ANTARES FELT LIGHTEN UP.

Every one were simping over fucking Alastor as if he was legacy of Eros. Then again his Goddess called the brat Eros.
He could hear some girls from Gryffindor
teasing each other and Daphne talking to Theodore, if those two were not anguing the they were sickeningly sweet.

Thanatos with his aura of death which was quiet egocentric since he was literally death himself. His eyes narrows between the Prince and the Fallen Star. His voice rings around the hall. "I will bring two guest will be here." Squeals and giggles were heard everywhere. Thanatos felt like he need to resign of his job. "Meanwhile you all can rest for a while, talk, drink, eat and die."

Thanatos raised his hand, and a wave
of death washed over the hall, silencing
the noise and leaving only the sound of
his voice and the sound of his own brea- thing. "Be on your best behavior, mortals. But I douby some of you will even listen to me, speciall the the next generation who tend to defy more than they should." His tone was cold. Some notices that they were being too brazen, he was Death for Merlin's sake. A God that pick up their filthy soul.

"I am pretty sure that he is talking about our future children, don't you think Theo?"
Zabini Blaise has his hands on his hips, his eyes blinking innocently.

"I am pretty sure that he was talking about us, but I do hope that the next generation, after us are more lucky. I also hope that you do not reproduce along with Draconian." A wise boy name Theodore says with utter amusement.

"You needs to stop insulting me, Theodore." Draco rolls his blue-grey eyes with full and utter annoyance. "My uncle will hear about this." He adds while sticking out his tongue shamelessly. His brightening blonde silver hair was shorter than ussual as he had cut it days ago.

"I thougt it was 'my father will hear about this!' seriously? Changing name already?" Daphne almost rolls her eyes at Draco's non-stop nonsense. "Give us a break from non existen humor." Draco gasps, his eyes widens with feeling of betrayal running through his veins. "Oh you witch!"

"Antares is glaring at us as if he want to slit our throat. Should we be scared?" Delphina raises an eyebrow. "He looks really serious and something tell me that we soon will be under the crucius curse for more than others." She adds nervously.

"How about one of us get on our knees in front of Coventina and beg for her to calm him down or something?" Suggests a wise Aelora. "Do you really think that it will work?" Blaise rolles his eyes.

"It have thirty seven percent of having
her pity so I think that you should all probably kneels down raher than just
one, you know? In case." Anastacius tells them honestly, his eyes narrows toward Blaise.

In the back of the Star-Fire Court, the Heiress of the Potter was sitting next
to the silver haired. Her long dark hair
wasfree, a starshape pin in the middle
to block two locks of her hair. Her eyes were so pretty like the stars in the night
sky.

Her long square nails are a rich cherry red, the deep colour standing out against her pale hands. She's chosen acrylic for the natural, polished finish, making her nails stronger and more stylish. The tips have a small star design, a touch of whimsy that she finds charming.

A sign left her pale cherry lips, her green gray eyes that seem to reflec the whole universe were no fixed on the great hall's door that will soon open as she had know.

Soon enough the door of the hall slams,
two powerful figure walk in like two Gods entering their Realmd. One as hot as the sun and one as cold as ice, two Realms of two different element that could neither burn down the world or freeze it.

The one with the fire energy, hair like
the start of the morning, a soft sunshine appearing in a gloomy weather. His hair
was the colour of strawberry blonde, his eyes as blue as the ocean, an ocean blue eyes. A mischievous grin plasters on his
his face, he was the one and only Prince
of Hearts.

He is like the rays of the setting sun burning with a fierce energy that lights up the sky. He possesses a fiery spirit that can leave others in awe, as if he were a ball of fire that attracts all who come near. His words can captivate, even bring others to their knees, but they also hold the potential to break hearts. He is a force of nature, a creature of passion and power that few
can resist.

Behind him walk his shadow, the one with jewel eyes. He walks with a calm, steady pace, like the rolling waves of the ocean. His icy gaze mirrors the cold winds that blow in from the north. Behind him walks his shadow, dark and menacing, a very reminder of the power he holds.

He is like the frost that settles on the grass in the early morning, beautiful yet lethal.
His mere presence can freeze the blood
in one's veins, a testament to the force that hewields. He is the ice that cools the hearts of those who challenge him, a force to be reckoned with.

His grace is like the dew that settles on
the grass in the early morning, light and
ethereal. He moves with a sense of majesty, like the sea, vast and unfathomable. The
air around him is charged with an indescribable energy, both alluring and fearsome. He is the storm that sweeps in without warning, leaving destruction in
its wake, but also bringing a cleansing of the spirit. He is like the rain that refreshes the parched earth.

