The capital, Phlegoneos, is located in the south of the Central Plain, in the center of the kingdom, at the 4th confluence of the Fonsvitae River. It is currently the residence of the Royal Helioric family, descendants of the Delight King.
They have ruled the kingdom with the support of the Haya Church and the Lut Temple. God of the Sun, who recognized the Delight King, who was the Bastard, the Conqueror and the Torchbearer, as the Son of the Sun.
As the years passed, the city became more magnificent than ever. Day and night, the flow of people makes the city bustling. Even more so when the railroads are more and more.
In Euston Station Square, in front of the subway station.
The sky was shrouded in darkness, hiding all the stars, but the moon shone as if suspended on a silken thread on a curtain of night that rippled like the waves of the sea. The thick black clouds carried an oppressive atmosphere that signaled some great event, and the turbulent wind swirling around seemed to prove it. The gas lamps gave off a flickering light that lit the way for the people going to and from the lively station.
When the train's whistle became more climactic as it docked. The sound of the doors opening one by one made a cackling sound like the rhythm of life.
The man had just gotten off the train, then looked up at the sky and said, "What wonderful weather it is to greet me. He rubbed his hands a little to feel the cold outside.
Then he turned his head at a friendly sound. "Me too," said the stranger next to him. Dressed in black, the man carried a simple stick with some textures on the top.
At the same time, the man pointed in the distance and said, "In front of you is Euston Square, which is associated with the famous anti-class protest event led by the writer Khalid."
"You can see that," he sighed, "tell me more about it.
The gentleman did not refuse, he continued with some interesting landmarks and rumors. The conversation became intimate, while the surrounding atmosphere became subtle. A slight change seemed to appear out of nowhere. The man turned around and saw an unusual sight. A strange red mist appeared. It began to overflow from the square and spread to the sky. It mixed with the yellow light from the streetlamps to make the scene eerie.
"Is it a regular show? How wonderful. How can you make smoke appear like that?"
"Wow, I thought the rumors were wrong. But it seems that everyone here really has such taste. Terrible."
The young man turned around in amazement and asked questions as if he were a man who knew nothing about life. But all he got was silence and a strange look on the man's face.
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In a secret underground area of the Eastend slums, three cloaked humanoid figures are whispering to each other. Each person comes from a different place and is secretly gathered here to carry out a grand plan.
The scar-faced man standing in front of a group of believers spoke first: "The summoning ceremony is about to be completed. In three minutes, the power of the Famine Knight will descend. He will bless us in this apostolate. For His Holiness cannot appear directly. Therefore, special preparations are necessary to evade their surveillance."
He stood before the altar. On the altar were a pool of scarlet blood, pounds of grain, and the carcasses of dead rats. They were arranged from left to right. Candles were placed on exquisite silver candlesticks. They radiated light and shone down on the strange jewels placed around them, seemingly with black smoke rising from them.
Under the altar, the devotees prostrated themselves, both trembling and excited. They prostrated themselves fervently under the altar. The comrades cried, "Astrum, esuritio, salve!"
"Astrum, Esuritio, Salve." The words were repeated. As they chanted more and more, the altar began to change. Evil auras radiated around it, and ancient things seemed to descend.
"I shed my blood on the altar. I have sacrificed myself for consecration and offered my soul to Her Heaven. Remember Her words: We are here to sacrifice. We are here to sow righteousness and here to sew falsity into this fabricated world."
They noticed a reaction from the altar. Anticipating such a situation, the sacristy man stabbed him in the left chest. Instead of blood, a thick and viscous light flowed from the wound. It merged with the grain on the altar. The grain on the table turned black, slowly oozing countless black liquids, and began to boil morbidly.
"I invoke the name of one of the Four Disasters, the Knight of Famine."
The man's face was both painful and exciting, as if he was experiencing some kind of special excitement. The man continued to shake and collapse as the last drop of light drained from his body.
The two humanoid figures did the same, quickly stabbing their hearts to complete the ritual.
These strange and sinister streams of light quickly flowed to the altar set up on the side. After a while, the candles burning on the table began to sway as if they could not be extinguished. Black smoke appeared. They were evil and whispered indescribable and vulgar words. They made the listeners hungry, and they wanted to tear the other person's body, their own body, to satisfy the hunger from the depths of the soul.
Suddenly, a great aura descended upon the altar, as if a dead disaster had come to life.
"A living disaster. They may lose awareness of many things, but nothing has made them feel more authentically what this means at this moment.
The devotees felt a holy aura, an endless aura of sickness, fierce hunger, exhaustion, and thirst. They immediately fell to their knees and chanted incantations praising the greatness of the newcomer.
"He who bears the scales is also the one who judges."
"He is a fraud, a deceiver, and a symbol of Cupidity: three denarii for a grain of wheat."
"He left no grain for the birds in the field."
"The Dark Knight who brings aridity and withering."
"Suffering and tears will arise when his black crow cries in the field."
A shadow in the shadows, He had the shape that was depicted as the evil demons that appeared in the sacred paintings. His appearance changed everything around him. The hunger increased. It was as if an entire castle had fallen, surrounded by enemies, and had to devour itself.
All sounds in the area seemed muted. Life seemed to have been drained from them, making the people around them unable to stay awake, as if they had starved while lost in the desert.
Everything grew still. The clouds drifting over the starless, dark background seemed to grow darker.
Something monumental is happening in a dark cellar in a poor part of a magnificent capital city.