A tryst between light and darkness;
The tale of star-crossed lovers gone awry;
Its product something unimaginably gray
A child; her child, his child, their child, their baby little girl with pointed ears. An incomprehensible happiness, irregardless of the blasphemy she represented. Ninia could already feel her longevity fading, that she would age and die as a human, as punishment for reveling with one among them. She wasn't sad in the slightest though, the bundle in her lap made her forget all of that. The elvish girl descended from the Fey had not inherited the ability regret, it simply wasn't something she could feel. It was her hope that her child would grow up the same, as she felt regret wasn't something anyone should have to live with.
The father was overjoyed too, but he had other things on his mind. A Practitioner, Kali was one of the few natural ones to be recorded in his village's history. Despite his advanced age of twenty-one, he was selected with overwhelming majority to be Rias' next Tabernacle of Darkness. It was an honor that no one in their right mind would ever refuse. Or at least, that was his belief prior to the Ceremony of Dominance; following that, he believed it to be an unimaginable nightmare. Scarred with riveting black lines of inky darkness, he felt like some sort of sickening tapestry when he awakened from the fell ritual.
He felt like that, but he also felt strange desires, they were different and queasy, sometimes he wished he were dead. Kali would gaze upon people and feel compelled to kill them; he wasn't sure how long he could suppress the urges. Going insane trying was fine with him though, until rumor caught alight that he was the father of the forest guardian's infantile bastard child. His inhibitions were fading fast and the desire for those who slighted him to die grew and grew with each passing day.
The northern forest's guardian who oversaw Rias' obscuring mist was aghast at two things, the first of course that anyone would ever call her little Jun a bastard child, and the second being that Kali wouldn't tell them otherwise. His explanation to her that half-breed children are considered monsters troubled her even further, as she realized she could never let her child walk free amongst men knowing that.
The Tabernacle of Darkness saw the look of despair on Ninia's face and was furious, he left her without another word. A day passed as he plotted, then a second passed. The third failed to pass peacefully though, overnight at least ten people were slain in their sleep and found dismembered.
This tragedy struck a cord of fear throughout the village, because although it was whispered and widely believed that the man who fled the village was responsible for the murders, no one had any solid proof.
Kali was angry and terrified at himself, angry for committing the acts and disgusted that he found a euphoric pleasure in them. All the gossippers were dead though, his little girl would be able to walk amongst mankind without fear. Or at least, that was his original motive... Kali was conflicted though as he walked through the forest towards the grove where Ninia resided. "She can visit the village now, I have put an end to the slanderers... "
Wide-eyed was the elvish girl's face though, as she faced her lover. "W-What hast thou done?! Thou canst not killest thy people! I canno-..." Her panicking outburst in worry over her own safety and the sanctity of her child was interrupted by an almost claw-like hand that wrapped itself 'round her neck and squeezed coldly.
"... Silence, you tree-hugging wretch!" He roared angrily in her face, shaking its stalk as the necrosis spread. "I did it for you! You! How dare you chide me?! How dare you?!" Whether-or-not he expected a response, the suffocating woman had no means of responding to him. "I see the truth, you elves are no different! Ungrateful woman!" This was wrong and he knew it, it was wrong and he liked it. Whatever part of him was horrified at the act was quickly losing any dominance over his body and mind. The inky tendrils creeping from his murderous arm burnt away corrosively at the poor girl's neck and maimed the bundle of cloth and crying clutched protectively in her arms.
Death, he was inflicting death upon someone he loved and enjoying it, her helplessness was enjoyable to him. Somewhere within Kali's quickly deteriorating mind, that last bit of sanity was screaming in terror, but the expression had no power of overcoming the twisted smile painted all over his face. The tendrils started to recede as the light faded from the girl's eyes. Then there was a bang, as a matchlock gun went off. Blood splattered across a tree as the bullet punctured his chest. "Gah... You..." Dropping the corpse and its child to the ground, Kali turned and fled.
An elderly man with a smoking metal stick and long, snowy white hair tied back in a tight braid rushed with all his might through the grove...