If I were a...

Prologue

"WHA- calm down---"

"K-king Plua! S-she, the—uuh, the ceremon- tsk.---- uuh"

"SAY IT!"

"Erm---"

"Wallace and Mato will hold the ceremony at our kingdom next." The slave interrupted.

The rumors are true, King Plua is as clear as a plastic sheet, emotions can be easily seen. It may be distress, confusion, fear, or even guilt.

But this time, he feels, fear.

"What did you say?"

"I'm so sorry your maje—" "No! King Plua, I am deeply sorry for the inappropriate behavior of my nosy slave, I must punish her after this. But coming back, King Plu—" Greto interrupted with his interrupted response to his slave's act.

"Don't you dare stutter a ridiculous news! Guards, punish them for lying directly at my face, tsk! Bastar—"

*doors open*

"King Plua!" Inda shouted as she entered.

"What?!!"

"Your majesty, please, believe us! Every Gran in this kingdom is afraid of the upcoming event that the couple are going to hold in our kingdom, king Plua."

"Do you want to be behind bars with Greto and his slave at the Minda?!"

"N-no your majest—"

"Then tell me the truth!!" he took a deep breath before continuing, his gaze leaning upon Inda.

"What is happening?"

"Lady Wallace and her wife Mato is going to hold the bloodbath, or as Grans like to call it, doutikretye. Your majesty, our Gran times have ende—"

"Arrest her! GUARDS! ARREST HER!!" was his immediate response to Inda who for him, is a liar.

As Inda was being held unwillingly by the diligent guards, King plua, who's face is as white as snow changed into scarlet red , is attempting to tame himself with the flying rumors that doutikyetre will be held at his kingdom, Grandamon.

Evening was arriving, arriving as fast as a cheetah running for his hunger in exchange of an animal's life that daunts Grans, Grandamon's citizens, to their full extent. Doutikyetre was the one that replaced the word bloodbath to not scare people. Parents help their kids to sleep by scaring them with doutikyetre, but parents are now scared with the fact that their children are scared because it really will happen, in real life.

Prophecies says that every kingdom will face this infamous, unjust event to punish humans for being created. Because, to Gods – Zuli, Spon, and Frah, to name a few—humans are mistakes, mistakes that their sister Spon created.

Books, tongues, and minds of humans of any age knows doutikyetre was and still is the worst punishment the Gods has ever given to the humans.

Because, this is all about killing. That's why it is also called a bloody bloodbath.

Every person Wallace and Mato, the couple of the underworld, encounters or feels the presence of, killed.

Every child, every baby, every elder was killed just by the couple's smell, touch, and gaze.

Every piece, every organ, every limb, the skin covering the human's body will be gone and will be replaced with blood, blood that makes the couple and the underworld happy.

Every soul, every promise, every dream, every aspiration, everything.

Everything will be gone.