THE CURSE OF SCARLET MOONLIGHT

Under the bloody red and purple cosmic sky, a baby, mark with a curse who was meant to destroy its empire's nemesis and the enemy's bad omen born under the chaos. The kingdom that has been in peace and harmony for hundredths of years was now in terrible state. The empires of bloodsuckers, werewolves and humans were in a great battle to defend their territories. The clouds of arrows darken the sky as the battle begins, clanking of swords, a storm hissing of arrows, and the howls of gigantic wolves roaring thunderously in each streets and corners in the kingdom. The cries of men lingered in the air as the plague of monsters, ferocious beasts slaughtered and gave them a brutal deaths. They were snarling and squealing as the ground became greasy with gore. The battlefield is covered in blood, gore and amputated limbs. On the other side, a pair of deep crimson eyes hovering above the night space, coldly watching menacingly the invasion of his armed of bloodsuckers to the Curse Kingdom after the gruesome aftermath. Carrion birds feeding on the corpses, crawling with flies and the maggots started to feast the flesh. The stench gets awful and worsen minutes after minutes. The ground was burnished with entrails and a sickly odour rose up from it. The mysterious long haired man lowered down and walked across the clashing bodies that howled amidst a sea of scarlet liquid which drained from friend and foe alike. He was looking up at the mighty fortress. "Am going to get you....and make you mine."