The year was 2088, the year it all ended. Our lives, our homes, our very planet was devastated in a cataclysmic event known as the Great Shattering. The only ones who lived to tell the tale were those saved by an enigmatic force known as the Conglomerate. They appeared from the shadows, their technology and power unmatched, rescuing the remnants of humanity from the brink of extinction. In gratitude, we serve them-mind, body, and soul.
Now, 200 years later, we still revere the Four Princes, the mysterious leaders of the Conglomerate. It is 2288, the 200th anniversary of the Great Shattering, and whispers of rebellion begin to stir. As the dark secrets of our saviors start to unravel, we must confront a chilling question: what did we truly sacrifice for our survival?
Pledge Of Faith
Hail the Conglomerate, for they are our saviors! We pledge our souls, our lives, and our afterlives to their divine will. For the Four Princes, we offer our unwavering devotion:
To the Prince of Prosperity, we surrender our wealth and labor for the betterment of mankind.
To the Prince of Dreams, we relinquish our desires and aspirations for the glory of mankind.
To the Prince of Tranquility, we sacrifice our voices and resolutions for the peace of mankind.
To the Prince of Safeguard, we offer our very lives and spirits for the protection of mankind.
Hail the Conglomerate! They delivered us from the abyss and continue to guide us back to the light that was torn from our grasp. Hail the Four Princes, the halos of purity, and most of all, hail the Conglomerate, our eternal guardians and masters!
EVIL BLOOD TRILOGY - BOOK l
"It's been a hundred years since the global blackout ravaged society as it was known. The origins are blurry, and evidence of what happened is scarce, so the rumors say. Nothing remains of what were once countries; evidence suggests that only states exist now. Some are still government-controlled. Others, like us, got rid of them.
Our society is non-existent; there's no unity, only division. The Grand Alliances hold the greatest privileges, and the rest of us are like a piece of shit, although it's not that bad. For me, it's actually fucking great. Those Grand Alliances constantly fight for each other's lands. But here? Even Satan himself wouldn't come. Until today, October 25, 2121. The worst day of my life, without a doubt. I was born in a remote shelter in the northeast, and my whole life I've lived on the outskirts, far from the Grand Alliances. But after this tragic day, I'll become a part of one, my dream come true.
Lastly, I guess I'll wish myself luck."