Son of war

On a blood soaked body of cursed land where camelia patterned spiders weaved intricate web like schemes that trace back to the times of great severing. Ancient plots, jealous engagements and immoral relations run rampant, effecting all cycles of karmic ties even down to the crystalline veins pulsating in the bizarre landscapes.

The same torso of land cruel entities gazed on and families pierced their own flesh and blood from the shadows for infernal gains.

A familial clan connection carved through time itself using the endless sacrifices of what cannot be taken, with eternal warfare as the blade and the bloodline itself as a cursed sedative, ït continues to watch over them, generation to generation.

Following a fateless young man and his strange assortment of companions. Exploring the depths of the warped, abstract nature of love and the more familiar features of the human condition. See if ties forged on the sacrifice of everything, conditioned through deceit and betrayals, bonds of innocent love warped into something dark, forbidden almost unrecognisable to its birth yet the cries of conception can still be remembered. Can it still survive something like a rose birthed in hell itself still yearning for its embers like petals to shed a light..

Was there any light beneath the never changing crimson sky, was there no hope for better, Could those who sin, sin and sin again ever truly step across into true reborn redemption?