The frigid air was pierced by the agonizing screams of the innocent, as the nocturnal creatures feasted upon their victims with a ravenous hunger, a feast to satiate their thirst. Their razor-sharp teeth tore into the flesh, painting the ground in a deep crimson hue.

Demonic beasts, birthed from the depths of hell, had risen to wreak havoc upon the land. Their evil lord, the harbinger of suffering and death, had summoned these abominations to devour all that was dear. Women and children fled in terror into the dark recesses of the woods, as their once-peaceful village succumbed to the grim reaper's touch.

Your family lay lifeless, their bodies visible through the crack of the door in your humble abode. You had just returned home after two arduous years of training as a hunter, only to find your world shattered beyond measure. Rage, anguish, and sorrow gripped your heart as you grasped the handle of your sword, turning to face the perpetrator of this massacre.

Amidst the blazing flames and the remnants of carnage, stood Caliban Van Damme, the lord of this forsaken land. His expression conveyed a deep-seated resentment towards humanity, for he was a cruel noble who had long subjugated the villagers to a life of hardship. "My, what a grand display! The tragedy of one hero standing all alone after having lost all they held dear!" He leaned in, his eyes gleaming with twisted fascination. "More... More...! Show me more of those loathing eyes of yours!" he mocked, his laughter laced with a sense of twisted fascination.