Blood Roses

Prologue: The Vestibule

In a universe of light and dark where perception is reality

Three Witches were standing together side by side as they saw angels coming their way. They stood in a fighting stand getting ready for them to attack.

Long since erased from the records of time. There once existed two European clans who served as overseers of history for powers that be: The Umbra Witches, dwellers of the darkness and the Lumen Sages , controllers of light. The clans paid each other great respect and their efforts would maintain the balance between them defended the just passage of time. Yet one day, that balance was toppled.

The witches kept fighting the angels, slaughtering like they are nothing. This was never supposed to happen. This was supposed to be the day that the Umbra would get their new heir but angels interrupted this. They always do.

The three witches then unfortunately got separated as the tower they stood on fell down breaking in million pieces.

The once harmonious clans fell in disagreement and stoked the flames of hatred against each other, resulting in an era of strife. The conflict between the Umbra and the Lumen threw all of Europe in a chaotic loop of battle, ambush, assassination, and casualty. It was truly a gruesome war.

Despite the tremendous radiance of God shining upon them, the Lumen Sages were gradually weakened by the assault of the secretive dark witches. Years after the balance was lost, the war had ended in the witches's favor.

As one of the three witches was slaughtering angels, from afar she saw her friends doing the same thing. But she couldn't look, she had to focus on what was going on on this very moment. Her life could be on the line. And it sure was. While she was at it, she jumped reuniting with her friend to fight together once more.

Their victory was short-lived. Fearing the witches' dark abilities, humans began to condemn the remaining Umbra. They launched the Witch Hunts, rounding up the wounding up the remaining witches and subjugating those who wished to continue to struggle. Human faith in the miracles of their God pushed the Witch Hunts further, and soon the Umbra Witches, keepers of the darkness were extinguished from the Earth. All but two.

When an angel blew up the witches their support to stand and were falling, one said:

"Jeanne! Elize!"

Said Witches answered both with: " We're okay!" The three got to each other and got ready for impact. "Let's go! Just stay close to me!" Their friend said.

-present day-

It was raining, a man and a woman were standing with the so called funeral of Eggman. The nun was praying for his soul while the other woman was being quiet.

"It looks like Humpty Dumpty has taken his last fall. Even old Eggman the Destroyer gets fumbled in the end right?" The man called Enzo said as he looked at the two women.

"You know, i still don't get why the hell you drag me out here for these things. I just drop of the merchandise." He added, the women still not answering him.

"Hey, bet you can't tell what day today is." Enzo said again. The nun was just calmly reading the bible.

"Readin' the good Lord's book ain't gonna do much. People have been waiting for this asshole to be wacked for ages!" Enzo said spitting as Eggman his coffin. Eggman was not a pleasant guy. No one liked him.

The other woman grew a little annoyed by his talking. She truly is wondering why her friend keeps dragging him around at this funeral. This dude can die.

'But i take a guess that is what it makes it so much more fun' the woman thought still being silent.

"Hell, look around. There is no love last for Humpty Dumpty. But you gotta keep the outfit happy. We don't take care of him, they take care of us. And i prefer my shoes to be made out of rubber that concrete" Enzo said. As you can see, he wasn't fond of Eggman either. Hence why he called him 'Humpty Dumpty'.