Crimson Throne

Prologue

It was nighttime. Drunk men went into bars, children went home to rest, and parents would always lock their door with a steel bar. That was the tradition, traced back so long that no one could remember why. Most of the young couples who lived in the town scoffed at the silly rule. They always said, "Why should we? There's no harm?" But the older couples knew far better. *Flash back begins*

 60 years ago, a young man named Johnathon questioned the rule. He didn't put the steel bar on. The next day, Johnathon was found dead, with two small holes in his neck. His face was pale, and his hands reached out as if begging for mercy. The strangest part was that no one asked about his disappearance. They town mourned, and buried his body, but no questions were asked. The next day, a strange man appeared. He had pale white skin, silverish eyes, and ruby red lips. He claimed he was asking about the disappearance, but the next day he vanished into thin air. 

*Flash back ends*

In a little crook of the town, there was a sweet little flower shop. Pretty, scented and quiet. A little old woman owned the shop. Her grandson was the mayor of this little town. The mayor was quite a cocky man. He boasted about "his feats" and got himself drunk every night. Comparing the mayor and the little old woman, you would've though they weren't even related. The mayor had twins. A girl and a boy. The girl's name was Luna; the boy's name was Leo. They were inseparable. Every day they found ways to get their selves into mischief. However, on this very night they were extremely quiet. Too quiet. It was like they something no one else knew was going to happen. The next day, the mayor was found dead along with a friendly old bartender. They both had similar injuries as Johnathon, but two things were different this time. The mayor's wrist was covered in strange black and red markings, and that the night they were both killed, was a crimson moon.