The world adored them.

Veronica Xemir Jang and Xyntheia Varcide Schumacher were Hollywood’s golden couple; the actresses who ruled red carpets, box offices, and magazine covers. Veronica, tall and elegant, with sharp eyes that could silence a room, was known for her dark, brooding roles. Xyntheia, fiery and dazzling, lit up every screen she touched, often cast as the passionate heroine or the dangerous villainess. Together, they were the perfect love story, the power couple everyone envied.

And then there was their daughter.

Natassia Siena Jang. In the age of 17, she's already a teen model and the lead guitarist of a rising band, Emberline Reverie. Fans adored her and some said she inherited her mothers’ talents and beauty. Natassia had her mother Veronica’s intensity, her mother Xyntheia’s fire, and her own raw edge that made her stand out in a sea of celebrities’ kids.

To the world, they were glamorous. Perfect and untouchable but behind the velvet curtains and paparazzi flashes, the truth burned darker.

Veronica and Xyntheia weren’t just actresses. They were demons; Ancient, powerful, hiding in plain sight among humans. The silver screen was the perfect mask for people believed every illusion, every piece of magic, was just movie magic. No one asked questions.

Natassia knew the truth. She had grown up in a house where shadows whispered when her mother Veronica was angry, and flames curled in the air when Xyntheia laughed. Even lately… those things were happening around her too. Her reflection sometimes had eyes that glowed like embers. Sometimes her guitar strings hummed without her touching them, responding to something inside her she didn’t understand.

She wanted to believe she was normal. A girl with famous mothers, chasing music and modeling while balancing school and fame. But she wasn’t. Not really.

One night, after a long day of practice with her band, Natassia found her mothers in the kitchen, speaking in low, urgent voices.

“She’s changing, Veronica,” Xyntheia whispered, her fingers leaving faint scorch marks on the marble counter. “She’s too young,” Veronica replied sharply, her voice carrying that quiet authority that made shadows lean closer. “If her powers awaken now, the world will see her for what she is.” “The world already sees her,” Xyntheia shot back. “On billboards. On stages. On every magazine. Hiding her won’t stop what’s coming.”

Natassia stood frozen in the doorway, heart pounding. She wasn’t supposed to hear this. She wasn’t supposed to know that the fire in her chest and the shadows that followed her weren’t just her imagination.

That night, as she lay awake staring at her ceiling, the thought echoed in her head like a song she couldn’t shake,

"The world loves me. But if they ever saw what I really am… would they still?"