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And the Time will come
when Paths of Light are covered in Darkness
the Streets forlorn and desolate
every Human Heart is filled with Fear
and Hope has long since been forgotten.
And when the Bloodmoon rises
and a Pact is made
then the Forces will be reassigned
and Mankind meets its Fate.
Thou seest,
the Master of the longclawed Beasts
Thou seest,
the bloodspoiled Queen of Shadows
Thou seest,
the Lord of ghostly Faeryfolk
Thou seest,
the Dark Angel that fell from the Heavens.
when Paths of Light are covered in Darkness
the Streets forlorn and desolate
every Human Heart is filled with Fear
and Hope has long since been forgotten.
And when the Bloodmoon rises
and a Pact is made
then the Forces will be reassigned
and Mankind meets its Fate.
Thou seest,
the Master of the longclawed Beasts
Thou seest,
the bloodspoiled Queen of Shadows
Thou seest,
the Lord of ghostly Faeryfolk
Thou seest,
the Dark Angel that fell from the Heavens.
A story is forming in my head that is so heavily inspired by Castlevania: Lords of Shadow and Bloodborne it cannot be legal...
My mind is too susceptible to anything morbid and gothic-y...
Prologue:
My mind is too susceptible to anything morbid and gothic-y...
Prologue:
PrologueOnce there used to be balance in this world.
Beasts of night, hunting the weak and poor, those foolish enough to walk the paths absent of light. And couraged men, both guards of their kin and annihilators of abominations.
At times, the hunter became the hunted. At times, the prey became the predator.
A crude form of mutual coexistence. Or so it seemed.
Centuries ago, due to circumstances unknown, the numbers of forces threatening mankind rapidly increased, while the guards and hunters vanished. Almost overnight the long kept balance was shaken, darkness enveloped the world, and mankind was driven behind their fragile borders. Whole villages were overrun by ravenous creatures, those who didn't fall in an uneven battle fled to the cities. If they reached them, that is.
In those times of turmoil, many died, even more lost their home and wealth, and were forced to live in the now densely populated cities.
Each night, the people built walls of fire. Each night, the beasts tore them down.
Ma
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You have done well my fellow hunter