Crimson Tear of the Moon

Prologue The Reaper of Innocence

Throughout time, evil has taken many shapes and many forms. Each time molding, and waiting to be created for its sole purpose. Whether you have love or hate in your heart, evil will twist even the most gentle of men into a sadistic predator, which there is no hope. This is one of those tales...

Once, there was a great man with three treasures, he's kept from deaths seductive glance. His love so great women say he was born of a God. King Salving, a king of one of the greatest kingdoms ever known throughout history. His generosity was well known, for no man, woman, or child ever went hungry under his vigilant eye. His wealth was shared amongst his people, for if he shall live a great fulfilling life then so shall his people. His lovely wife Queen Kalistrah was equally caring in every aspect of life. She also felt the unbreakable bond of her people. The king's castle was the largest of the three kingdoms every window had his crest flowing in the wind with pride.

The King had many enemies outside his castle walls, but none other had a weapon no king has ever had. Tristan, a mute white witch that foresees all, gave him the advantage in battle. Many victories followed. There were countless bloodshed and prosperity due to her Salem heritage. Tristin had been with the King and Queen at a very young age. Her magic was whispered about throughout the lands and equally feared by many. Every night she would walk the forest wondering what's beyond her reach in these lands. Forever wandering in her curiosity. No one knows where she came from, or who her parents were. None had the courage to question.

Though her magic was unparalleled, her love for the King was stronger. This love was even stronger than any steel made for war. Over the years he proved his strength which made the people consider him a great King. When it came to battle, he was worshipped as the greatest War God of all the land. His bloodlust for battle was never-ending. He will never know true peace until he finds a worthy adversary to take his armor made of the bones of his many battles. Like many around the world, the king had a dark secret that would be taken to the grave. For safety precautions, he had built a city of his own creation directly beneath his castle. It is like another world down there full of life, his own personal paradise. The king called this place The Underground Hollow for no peace shall ever be broken in such a place. The land was filled with exotic birds, a miniature army of loyal dogs running around listening for any signs of danger. Tristin made a grand waterfall in the middle of the underground city. Over a hundred feet tall it flowed pure clean water blessed by Tristin herself to heal any wounds on whoever entered. Keeping the water pure she created a creature she naming it Aqualite. The Aqualite is a beautiful like creature sworn loyalty to Tristin guarding all the water within the king's land. Her skin is Light blue with a greenish tint, her hair is orange with navy blue roots, as for her eyes her unique red and yellow mixture gives a gentle yet rather intimidating feature. One treasure hidden beneath the water laid his mandible armor. The armor was kept dormant under his kingdom, behind two grand doors guarded by his most trusted knights.

The Armor of The Reaper; a secretly crafted armor with the bones of each advisory he had slain on his journeys. The king needed to be feared in battle, and in doing so he would execute a king right in front of his people as if he were a lowly peasant. The Reaper is the symbol of death for whoever dared to oppose it. Tristin's magical armor kept the king from any harm he may face in battle, which gave him the greatest advantage in battle. However, there was a side no one had seen other than his men in arms. King Salving was blinded by his lust for battle causing him to lose sight of what he truly wanted in life. His men were too scared to let one breath come from their lips about their king's actions. None had the courage to even know where to begin. Months pass with no word of another attack. Word got around that the war was over.

Feeling victorious and relieved, the king ran through his thoughts and found the most beautiful moment he had ever seen. It made his eyes soften the dried blood with tears of happiness. In that moment he sees Khalistan looking enchanting. She's singing her favorite song, making him fall in love with her first note. Her voice drowned out the sounds of battle as he watched her undress, mesmerized by her natural beauty. Only to provoke him to make his presence known.