Crimson Blood

Crimson Blood

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He liked having control over others. He was brought up being taught how to lead. But there was something about the new 17 year old recruit that made his core shiver. Never in Park Flanera's 117 year life span did he ever feel this. Born in the house of high class commanders and brave warriors in the Kingdom, everyone had high Hope's and expectations for Jeon. Instead of showering their only son with the love and affection the child deserved, his parents taught him how yield weapons, taught him how to come up with stratergies to take over distant lands, they taught him how to manipulate people, they taught him how to assert his control over others, how to make others cower in fear. With the gates of the Vèdrènitus opening and dark crawlers gaining power and the tension in the kingdom rising. The end is near or is it? With ancient gods sealing the fate of the two oblivious men, will time really be enough? A story of love, hate and dark pasts with a pinch of fantasy.
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