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

He was leaning carelessly on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand and she was sitting next to him with a frown. Jäwell passed a hand in her hair and chuckled. Everything around them was in scrambles, the tower had been completely ravaged by the dragon, and Ëmie was trying to clean everything out of guilt for not being able to revive Talim.

The little one served her mistress in blood with one of the remaining bottles that survived the chaos. Leïlana was visibly pissed.

"It is the second time that my tower has been broken, I would like you to take more care of what is mine, Jäwell."

He laughed and caressed her cheek tenderly, "I take care of your body, that should be enough, my dear."

Ëmie became red after hearing it, the poor little one was shaking in embarrassment, and that made Leïlana only angrier.

"Sure, talking like this in front of the children is very smart of you," She growled.

Behind the appearances