[Music Recommendation: Western Nights ~ Ethel Cain]
Together, the Valois family unleashed hell on earth that very night. Every last one of them, except the toddler sister, killed and killed until there was no one else left to kill. They wandered the kingdom, thirsty for the blood of those who had turned them into monsters.
In the midst of all this, the witches failed to realize that during their ritual, they had released a prisoner from hell. It was the Demoness of Doom, locked away for ages because her crimes knew no bounds. She escaped hell when the undead were created. Doom, they called her, rose from hell and descended on earth.
"Mortals," the demoness, with a crown hanging to the side of her hair, smirked, looking around at the realm she was now in. Behind her was her most trusted companion, a shapeshifter that was yet without form. "I heard humans are the most stupid of all creations. Let us have fun while we are here."
