Bloody Symphony: The Devil's Pact [ENGL version]

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In a world shrouded in darkness and mystery, the Kingdom of Nycteria stands proud and majestic. The walls of this kingdom stand mighty, protected by powerful and immortal figures; the noise of battles does not affect them, and the patrons, despite their eloquent beauty, are warned of the danger that such a dwelling conceals. The air is charged with an unusual scent, reminiscent of a rare and mysterious incense; the streets are narrow but lined by majestic buildings with domes of bronze, whose windows remain impenetrable, scrutinizing the will of its invaders. Silence reigns here imperious, interrupted only by the rustle of the dark robes of the children of the night, whose educated chatter resounds along the long line of their scales. The kingdom's towering buildings are surrounded by thorny shrub forests that block the path of the wretches who dare to venture beyond the threshold of its domain. Inside, the elegance of this world shines through every corner and in every dark nembo. The climate always seems cold, but only on the surface, since the warmth of their bodies is enough to warm the surrounding atmosphere. The royal palace is the heart of the kingdom, exuding the deadly charm of a bygone era, with frescoed ceilings, glittering crystal chandeliers and furniture inlaid in the finest wood. The throne room is the focal point of the power, with its panoply of marble seats, the macabre pedestal of the axe and the skulls, symbol of the strength that sustains the kingdom. The dungeons of the kingdom are populated by drakul of all kinds and species, fascinating and deadly, bearing with them stories of splendor and tragedy. The dances and bloody orgies follow one another, accompanied by the sound of a mysterious orchestra, composed of decadent musicians who accompany the sensual voice of the most beautiful vampires. All women, in fact, are surprisingly beautiful, with elegant dresses and long dark hair, as well as men, with sharp features, adorned with embroidery and silver. Their pace is swift and silent, and their sharp weapons of their inexcusable natures.

But far from being an opening to the delights of life, this vampire kingdom is instead a ruthless world with bloody borders, in which the weak and imprudent are drained of their blood and then forgotten, as well as when the river flows indifferent to their bodies now immortal and lifeless. But the traditions that sustain royal power are respected; the repute of the vampire race remains unchanged, and the kingdom, with its icy elegance and its unsettling charm, continues its existence between life and death.

In the heart of the kingdom lies a spacious commercial area, pulsating with life and incessant merchant activity. Here stands out a peculiar neighborhood, which differs from the rest of the city by its more humble and less affluent air. This place is known to be the home of the less wealthy, but not less respectable drakul. The streets of the neighborhood are dusty and lively, glittering with the yellowish lights of lamps: here a continuous voicing and a constant buzz resounds, symbolizing the lively and enterprising spirit of the inhabitants living in the immortal kingdom. The discovery of wonderful delicacies and rare delicacies is inevitable in this area, where confusion and commercial chaos take on a cheerful and lively character. You can find shops of all kinds, from craft workshops to bakeries, from local markets to spice shops and antique books, from workshops to homes. No place in the world can boast a more vibrant and exciting trading experience. Here every purchase is an adventure and every shopkeeper has a story to tell. Vampires, with their melancholic elegance, add to the landscape a unique charm, evocative of their experiences and their art. In summary, the commercial district of the kingdom that hosts the less wealthy vampires, is a magical and lively place, where the mercantile confusion and modesty have made the neighborhood humble, but charming, incomparable and welcoming.

The public place where Viktor was located on the outskirts of the city, away from the areas frequented by aristocrats. The place in question was called "La Bottega del Sânge" and was run by a family of free-spirited brewers: a typical pub with rustic style, exposed brick walls, dark wooden tables and soft lighting. A large solid wood counter dominates the room, where several pumps are located for beer flowing bubbly in glass pints. The customers seem fond of the place, some are sitting at tables to chat among themselves, others at the counter busy commenting on the events of the neighborhood. In the club you can hear cheerful laughter and someone was already manipulated by alcohol. Viktor, on the other hand, is sitting in a secluded corner, covered by the hood of his tunic to be unrecognized. Serious and thoughtful, he brings his mouth closer to the pint of beer, illuminated by the muffled lights of the room. He looks out from the corner of his eye at the small groups of humble people who are chatting, but tries not to draw too much attention to himself. The beer is strong, crystal clear and icy, its bitter taste full of citrus notes. Viktor carefully enjoys each sip, appreciating the delicacy of the flavors while he sucks in the hops aroma. The sound of voices and live music echoing through the walls, give the nobleman a sense of peace and tranquility, without the worry of having to present or make a good impression. The restaurant is the perfect place for a nobleman who wants to enjoy his life without worries, immersed in that quiet and animated dimension at the same time. Viktor does not hide his pleasure to drink in this relaxing and fun environment, as do other customers, but with the certainty that no one really knows his identity.