Her Immortal Lover

Janet has one of the most unusual stories known to man. She was born a clone. Forged from the highest and most skilled levels of fairy magic known to the first world. When I say first world, I don't mean Fairy as it's known today. I mean after the first world was created, when their were no stars in the sky, when the moon didn't have a face, when the earth's flesh wasn't considered a woman with a uterus island in the red sea or a mystical eye lake in Iceland. She wasn't alone though for Jane was but one clone. For each star a clones flesh suit was born.

Jane had a bumpy road ahead of her she found comfort in Drakae her Immortal vampire. Her trained her spirit, taught her how to kill with percision, to enjoy the simple pleasures of the darkest parts of her nature. Drakae had an uncontroable thirst being the first vampire ever created or maybe just the first with a thirst and a need for that honey vibe.

Drakae was her first lover, her first companion and the longer they were together in the first world, the deeper she feel for him. The prison she was about to be thrown into was far bigger than anyone ever dreamed it would be.

All Jane has in this world is a magical grimore laced with ancient primal black magic, a magic sachel, her solid eclipse and her desire to be free of this hell, with her flesh suit inside of a mountain wall, due to immaculate angelic conception and her solar eclipse.

Not to mention Drakea currently sitting dedicated in some far corner of the world calling her home, to his sweet warm embrace. Her first love, her sweet escape, her lover.