

The Devonte bloodline has long been a dynasty of powerful and ruthless leaders. Ever since I was a child, I have dreamed of someday contributing to their greatness. However, there has recently been troubling news in the kingdom. In an attempt to usher in a a new age of peace, the new rulers decided to allow trade with charr societies in the east. Such filthy creatures. To this that these brutes have been given permission to pervert the tranquility of this kingdom is a violation to everything the old rulers held dear. I must do something.



I have been able to gather soldiers, rebels, outlaws, and even shamans to my aid in overthrowing our weak rulers. Infiltrating the castle and capturing hostages was surprisingly easier that expected. It is sad to see a once great monarchy brought to its knees so easily. The King and Queen put very little into the fight for their kingdom, choosing rather to beg to spare their and their children's lives. Eliminating these pathetic rulers was empty and frankly unsatisfying.



As for the children, we tortured them for days, inflicting whatever violent acts we wishes on them. All but one survived, Aglaeca. She was always a strong soul, and so caring too. She was quite young, with long golden locks and a love for the cows on the farms. A few shamans had an idea for her, and it was later reported to me that she was 'sent away'. They assured me she was a dead person.



28 years later



The kingdom is doing fine. Of course the people have had a hard time readjusting to the harsh and strict society of days long past, but they are improving. I have crushed every rebellion that has come against me and at least brought this place back from ashes.



There has recently been rumors of a stranger roaming the outskirts of the kingdom, slaughtering my men and displaying their corpses in the open areas. Some have said this stranger wields a sword made of pure evil and darkness. A darkness that corrupts and drives all mad. Body counts are rising every day, and all are branded by strange marks and black spikes.



There has been one man to survive this massacre, driven off the edge of madness. But he speaks only of one person. "Aglaeca! Aglaeca is coming for us all!"



That's...That's impossible.



