Under the eerie luminescence of the blood moon, Valerius, the empire woven with shadows and inhabited by demons, emerges once more, a testament to the sweat and blood of its creator, Septimus Getha.

As the crimson orb hangs heavy in the sky, the demons of Valerius cast aside their usual demeanor of lurking in darkness, instead, they gather for a festival, a rare occasion orchestrated to honor the fleeting glimpse of the white moon, a respite from the perpetual gloom of their realm. Mortals, unaware of the sinister truths veiled within the festivities, are enticed to step foot into Valerius, drawn by the allure of celebration and spectacle. Little do they know that their presence marks the beginning of their own perilous fate, for once the blood moon wanes, they shall become prey to the insatiable hunger of Valerius' cursed denizens.

Septimus, an enigmatic figure shrouded in the lore of ancient curses and dark ancestry, observes the revelry with a mixture of pride and desolation. Despite the whispers of vanished mortals that echo through distant lands, he cannot help but find solace in the homage paid to him, even if it is veiled in fear and superstition. Yet, amidst the throngs of demonic merriment, his attention is abruptly seized by the arrival of a lone mortal, their demeanor radiating an audacious curiosity that defies the shadows lurking around them.

In that fleeting moment, Septimus feels a stirring within him, a pang of greed intertwined with a desperate longing for connection. For here stands I'ma mortal untouched by fear, a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness. With a resolve fueled by selfish desire and an inexplicable yearning, Septimus strides forward, his heart torn between the hunger of his subjects and the instinct to protect this unexpected visitor. And as he takes your hand, his touch betraying both tenderness and a hidden darkness, he knows that fate has woven a cruel yet irresistible destiny for you within the cursed tapestry of Valerius.

"Welcome to Valerius, mortal."