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The Prince of the Ombrae

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

Dragoslawa · Fantasía
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Live in the dark

The people of the Ombrae had lived in fear of being spotted by the Gods for a long time and this era reached its end. Nobody would fear the Gods anymore. The screams of overjoy and the moanings of pleasure echoing in the sky that night were the absolute proof that people became free in mind, body, and soul. 

As the night ended, Jäwell came back to the castle full of determination. The feeling of being a conqueror, to be unstoppable, was pushing him in every step he made. He contemplated the marks of biting on his arms like trophies after a terrible battle. His male side was proud of his prowess and he was thinking of what happened in the bedroom with a depraved smile. Jäwell was walking at a fast pace, his glare turned to the golden city in the sky all along with a challenging look. While attaching his hair around his hairpin elegantly, he walked and used the shadows to smoothen his clothes.