2 2 : 17 Years Later

Stygwyr wakes from his slumber in a frigthening manner, throwing everything within his reach around. His breath cycle no longer in his control, he began gasping for breath to rejuvenate his cells. The same dream had struck him countless times and he was beginning to feel like... it was familiar..

He calmed himself down and sat on the side of his bed. The inn was quite satisfactory to him, he did not even had to pay since the inn owner's head was already on his daughter's dead body in front of the entrance.

Stygwyr stands and his bizarre armor can be clearly seen on his body. Anyone who catches sight of him would have had immediately trembled in fear for that armor was no ordinary armor. It was the armor used by the hounds of The Flayed Twins, one of the Great Fallen Regents[1] The armor was crimson as blood, it was firstly dyed red but well, a lake of human blood surely can stain something.

Intricate runes can be seen inscribed on the armor, adding the final touch of viciousness.

"What in Xhacatocatl was that dream..." Growled the dissatisfied warrior. Rarely had he been perplexed over something. Since he became capable of remembering things, all that he knew was that he was a special creation born not out of a woman's womb. But, what was that dream? Why do the two people hold an uncanny familiarity in his....heart..?

"Wait, since when did i have a heart?" he inwardly sneered at himself. To him it was ridiculous since he was already unable to feel any emotion since The Flayed Twins first took control of his physical body to satisfy their lust for blood sacrifices. Stretching his muscular arms he went to grab his twin blades which symbolize The Flayed Twins.

"The Twins have had their fills." Turning his look to the blades they were dry, similar to the inn, contrary to the fact that it was bathed with the blood of every single human in the small village.

It was quite the strenuous task to collect the blood offerings.

The world that the recently awoken bloodseeker was a world where the strong ruled over the weak. To maintain its stability, the Homikin[2]brought forth the position of Regents who wielded astronomical power and authority over the world. However, how long can creatures with desires can hold the lust for power? Several centuries after its establishment, emerged the Fallen Regents.They are Regents who have fallen to their desires, succumbed to their inner demons and filled with negativity.

The thought flashed through the young hound's head. His master was one of the fallen, his desire for chaos, carnage and most importantly blood made him one of the antagonists of the Great Regent War. His master battled with the Righteous Regents, only to fall on his knees before them.

Be that as it may, The bloodthirsty regent had managed to escape with a blood clone just before a mighty regent-killing greatsword was about to descend upon him and now, he wrecks asunder with his followers, Stygwyr being one of them.

"Osth Voth Kae Lel Moka" Chanted fluently he did. Ancient language poured from his lips. Putting on his mask, another day of his life as the blood envoy continues.

[1] Regent : similar to ruler

[2]Homikin: A creature bearing similarities to a human, otherwise known as a humanoid creature