CXII

A loud cry reverberated in the air, fae fed on souls and energy. Vampires devoured living things, fairies multiplied in numbers to increase their army. Werewolves wrecked havoc in the kingdom.

King Cyprian lay dead in his own blood while the wendigos feed on his flesh.

The moon turned red taking the colour of the earth due to bloodshed. Verdes was set on fires as it burns and in it's ashes a new age began.

An age of the supernatural. An age where the supernatural King ruled the world. An age where humans are subjected to the supernatural.

Witches and sorcerers were hunted by an elite called the witch hunters others created a vampire hunt but to no avail as long as the demon King didn't consider you a threat.

In all this Michael stand as the almighty. His chariots of nightwalkers cheered him on as he conquered lands in a cloak of red. A simple clothing yet held so much meaning. In it contained the eyes of a lady. Eyes that breathe fire. A symbol of something he had lost.