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

Desertic and hostile, this was the description Jäwell could have made about the land before him. Dante's boat just landed in a desert and Jäwell jumped from it before Dante even said it was safe. He was now human, a mortal human, and a fragile human.

Jäwell loved it, he loved that the sand was too hot and was burning him slightly. He arranged his fallen hair over his head and smirked happily, he had a sword in his back and a long black cape to protect him from the sun.

Dante yelled to him, he was still terribly worried about the prince's chances of survival to be a mere human after so long of being a vampire, "My prince! It is still time to come back, please! Think about it once more."

Caravan