Kingdom of All

Blood and War I

The land of putrid stench of death and evil ravished this ungiven land. Bodies upon bodies piled among each other. The wind lightly blows against the sand and, the small particles dance around in the air. Sun hovering over the sky, beaming against the town of the undead.

"Fear the blood."

"Toxic fiend of the holy hell."

"Yeswa, bring us purpose."

Another pandemic or some would say epidemic, another the end of Gione's kingdom. Whatever one may call it, hit the country of Gione hard. Just over the course of two months. Eleven to twelve percent of the population 1,380,000 people died. And the morality rate went down by thirty percent, going down further day by day.

The people were outside their homes, burying the dead or robbing the dead, things happened on the street that cannot be told. Would be hard to describe it. Bodies piling up making it seem like mountains of decayed flesh, the bird and human-like eating this diseased flesh. Spreading the toxicity upon themselves as the higher up enjoy themselves in the safety of their homes.

Inside the throne room, a young lord with tan skin and yellow short hair with piercing silver eyes. Wearing his finest robes, barking out orders to his troops. Fingers dressed in the finest gems, dawning to those who can see his beauty and powers of his status.

"Send a letter out to Ife of Khonsu! And if not! You will face the wrath of Lord of Sanglier!" he ushered out in a threatening tone.

The envoy bows their head and quickly leaves without skipping a beat. As their lives were on the line. Sitting back on his golden throne. And sighed. Everything was perfect. As the day slowly turned into night, the ruler went to visit a special guest in his humble palace. Standing in front of a large wooden door, three knocks before a smooth voice told him to come in. The ruler quickly looks around and slips in quietly. Pulling his robes close to his body. Swallowing the lump that was stuck in his throat. All that arrogance was slowly losing its effects on himself. That voice made him feel some type of way. In a good way. Hard to describe it. Stood at the end of a large bed, looking straight ahead. His hand was clutching his robes even more. Quickly got on one knee and bows his head. Unaware of eyes in the room, in the ceiling. Mocking him a little.

"I'm sorry for my lateness... My liege of Sanglier."

"Oh, it's quite oh, right? You did well. So, you deserve a reward."

Shuffling on the bed and the ruler turns his head down to the ground. Looked at the ground, as the person on the bed was sitting up. Orange hair flowed down on the bed like two hair was sticking up like horns. His handsome face showed that his chin was pierced and including his nose. Skin like chocolate, those dark yet seductive eyes stared at his prize. One was black as darkness and the other was red like blood. But those eyes may be seductive and dark but there was a glint in their eyes. A sinister look to them. Ready to burn and destroyed anything that set the line of sight. Got out of bed and stretched and walked toward the ruler. Naked. His muscle twitch as he moved. The heat was coming from his skin, slight smoke as well. Their right arm was pitch black with a light orange glow that remind people of veins, glowing in the dark room. As steam was coming off it even more as he spoke with a suggestive tone.

"Well? You did ask for a taste of it awhile ago, that is your reward."

The ruler eagerly looks up with wide eyes and stares with awe and lust. The other male snickered. This was funny to him, not like the other ruler would know the difference. To him, this man wanted him! And not those two whores! One day! He will find a way to get rid of them! The orange-haired male look up at the ceiling and motioned for them to leave. Three pairs of eyes in the shadow nodded, there was a draft in the room. The ruler didn't care nor was he paying attention.