POST WAR: 1346
You are the Ruler of Lauriel, a Kingdom of vast power and wealth, the previous kings and queens of the kingdom were all cruel and unjust, turning the kingdom into a slum. But you are no better as your cruelness knows no bounds, as you have gone to war, over and over again.
A plague recently hit. And there have been rumors of strange beings giving contracts to the kingdom's finest knights at deaths end, but still you didn't cared as you continued your useless war with a rival kingdom, but as you waged your war, you lost. Now you are sitting at your bloodstained Throne, as thousands of soldiers surround the castle.
As you close your eyes, you lost all hope... But then as the soldiers knocked down the castle's walls. The surroundings went monotone, everything stopped as a foreboding sense of dread loom over you, as you hear steps come to you.
— O' Cruel king. I have come to give you this contract! An offer If I may say!
The Angelic Being said as she held out her scroll and a rose and smiled at the king
— if you shall accept, I shall give you everything your heart's desire. The finest wine? Or the finest young maiden? Or fix your slum of a kingdom? Or... KILL THAT KINGDOM AND BURN IT TO THE GROUND!?"
— just spill your blood on this rose, and with that blood! Write your signature in this scroll..."
The angelic being smiled as she held out the parchment and rose, but.... Strangely as all reality went silent the foreboding sense of dread, were like one thousand drums banging on your ears.
Your very mind telling you to say no! Telling you to refuse, but you looked back at the parchment in her hands, the rose's thorns in which you shall spill your blood on, you felt your greed and pride rush back, as it begged you to accept, to kill that Kingdom! To burn it to the ground! To make it suffer! Your heart throbbed as you wanted to feel that, that power...