Both two reckoned force of nature walks gracefully, chins high and kneels in front
of the Phantom Prince.

As the two forces of nature bow their heads before the Phantom Prince, there is  a sense of awe and reverence in the air. His very presence is overwhelming, like the roar of a lion, commanding and regal. He is both terrifying and captivating, an enigma wrapped in mystery. His gaze is as cold as ice, yet there is a hint of amusement in his eyes. He is the embodiment of power, the master of his domain.

Glances were sent toward Antares who was sitting, his lock of hairs were covering his eyes a little, his breath slow and sure, even his predatory eyes could sense the glances he was getting and the only glance he care about, was Coventina's. "Do you wish for them to stand up?" He asks her, his eyes lightening up with curiousity.

With Antares' word, the two forces of nature rise, still bowing their heads before the Phantom Prince. Antares can feel the tension in the air, the unspoken threat that lurks behind the Phantom Prince. His gaze shifts to Coventina, observing her with a sense of curiosity and wonder.

There is a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips as if he knows something that the others do not. The air around him is charged with energy, a sense of power that radiates from within.

Coventina raises her head to the Phantom Prince, her expression composed and calm. "If it is your will, then so be it," she replies, her voice dripping with an underlying threat. Her predatory eyes meet Antares',
a silent understanding passing between them.

She is the force of nature that the Phantom Prince understands, the one that he cannot control. She is the wild spirit that cannot
be tamed, the force that will strike down any who try to hold her down. She is the embodiment of power, the true ruler of the wild.

"Introduction first," His voice carries powers, "Unless you want Death to snap
again." The mocking in his tone was not
unheard by the Lord of the Dead.

"Alastor Steel Prince." As he speaks, the
air around him seems to swirl with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric
of reality were bending to his will.

His voice drips with malice and power, a threat that could be felt more than heard. He is like a blazing sun, his light so intense that it can burn everything in its path. His very presence instills fear in the hearts of those who dare to cross him. He is Alastor Steel Prince, the bringer of light and ruin, the master of fire and devastation.

"Altair Steel Prince." The shadow speaks, the sound of his voice like shattered ice breaking underfoot.

His gaze is as cold as the frozen wastes, cutting through the warm air like a blade. His words carry weight, the power of the frozen north in his every syllable. He is a force of nature, the embodiment of the
cold and the snow. He is the winter that chills the very soul, the endless night that swallows all in its path. He is Altair Steel Prince, the frozen king, the master of ice and cold.

The Prince House, a house that was long forgotten among the Nobles house. Then the Steel house, a house that was know for its slyness and for being a rich old money family. Its prestige was still as big as the Slytherin's pride. The line was still on with those two as the Heirs and the Legacy goes on.

"Arise."

Alastor get off his knees, his right hand on his hips, mischieves drown in his blue eyes. His presence shatters most divines creature off the hooks. "I am hurt. I thought you love us." He tease his Lord.

"Quiet the teasing. And I never said that I love you. Nor do I feel such stupid emotion for you." Antares could feel the dangerous glare from Coventina so he didn't add more.

Altair's eyes flicker toward Draco who raise a brow in answer. His eyes was analysing Draco. From his endearing silver blonde hair to his toe. The former himself was smirking, a glint of mischief just like how Altair used to see in his brother's. Merlin, he regret allowing passes time together.

"Good to see that you are still merciful." He turns his attention to Antares. Antares is the star in the night sky, shining brightly with an inner light that cannot be dimmed. He is majestic and beautiful, his figure a symbol of hope and determination. His presence exudes an air of confidence and power, like a king holding court. He is the shining light in the darkness, the beacon that guides others to safety.

Antares remains silent, adding to the air
of mystery that surrounds him. Those who have met him are left confused, unsure
of what to make of him. Is he the cold, manipulative boy that they see on the surface or is he the Prince Charming that they believe him to be? His silence leaves room for interpretation, inviting others to fill in the blanks with their own ideas and assumptions. He is a puzzle to be solved, a riddle to be deciphered.

"Take your seats and enjoy your time till Death take your lives." Thanatos says, almost sarcastically. He was so done with those Prophecies, teenagers and Fates.

The audience waits with bated breath for the next scene to unfold, eager to see what new surprises and twists lay in store. The tension in the air is palpable, and no one dares to breathe too loudly. Like this, the screen turn white once again.

ETERNAL CURSE.