The vial stood alone on the table. Almost filled with a liquid of strange color. Strange because it seemed to be containing the color of the moonlight that could not enter the room. On one side of the table stood a woman dressed like the night. Her rings occationally glistening. A man stood on the other side of the table. The darkness gulfed almost everything.
"You want me to what?"
"I want you to hide it," the man says solemnly, "No matter what, never let them find it."
She tilts her head.
"You do realize they are immortals, right? You, hiding the only way to kill them won't do them any favour."
"I know. But being alive can also be a torture."