In an alternate universe of Renaissance Europe, people have started experimenting with magic. People with the ability to summon spirits have emerged. The White Order, summoners of light spirits, are led by Mistress Regina, who seeks to destroy dark spirits and their summoners.

Mistress Regina stood in the chapel, staring at the stained glass window. An image of the North Star, the emblem of the light spirits, was depicted. The dark-haired woman sighed, thinking of that earlier afternoon.

Nobody was purer than her in all mortals. She was better than all the rest.

Yet, she could not forget the teenager, dressed in men's clothes. Her eyes had been scorching. But the dark symbols on her wrists revealed what she was, as well as the dark-haired man she had been holding the hand of.

She and her demon had escaped the guards, but they couldn't hide forever. The city was Regina's.

She could see her, the sun caught in her golden hair. Regina could still feel the kiss she had placed on her knuckles. Desire had inflamed in her, hot in her skin. It was...

Leading her to sin!

She could hear the judges of the afterlife.

But it wasn't her fault- it was the fault of the witch, who had lit the flames! The Creator had made the Devil stronger than a woman.

Regina prayed for protection from the dark summoner, praying that her desire did not sear her. "Destroy Persephone. Let her burn in Hell."

Or else let her be hers and hers alone.

"Mistress Regina?"

She turned to see Cadet Perilune. The young woman looked hesitant. "The dark summoner has escaped."

"What?"

"She's nowhere in the city. She's...gone."

That was impossible. Regina had guards posted at almost every entrance to the city. "How?" She heard herself whisper. Fury built in her. "Never mind. Get out, you idiot!" She barely heard Perilune quickly leaving. "I'll find her."

Even if she had to burn all of the country down.

-_-

Perilune crept through the city. The brunette slipped into an abandoned church, knocking on the door. "I'm back."

A door opened, revealing Persephone. Her spirit, Nyx, was in the form of a dark mist. They had spread themselves across their summoner's hair like a dark net. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. C'mon."

The two snuck out of the old church. Perilune led Persephone to a gate. When it opened, a forest path was revealed. A horse was next to the gate. "Follow the path."

The blonde fifteen-year-old smiled. "May I thank you now?"

Perilune smiled. "No need."

Persephone pulled herself onto the horse. The cadet's smile faded when the horse took off.

"May the Light have mercy on us."