Kingdom of Bloodlust

Chapter 1

Darkness. That was the only thing he could see as he hid under that rattle old blanket. He was waiting,,, waiting for anything, death, salvation, a light, but nothing for the last three days. The emptiness of his stomach ate at him, but there wasn't anything left in the pantry, just mold, and rats. He wondered if he was going to die here in the dark corner if anyone would even notice.

He jumped, clutching the old fabric around him, as a banging echoed the small room. The banging continued, shaking the room as he felt his heartbeat increase.

Vincent

A soft voice joined the banging calling out to him.

Vincent

Warm tears fell from his eyes as he shook, crying out he covered his ears.

"Stop, please stop."

VINCENT

"NO!"

"-ster Vincenzo!"

A young man jumped from his lush bed, gasping out, his eyes wet with tears. His white hair was sticking to his neck from sweat and his tunic in disarray from movement. Looking around for the first time, he noticed that his butler was sitting on his bed, staring at him with a concerned brow. His dark tunic was a stark comparison to the utterly white room around him. Every item in the room is void of color, with only the large skylights giving the room some form of color. The bed was filled with numerous pillows and silk sheets encompassing the pale young man as he tied to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Master Vincenzo, are you alright? You were shouting in your sleep."

"Yes, Talzo,  just a bad dream. Nothing to be concerned about."

Vincenzo sighed, wiping his forehead from sweat. Dreams like this were a common occurrence during the Hunith season when the desert was experiencing sandstorms and flash snow. He had hoped that with Elder's new sleeping potion, he would escape such dreams. However, they have proven to be persistent. As the years go on, it seems his past still wished to cling to him.

"If you are sure master. I have prepared your morning breakfast; I assume you wish to dine in bed today." Looking at Talzo beginnings of crows feet, he realized how long he had served him, nearly 20 years. For many years, he acted as his only companion, standing by him as he destroyed so many things to gain his future.  He became a parent figure, perhaps the only one that he remembers.

"No, today I must dine in the sitting room. Seline rang last night that she would be visiting." He sighed deeply, "Do prepare for the worse. We all know how the last time ended."

The last time Seline visited half the estate was burning, and a gigantic Frotic was jumping around. She said to was one of her more 'harmless' experiments. As a head scientific researcher for Ganith, he understood she had some exciting projects, but he had hoped it wasn't property damaging.

It was during one of the million 'charity' balls the royal family throws to make them seem down to earth, that he met Seline Vonte. She was leaning over a pond with her golden dress in tears. Vincenzo, at age 10, was trying to run away from the social interaction as quickly as possible and stumbled into a private garden outside the main ballroom. He was going to sit down on a log when he heard a girl yelling close to her. Begrudgingly he got up and searched for the voice, finding a girl half in a pond with strips of fabric around her.

"Come on, you Frotic, I know you like this fabric!"

"Excuse me?" He didn't think he saw her before in any of the other balls, but guessing from the dress, she was part of the wealthy families.