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The past is the sea of ​​the present, and it's the shrine of the future. No one knows that the master of chaos, the king of death, and the envoy of hell. Is sittings on a throne of skulls as he watching the world in a deadly silence .. No one knew at the time that the past, present and future are a maze of amazement and shocks. Do not lower your head while you read so you Don't hurt yourself.

 when the hero of the story is the villain that the world is afraid of, when will the clock stop and announce the beginning of the end

Ring Of  Chaos

I twirled with Dracula on the blood-soaked dance floor, my hand on her waist, hers on my shoulder. She gazed into my eyes with compassion, but my shattered soul found no solace. Instead, her gaze brought back memories of all that had transpired.

I felt my dormant heart in the desert ignite, burning brighter than the desert sun that rose millions of light-years away. Every melody, every movement of the music, fanned the flames of my anguish.

Dracula sensed my turmoil, but she only pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek and whispered, "I believe you will build the castle before we descend to the hell of worlds."

Her words stunned me, but before I could utter a sound, she continued, "Hagon told us that we would journey to the hell of worlds after the castle is complete."

he able to communicate with you now .

"What do you think of Hagon, Dracula?" I asked, trying to see him through her eyes.

She twirled me around, her movements light and graceful.

Build The Fortress