Twelve chimes ring from the grand clock tower on John Hardley's estate.
It's midnight, and with it comes Melania's thirteenth birthday.
«Well? Is nobody going to wish me a happy birthday? Turning thirteen is a big milestone for a succubus!» she grumbles, still curled up on the mysterious Raelor's lap.
But no one listens to her complaints.
Everyone has their eyes on the cloud-covered sky. To be honest, I don't even know why I'm looking up too, but since Raelor, John, and his two lackeys are doing it, I follow suit.
I figure Melania's father is supposed to come from the sky.
And sure enough, a few seconds later… FLASH!
A blinding violet light bursts above our heads, so intense I have to lower my gaze.
«That's it — now the real party starts,» John murmurs with an amused grin.
At the same moment, Raelor slowly stands up, completely unconcerned by the fact that Melania is still on him, and sends her rolling onto the grass.
