Haunted Mirror Reveals Secret DayWalker Society | The Legend of Betrayal and Resolution | The Immortal Gazette
The studio buzzed with magic, as if the very air was alive with the energy of forgotten tales and old secrets. Alice, ever poised with her cup of tea, was already leaning forward, eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Oh, you’re going to love this one," she said, her voice teasing as if she knew exactly how it would stir the room. "This is a legend - one that’s been passed down through the centuries by those who truly understand the balance of worlds.” She winked, tapping her fingers against the table. “It’s about a haunted mirror, of course. What else would it be about? Do you think I would leave you with a dull story?”
Loki, calm as ever, raised a brow. “A haunted mirror?
Alice chuckled softly, her smile turning cryptic. “You’ll see, darling. It starts like this...”
Long ago, in a time when the DayWalkers were still keeping their secrets close, a particular legend began to circulate among the immortal circles. Sonia, Seraphina, and the other guardians had long known the truths of their society - the Watchmen, the bounty hunters, the guardians themselves - but there was something darker, buried beneath their history.
The secret society of the DayWalkers - one that stretched far beyond just a few noble immortals - had a hidden branch. This was an older faction, one lost to the passage of time. It was a group of powerful immortals who had risen to prominence before the DayWalkers had fully embraced their role as protectors of the realms. They called themselves the Crimson Fangs. A rogue faction who, after a great betrayal centuries ago, had disappeared from the public eye.
This betrayal, whispered among only the oldest of DayWalkers, was tied to a powerful, cursed mirror - a mirror forged not just to show one’s reflection, but to reveal their truest desires, their deepest secrets, and the truth behind every mask they wore. But this was no ordinary mirror. It was said to reveal the inner workings of the DayWalker society - and everything that had been hidden.
The legend goes that the Crimson Fangs had once been an elite group of DayWalkers, tasked with guarding the boundaries between the realms. But one of their own, a leader by the name of Vasilis, had betrayed them. He’d grown ambitious, desiring more power than any DayWalker should. In his lust for control, he sought to manipulate the magic of the mirror - to twist the secrets it held for his own gain.
This betrayal split the DayWalkers - dividing them into factions. Some believed Vasilis’ lust for power had been justified. Others, like Sonia and Seraphina, were determined to see him brought to justice. The Crimson Fangs had tried to hide away, but Vasilis’ ambition had caused such a rift that the mirror’s power was nearly lost to time.
Sitting back in her chair, Alice sipped her tea, clearly enjoying the attention she’d gathered. “So, one night - long after the Crimson Fangs had vanished - Seraphina and Sonia - two of the fiercest and most dedicated DayWalker guardians - found the mirror again, hidden in the remains of an ancient castle in the heart of the Enchanted Forest. It was there, in the deep shadows, that they uncovered the mirror’s power... and the truth about what had happened.”
Rumple, who had been leaning back with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. “And that truth was?”
Alice’s eyes sparkled as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. “The betrayal wasn’t just Vasilis’. He’d been manipulated. The mirror had been tainted - cursed by dark magic. But not all of the story had been lost to time. Seraphina and Sonia discovered that the Crimson Fangs weren’t entirely evil - they had been tricked by an external force, a darker power that had sought to destroy the balance between realms by using the DayWalkers as pawns.”
Loki narrowed his eyes. “An external force? And who was that?”
Alice grinned wickedly. “Ah, now that’s the question, isn’t it? But the truth was buried deep - so deep that the mirror almost broke the world in two. That was the moment when the DayWalkers came together as they are now. As guardians—protecting both the realms of mortals and immortals.”
Rumple leaned forward, clearly invested now. “So they fixed everything?”
Alice nodded. “Yes, they did. After much struggle, after much chaos, Seraphina and Sonia led the charge. The Crimson Fangs were redeemed, their name cleared. The mirror was destroyed - though the remnants of its magic still pulse in the shadows, ready to reveal new secrets for those who dare to seek them.”
Loki gave a low chuckle. “Oh, how charming. A mirror of betrayal, redemption, and secrets. That’s what I love about these old legends. So much drama.”
Alice smirked, her eyes flickering with mischief. “Ah, but don’t forget - the Crimson Fangs may have been redeemed, but their story lives on in the hearts of those who carry the legacy. The DayWalkers aren’t just about light and love, dear Loki. They are about shadows, about secrets - and yes, about facing betrayal head-on.”
Rumple grinned. “And that, I suppose, is why the Crimson Fangs are still a legend. One that’s resolved... but one that’s never truly forgotten.”
Alice gave a wicked smile. “Exactly. And now, my dear Rumple, you’ll never look at a mirror the same way again, will you?”
The tale had unfolded like a carefully woven tapestry, rich with history, secrets, and the powerful bond that had shaped the DayWalker society into what it was today. But even as the legend came to an end, one thing was clear: some stories—no matter how resolved - never truly fade into the past.
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