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Prologue
30/9/1888
It is the age of her majesty, Alexandrina Victoria, an age of change within the United Kingdom but above all an age of power and paradox.
However between the drastic change of the United Kingdom lies a mystery which to this day remains unsolved.That being the mystery of a deadly shadow haunting Londons district of Whitechapel.Having struck twice before, it was the only place in the Kingdom not ruled by her majesty.In her stead, it was fear that ruled the residents.
It is another night that has turned against the folk of Whitechapel, the moon radiating little to no ray of light turning the streets into one dark corridor.One where at this very night, it is him who has gone onto the hunt again.
He who rules over this accursed land of fear caused by his own hand.
At Dutsfield Yard, he has struck once more, and just like his other prey it is a sole woman, though this time everything will be different as the sound of hooves and rolling wooden wheels break the silence of this damned night until not much later a horse gave out.
"NEEEIIGGHHH"
Refusing to go on with all it's might the horse carrying the card behind and it's owner halted their movements.
Thinking something might be in the way, it's owner took hold of his whip and probed himself forward with, until he successfully came into contact with what he thinks is the body of a drunkard.
Cursing the darkness and leaving behind his horse he made his way towards the closeby Working Men's Educational Club to get help in rousing the body.
Welcome by a young polish man and a russian they made their way back towards the body together until the polish mans foot ceased to move further as soon as realizing he seemed to have walked into a puddle of sorts.
Frozen in fear the russian took out a a match and struck it....leaving all 3 mans heart frozen in fear upon their sight.
A woman in her middle-ages murdered, the same method as before.Her throat slashed leaving a puddle of blood.
Though one can tell, her body suffered no mutilations, for the horse owner a clear sign.
The russian made his way from the scene as fast as he could towards the nearest police station leaving behind two man still in shock about their finding.
Mumbling in a trembling voice the polish named the one responsible as there is only one capable of this atrocious act.
"I-I-It must have been.....Jack the Ripper!!"
As he fell onto his bum, from the distance a shadow, darker than the night itself emerged hiding camouflaging itself.
The moon began to radiate it's light finally again shining upon the figure.
Long waving hair, a slender body figure holding a bloodied dagger in its hands glaring at it with an icecold expression and eyes containing nothingness.
30/9/1888
It is the age of her majesty, Alexandrina Victoria, an age of change within the United Kingdom but above all an age of power and paradox.
However between the drastic change of the United Kingdom lies a mystery which to this day remains unsolved.That being the mystery of a deadly shadow haunting Londons district of Whitechapel.Having struck twice before, it was the only place in the Kingdom not ruled by her majesty.In her stead, it was fear that ruled the residents.
It is another night that has turned against the folk of Whitechapel, the moon radiating little to no ray of light turning the streets into one dark corridor.One where at this very night, it is him who has gone onto the hunt again.
He who rules over this accursed land of fear caused by his own hand.
At Dutsfield Yard, he has struck once more, and just like his other prey it is a sole woman, though this time everything will be different as the sound of hooves and rolling wooden wheels break the silence of this damned night until not much later a horse gave out.
"NEEEIIGGHHH"
Refusing to go on with all it's might the horse carrying the card behind and it's owner halted their movements.
Thinking something might be in the way, it's owner took hold of his whip and probed himself forward with, until he successfully came into contact with what he thinks is the body of a drunkard.
Cursing the darkness and leaving behind his horse he made his way towards the closeby Working Men's Educational Club to get help in rousing the body.
Welcome by a young polish man and a russian they made their way back towards the body together until the polish mans foot ceased to move further as soon as realizing he seemed to have walked into a puddle of sorts.
Frozen in fear the russian took out a a match and struck it....leaving all 3 mans heart frozen in fear upon their sight.
A woman in her middle-ages murdered, the same method as before.Her throat slashed leaving a puddle of blood.
Though one can tell, her body suffered no mutilations, for the horse owner a clear sign.
He was near.He got disturbed.
The russian made his way from the scene as fast as he could towards the nearest police station leaving behind two man still in shock about their finding.
Mumbling in a trembling voice the polish named the one responsible as there is only one capable of this atrocious act.
"I-I-It must have been.....Jack the Ripper!!"
As he fell onto his bum, from the distance a shadow, darker than the night itself emerged hiding camouflaging itself.
The moon began to radiate it's light finally again shining upon the figure.
Long waving hair, a slender body figure holding a bloodied dagger in its hands glaring at it with an icecold expression and eyes containing nothingness.
2 Months later....
It is a heated discussion between 2 man.
???: W-W-What are you suggesting there Abberline that is ridiculous!!
Abberline: Thomas....you thought me everything I know.That is why I am merely using your line of Logic.
Thomas: I know...but to suggest this it's....it simply cannot be true.
Deep in thought Abberline was trying to look for a way to put his suggestion at best, but to no avail he said to his Mentor with confidence.
Abberline: I am sure....
The present day.
Waking up to the daily fighting of his parents, a teenage boy with more problems than one could think of is getting ready for his daily torture of school....not knowing that today will mark the beginning of his new life as he will resurrect the Legend of the Shadow that haunted Whitechapel.It is a heated discussion between 2 man.
???: W-W-What are you suggesting there Abberline that is ridiculous!!
Abberline: Thomas....you thought me everything I know.That is why I am merely using your line of Logic.
Thomas: I know...but to suggest this it's....it simply cannot be true.
Deep in thought Abberline was trying to look for a way to put his suggestion at best, but to no avail he said to his Mentor with confidence.
Abberline: I am sure....
Jack the Ripper....is female thus from now on I will refer to the Killer as Jill the Ripper.
The present day.
Coming soon:
The mystery of the Whitechapel murders will be born anew as the shadow will rise once against revealing the truth of the sinister and demonic play that was involved in 1888.A fated meeting with Jack/Jill awaits him but just who is the actual killer?
Find out in the chapter of DDwD:
"My name is..."