Bound By The Blood Moon

s human memory was fleeting. History books would be lost, and

nt night. The scent of blood filled the air like a heavy blanket of

eteres, was covered in piles of red bodies tha

of blade clashing with armour. The rays of light from the many activated rune

ned from the depths of hell, they tore a portal open, aiming to c

shed them by clan. Some had horns that adorned their body, some had hooves

their nobility, riding on beasts that seem

roke limbs of many demons. Werewolves bulldozed through the field with their l

selfish and distant nature, supported the vampires and werewol

emons would vanish, burn to ash, be stuc

istening fields, the boundless possibilities for growth, the endless rumble of

till they couldn't hold back. And remembering how far they ha

hborn screamed commands to the mere soldiers t

perous new lands. They held on to the chance to be enshrined into a high-born family as they

ed their soldiers get slain like sheep at a slaughterh

truding from both sides of his mouth, picked up his great

d in our way and that of the great Demon King, Dratos. Soak these fields in thei

ehorn followed their leader as he wielde

y. An axe, with a length impossible for any human, lay finely in his

glowed continuously with the blue runes that covered its full length. Rings of red covered th

le. The double-headed axe head was shaped like wings with the edges of the blade sharp enough to cut thro

nt that Sledgehorn could use to stab his oppon

umping off his beast. He looked like a terror to the Triform with his seven-

s, limbs and cleaving bodies in two. He roared with laughter as the blood of his enemi

n battle. Such raw bliss that covers your

axe made when it collided with the ground. He wore a massive grin filed with ecstasy and pleasu

es, of these changed humans that the demons

No matter how low my sisters have fallen, I still

t angered voice of Maydriyn in his ears as she

elf when he saw her talent at a young age. She was one of the few talented

ur arrows cover my back at night so after th

on of the offerings that he would provide her as she

ch dire trials ahead of us. It's best you refrain from this and focus on

dgehorn and Maydriyn snicker

ng that any of the demon warlords were ecst

for excitement and more often than n

right, as expected of his

ecapus that looked like a crossbreed between a goat and a horse. His gu

st themselves, the backline of the Trif

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