The Brethren's Hold
Alcott son of Balor, had many names; been called many things. He had known the richest of the world, he had seen glory, felt the breath of defeat of war. Had seen the rise and fall of empires. He has been enslaved, and had been praised as a god, when the 15th century rolled around he had finally known the passion that love had to offer, but he had also been greeted with the pain of betrayal. Angry he slaughtered the town that stood against him, turned to stone for his savagery....waiting for his release.
"His heart, I desire to devour it", he whispered against the pale woman's ear, "and I will devour it, mark my words."
Cadoc Jones was obsessed with all things old, he loved the feeling it gave him when he turned the pages of a old decaying book with such frailty. Searching an old church one day, he falls into a chamber. Hoisted above the ground was a statue beautiful in its own right. A shadow roamed against the darkness, releasing a demon in its wake. His world turned upside down as he's thrown into a century old war. The only one with answers won't speak to him, of any of it.
"What will my heart do for you if you devour it?", he asked standing chest to chest with him. "It'll save me", the demon whispered, trapping him further against the wall.
The Brethren's Hold, the only thing that can save them and the world.