~Why do bad things happen to good people...while the villians roam free?~

Rain fell from the skies as the heavens weeped with Nocturne. After being framed for the death of his beloved master and high priest Lucien, he was dragged off into the woods and beaten until his once fair skin was crimson, until his own blood soaked his beautiful silver hair....until....he barely could breathe

....But why did the Marquess want his reputation to be tarnished?

Blood soaked his torn clothes and the droplets continued falling on his face, his tears now indistinguishable from the rain as he prayed...for someone to find him...before he....