In the House of Night, a perpetual darkness had reigned since before creation.
Not darkness from the absence of light, but absolute darkness that could linger on its own.
Once creation started, more and more creatures that had reached their natural—inevitable end began to emerge within this absolute darkness. Creatures with no name and no existence. Just another essence that made the absolute darkness feel a little bit fuller.
Nightborns.
Creatures that were a part of the absolute darkness and forever trapped within it.
Being trapped in such a twisted place where nothing started was a torture on its own, and the absolute darkness scared them all. Even a Nightborn was scared of other Nightborns. But with the endless stretch of suspended time, they began to get accustomed to living in this place.
In fact, they had adapted so much that they could even feel the others and the night.
At this point, the House of Night wasn't scary anymore.
Just their home world.
