Midnight Childe I: Oryang's Last Childe
In the silence of forgotten ages, blood was not merely life—it was legacy. Passed from one vessel to the next, a secret lineage endured while empires rose and fell, leaving only whispers of a hunger older than gods.
By the 13th century, the tribe of Oryang lived in innocence at the foot of Mount Matutum. Their days were filled with laughter, their nights with worship and song—untouched by war, untouched by faith, untouched by fear.
But shadows need no armies. They need no gods. They only need to hunger.
When the first stranger stepped from the forest, his beauty disguised the abyss behind his crimson eyes. What followed was not a raid, nor a war, but a harvest. Children vanished. Blood soaked the earth. The laughter of the tribe was drowned beneath the screams of cattle turned human, prey turned feast.
And so, the peace of Oryang village ended in a single night—the night the ancient hunger chose them.