A thousand years ago, My three brothers and I -Abel our oldest brother, Reuel the one after me and Abel, and Julius our youngest brother, were on a trip to the Fairy Lands for a meeting, we represented our kingdom and our king: My Father.
Certainly according to the strict laws imposed by the royal circle. Upon us; creatures of blood.
Our dimension, Aramita is one of the three dimensions that have been created. To spread peace. after a war broke out between the universes, bloody massacres, and the loss of many lives.
Each feeds on the other, and just as there were creatures that had great powers, there were others, weak and with nothing to protect themselves.
Like humans... in addition to their very short lives and the very simple way of living; so they had a whole dimension for themselves along side with some creatures they -now called animals. A funny fact.
The world of Aramita is ruled by two kingdoms here, the Land of Fairies and the Land of blood creatures.
Each one of them extended to a certain extent, and there were villages, forests, and small towns, which did not belong to either of the two kingdoms.
In which dark creatures lived, such as manticores, witches, demons, and no one dared to encroach on these lands. Nobody managed to escape out of it. Even the strongest of us.
The land of blood, our kingdom. Its streets are bleak, its houses are huge, like mansions, and most are empty, grey, decorated in a luxurious but feel-lonely way. This is their preferred atmosphere.
Creatures that prefer darkness. And we're here... just monsters. Like all the other monsters. But we're one of a kind, we managed to live peacefully with the faires.
The royal palace was the only place illuminated and decorated in light colors of gold and white.
It was my mother who chose to decorate it this way, because she was the protector of divine creatures. their only colors were white and gold.
It was a long story that spanned more than a thousand years, between my parents. until they were able to be together. In the Aramaeta dimension.
Gave birth to us, me and my three brothers. And ruled this land according to the laws of peace that were established between the three dimensions.
And fairies, chosen to share this world with us, because we did not prefer their blood, it was disgustingly bitter, and colorful. So living with them was the perfect choice. Because the wretched-hybrid will not feed on them.
Their land, unlike ours, represented dreams, songs, comfort, colours, nature and clear waters. It was a nightmare for us, because it lights up and shines too bright. So no one dared to cross the borders of their land.
Pretty waterfalls and lakes, the bells of little fairies. And the light. Fresh air, clear sky, green grass. Colorful trees and flowers. It was art.
All in all we had to spend one night here, so we did not have the time to pass their town.
On our way back, through the forest, something unexpected happen.
Suddenly many soldiers attack us, wearing red and black uniforms that did not resemble any of the palace guardians. The masks are strange, red, with prominent fangs.
There were many, I could not tell how many. as if they're setting a trap for us.
Then They threw my father's head in front of us.
His beautiful blue eyes open, his jet black hair. all covered with blood. It was a declaration of war, that they killed my father. And had the opportunity to overthrow the king.
Those groups of rebels that work in the dark, against my father.
Without wasting any second, we attacked them, killing them one by one.
I was feeling my heart burning, with grief... and every time I kill one of them, it increased many times over.
I cried.. tears of blood, shouting in anger, as I pulled their heads off their bodies. How did all this happen? How did they managed to get into the palace? Killing my father!
After that, witches came and start perform their rituals around us, we did not care and kept fighting but against magic.. we are weak.
Although they did not kill us. They made us sleep. We fall into a splendid sleep.
For many years.
Until I woke up.