The story of Fractured takes place in a world of technologically advanced humans and a wolf like people with powers of blood, shadow and Lunar called Lupi. The story follows the character of Agnello and his pack who go on a journey of revenge after...
The day before the Jamaica conflict in the blood pack controlled area of the United European Kingdoms...
The once beautiful green landscapes filled with dazzling futuristic castle structures had now become a bloodily burning landscape filled with chaos and war. Castles reduced to nothing but nanite pieces and forests and landscapes turned to ash or drenched with blood and bodies.
Russian infantry was mixed among the bodies of knights and catapults. All had succumbed to their might, their careless need for a thrill, their lust for chaos and blood, their ever lasting buffet of destruction, the Blood Pack.
Despite the disgusting setting their wasn't the expected tears and sorrow that such a sight would bring. Instead their was laughs and cheers of delight. Feasts amongst the bodies of who will be recorded as the losers amongst the history books. Their corpses serving as nothing but sustenance for their enemy.
One caste structure remained somewhat standing in which most the blood Lupi had chosen make their point of feast and relaxation. Some Lupi enjoyed the blood the around them banging the decapitated heads of humans like glasses as they absorbed their blood into their veins. Others took as a chance to be lazy and nap and others slept with each other in an entirely different manner.
However their reckless ways all came to an end when one man made his approach to the steps of the castle and ascended. Behind him others that clearly stood out amongst the rest. Ones clearly chosen by him to stand by his side while the others were left to roam. However they seemed just as reckless as those around them just far more skilled. Monsters amongst monsters.
The man that walked in front that had caused such silence as he through open the castle doors without even having open his hands had hair like flames with the colour of blood red. His eyes burned bright red blessing into the markings under his eyes. He wore a open tattered top allowing his rock hard body to show. His tattoos burned bright making sure everyone knew his presence as he walked through the hall and sunk into the throne which he had now claimed.
A throne ruled by a Lupi with no crown but was already known as a king. A Alpha of chaos and blood. One of the three Originals that existed long before. The Blood King, Nergal.
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His followers posted themselves carelessly in numerous spots around the hall. While Nergal sat with a almost sickly face. With a wave of his hand a powerful gust of wind sent the doors slamming shut and with that came with a sigh of relief. "Thank fuck I thought I was going to throw up. You lot really satisfied after eating that shit?"
Man with shaved sides and flaming red hair came to respond to the king as spun a chain that wrapped around his arm. "Hey, food is food. We take what we get."
A women across the room with an alluring figure draped in red cloth and red locks that wrapped round and rested between her breasts took the time to respond as she swirled a wine glass filled with red. "Speak for yourself Zerk. Some of us actually have some taste unlike yourself."
