The Day Before Judgement Night The day of salvation has begun, sadly. The hours of Judgement day were starting soon, and I had little time to see my love, Sibyl. I ran through the black forest, a maze of black bark, black leaves, black branches, and blacker earth not towards the land of salvation, but moreover the land of damnation.
Blood-moon castle was a jail, but not just a jail for criminals and thieves, but a prison of the damned and the final resting place for the forsaken: a holding-cell for those poor souls that are possessed by the devil's minions, or those who renounced their salvation; many called it the house of heretics, but this demonic house held what was closest to me. I arrived at a clearing, a wet, muddy field where the evils can be felt in the ground beneath me; a place where the faint scent of rain-water is the only peace one feels as the sounds of pain and suffering crowd the air like an orchestra of