NOTE: So this different than what I normally write. It starts in the year 2025 and then with jump 150 years ahead to where Tris, Eric and the others will make their appearance. This is not Tris in the prologue, but rather an unfortunate descendant of hers.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Divergent, the book, the idea or characters. Also the characters appearing in this story resemble the characters from the movie or at least close to it with a few changes.

"Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist.
And a devil knelt over him and smiled."
- Laini Taylor

THE BEGINNING (THE BIRTH AND DEATH OF THE DAY)
CHunICAGO, ILLNOIS
JUNE 18, 2025

It was in the darkness of the heat smothered night that it came for her.

Creeping through the woods, rustling among the leaves, the laughter of the damned pierced through the silence that hung heavy above her. Loud, high-pitched in its gaiety, they hunted her, their thirst humming, gloating at the promise of her blood.

They and it lusted for her death.

She had run for months, searching for a way to escape the nightmares of torment, the visions of damnation that bled out, covering her dreams as the very world she knew collapsed in a ruin of madness around her.

Countries and states torn apart by war, the very foundation of society destroyed as families turned on one another until all that remained behind were burned ruins, the land soaked in the blood of the fallen.

She stood at the edge of the lake, her body slim and straight, refusing to acknowledge the rage that burned deep within her for what had been done and for all that had been lost. She refused to let it taint what she knew were to be her last moments.

She refused to give in to its hatred.

She had lost her family long before the madness. She had wept when she buried her lover, grieved as she was forced to send her only child away into the protection of strangers with an oath that they would ensure the child's survival.

She no longer feared death as she had been forced accept the one fact she had always denied.

Her blood was her curse.

Her family's legacy of the unknown gift descended through the female bloodline to carry the burden of the fates.

Her death would end this darkness and the next female descendant would be reborn into the light.

She had formed the circle near the lake, lighting the fires to surround her as she knelt in the center and waited knowing it would come.

It was older than the written word, the source, the embodiment of all evil. It punished and terrorized, feeding on fear and the darkness of hatred as its power grew.

Many civilizations had fallen to its thirst for power, for the wrath of its chosen god.

Itself.

It would awaken, it would seek the one, only to taste the tainted blood and it would start all over again.

She gripped the dagger her lover had gifted her, drawing the blade across her palm, bright red spilling forth, her blood covering the purple amulet she tightly held. Softly she began to the chant her mother had unknowingly taught her as child, pouring her power into the stone, sealing it with her blood before re-attached the amulet around her neck.

She smelt brimstone before the screams erupted in her mind, the madness of the visions, the promise of fire and death in its intensity, the force driving her to fall forward.

Gasping, she struggled, stumbling, pushing herself to her feet as it circled her, taking shape, forming as light flooded around her.

"You gave me a merry chase," Its form smiled at her, almost pleasantly. "Better than most."

She gasped, pain welling in her chest at the sight before her.

It had taken the face of her love. His voice, his scars, his beauty. But it was in his darkness of his eyes that she saw it lurking. Lifeless, cold, hungering for her blood, for her hatred.

She would not give it the satisfaction. She would not plead for her life or whimper for a quick end.

She would not break.

"All this effort, all the concern you have for a world that will be mine." He hummed lightly, circling her, his fingers teasing the strands of honey blonde hair. "All of it. All the sons and daughters of morning."

"Why do even need them? Are they your children? Its me want you. My blood." She held her bleeding palm, taunting him, offering it a taste. "All of the rest should matter not."

A sinister smile curved his lips as he reached out, sliding his fingers across her palm, pleased she did not shiver in fear at his touch.

He licked the blood from his fingers, unable to mask the disappointment flooding his features.

"Almost but not quite. I will find the one. I will drain each and every member of your family until I do." He hissed, anger sipping into its tone as she begin to laugh. "I will destroy her. Drain her light, her pureness. All for mine."

"My child is safe. You will not have him today."

The earth trembled, the fire of the circle leapt into the darkened sky as she reached out, wrapping her arms around him, anchoring him as she back into the lake, her amulet glowing lending her the strength she needed to hold him.

"With your own design, I bind you to me. I bind your evil." Her voice raised, defiant as the winds rose and howled. "No one can you harm until the blood of pure is spilled. Wind of the north, fire of the south, I bind thee. For the good of all. So mote it be."

Her lungs burned, her heart slowing, her mind filled with love as she thought of her lover and their, her blood mixed with the water as the amulet's light dimmed, trapping it.

And still she held on until she was no more.