithful ones.
What is written in the stars is the prophecy… And the prophecy is him!

Belhelth observes in a distance how his belowed is beheaded – the sentence for witchcraft. In agony he escapes into the forest before the knights can capture him.

Raped seven times by the shadow of Sin. The first time on a bed of stones and she cried.
No beauty no grace she had but her eyes, they lighted in green as if they were enchanted.

Night after night and her innocence became stolen.
A coup of blood she was offered but “no”.
Her voice was lost on the fourth night, but her screams, the ancient ones, echoed till dawn.

On the seventh night something was different, the voice she had but no screams, no tears in her eyes.
Her face had changed, now graceful and beautified.
But her eyes were no longer green, now dark as the night.
And the coup of blood she drank – as wine it poured through her throat…
She had now found her pleasure in blood.

Unsatisfied with the blood Sins wounds offered,
Selene gracefully walked away from her cold bed.
Leaving Sins lifeless body behind her on the cold stones,
Now searching for new blood to pleasure her self with.

And as she got deeper into the forest a lonely man she sighted behind the trees.
He looked so afraid but yet he did not.
Was he the man with her life she should protect, was he the man born to conquer?

In a time when the first humans walked on Phellius, a child got lost in the great woods. Hungry and afraid she spent days in the cold until a strange looking man found her. He fed her, gave her warmth and comfort. The child was relieved at first, but as hours, days, months, years, centuries and decades passed, the child discovered the darkness inside him. Soon he no longer bothered to cover in his human façade, and he turned out to be the most hideous little gruesome creature.

But the child had no one else and nowhere to go so it stayed. The child knew that when the time was right nothing could come in between of its destiny… The name of the child was Selene.

She risen her hands and brought fire upon the sky, and the flames reflected in her so graceful eyes.
The red light from the sky was so bright…
For over a hundred miles penetrating the dark night.

Seduced by her eyes, blackened by time and tide?
From nowhere she came to rescue his sacred life.
Knights on horses – into killing flames they ride, falling down dead and there are no places to hide.

Thousands of soldiers burning as he lurked in the dark, was she a queen of this forest – the heart?
His wish to embrace her had been since she first came.
Was she a mighty sorceress with powers that could lame?

None had ever reached into his heart as deep as she but afraid he was to let his emotions flattering him.
So in the misty dawn he decided to leave her, ‘cause he couldn’t risk to fall in love again…
But why did he already miss her?

The knights had sighted their prey and within seconds Belhelth would have been captured. But Selene had laid eyes on the interesting young man and decided to see what he had to offer. As soon as Belhelth looked closely at Selene, all feelings he had for Rhosymin was wiped away.

At dawn Belhelth was ready to leave, but saved by the most precious one he now realised that he wasn’t alone.
Selene was the queen, glancing at her surface of beauty could make thousand men and one to die for her.

A future king with his queen; a romance in darkest harmony.
But one life will be lost, sacrificed, oh – such a tragedy.

Walking through the newborn seas of burned knight’s blood.
Last night was forever to remember and never to forget. Yet was not the journey to pass, but the end was near. The dawn of a new age was about to arrive.

Each step brought them further but their strength wasn’t enough so at dusk they stopped in an ancient ruin to rest.
This ancient place had not been sighted since the age of the fairies but now with its dark secrets it had appeared once again, to bring visions in their dreams.

The two spends the night closely in each others arms. For hours lost in an eternity of love. For hours blinded by one another. Not seeing that their resting place is covered with dark runes.

Dancing through the cold surrounding mist. And the shadows from the trees stare.
Born out of dim light – sons of the moon; and the shadows stare at him…

Hands bleeding and blood drips (again & again), falling silent to the ground and gathers.
Fauns drinking his blood, feast at his soul and screaming he dances in the clair du lune.

The night too long, shall dawn never come?
Is he bound to darkness for eternity?
Selene – the graceful wanderer so pure, not a virgin but neither a whore.

Belhelth’s eyes will be pale; pale as the horizon and in fire inhuman hands will crown him.
The price he will pay is already set but conquer he shall. When he arrives, Nezgoulth – the flaming God.

Belhelth awakes by dawn, in fear he remember his dream.
And he knows that there is not much time left.
Hand in hand with Selene he wanders against the chosen place, unknowing that prince Leira follows them.

As soon as Belhelth closes his eyes he doze off into a darken dream state. The runes project a fuzzy image of his emerging destiny into his mind. 

Followed by prince Leira through the old ravine below the mountains of Vescoul.
This, the only way to the final crowning of Belhelth was also the way where light should bring death to one of the chosen ones.
As it were written in the prophecies for a thousand sunages ago, Leira lurked in the shadows of the moon until the journey had come to its end.
And behold – for the dagger thrown to find the heart of Belhelth reached the warm flesh under Selenes pale skin instead. And know that mother earth cried for her.

In sorrow the sword was raised and in sorrow it fell, and once again to make sure of his end…
Prince Leira never spoken again!

Rhosymins brother, Prince Leira, had found traces of Belhelths whereabouts, and with a strong will he followed them, determined to obliterate the man responsible for his sister’s death. But faith had a different thing in mind for him.

…And as Belhelths pale eyes, covered in Selene’s blood, falls into the flames of eternity,
Nezgoulth rise from his ancient sleep. Divine in fire he crowns his “son”, Belhelth, to emperor of earth and universe.

And the prophecies are finally fulfilled!

The emperor of the Underworld, the creature with a name not to be spoken, the master of fire. Nezgoulth has little power of the world outside his domains, but as Belhelth sacrifice his eyes and the blood of a Goddess in his name he can finally reach his mind into the universe…