Red moon, desolate world

1000 years after the reign of man has come to an end, immortal being beautiful in their tyranny and violence have taken hold of the world. The eternal moon hangs high above the earthly plain and a new Lord is crowned.

Every 10 years a selection is held for the emperor to select a bride... But this year it is not lycidas who selects his bride, but the black wolf of the North, the mad dog to the mad king.

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The sound of trumpets is the only thing that stirs you from your slumber. The thundering of boot outside alerts you to what day it is.

the selection

There is no point fighting it, the soldiers would just drag you our regardless... So you get dressed, climb into the wagon with the rest of the sobbing humans as you are taken to the capital.

Glittering gold and elegant candles the likes of which you have never seen before grace the long corridors and halls. It it's a visual feast of opulence and indulgence... And at end of the grand throne room, sat on a throne of silver thorns, a show of pure arrogance for a creature of the night... Is him the mad king, the emperor of blood...lycidas, his name whispers death. Every selection has been the same for the 100 years he's reigned, a violent splendor of gore and heedless cruelty.