Dragoslawa

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. 
When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again.

For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten.
It feels so cold in Ombrae.
Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children?
It is so calm in Ombrae.
Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise.
It is so warm in Ombrae.

The Prince of the Ombrae

<p>The fire crackled and the drums resounded, the floor trembled softly under the hooves of the Jessadians dancing. The rhythm of the music forced Jäwell's heart to beat, even without blood in him, he could feel the inside of his body reacting in a way he was not prepared to. </p>

<p>The earth itself was responding, every dead creature around would come back to life, only for a moment, only to listen to their power as it was the true power of the Jessadians. They were the guides of life and death, outside of time and space, outside of the worlds, and outside of every system that could exist. </p>

Dancing in the moonlight