The Line of Crimson

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It had been such a happy day...

The kindgom square was full of laughter and joy, smells of sweet pasteries and cooked meats filled the air. Everything was adorned in a beautiful fashion, banners of purple and gold were hanging from the pillars, and the streets were completely engulfed in a wave of people talking and laughing with joy. A roar of applause was heard as the king entered on his pure white steed, followed directly by a loud ''Slash' and then another and yet another until the street was turned into a pool of blood and various organs. A figure, clad from head to toe in poison black armor, raised his bloodied sword once more. He paused and stared at the dumbstruck crowd,

''Long live the kindgom of Corinth.''

He slashed the blade across the king's neck.

And everything was quiet..

Oh so quiet.. 

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