1 Prologue

Sky was loosing its light and was lit with red and purple strips on the horizon. In the silence of the surrounding his voice reverberated far into the shadows.

...

Softly mincing

pounding into sand

treasured tiny feet

lovely crimson hand

low murmur remains

of what were shrieks and sobs

piled into shredded heap

those that once were robes

lonely shack that carried

sadness vast as sea

though for moments few

still got a little company

Running away, in front of me

you look you breath you stand

lonely you were like me so I

welcome you to my land

"hmm hmm"

Humming his favorite poem Sanguine gave his knives a final appraising glance.

Seemingly happy with his work his eyes shone bright in anticipation. Deep smile that was etched in his eyes and the corners of his mouth, deepened a few points more.

He gingerly put away his knives that were emitting a soft glow, in a plain gray leather box.

Light of the lamp was getting low but his most deadly collection of bloodthirsty knives and daggers which was bestowed with life after innumerable slaying, shone brightly with hues of reds and blues.

After tucking the leather box in the secret compartment in the wall behind his desk, he was ready to welcome his guests, he hadn't seen in a long while.