"When Love thrives, so does Hate, opposing its very essence. Yet, for those who embrace loathing and forbidden desires, beware, for Cupid's dark side emerges. It aims arrows of agony at their stained hearts and hunts them down on the night of Valentine's."
In a bustling village teeming with hearts and affection on Valentine's Day, men and their dearly loved ones exchanged gifts and share sweet nothings as the village was filled with love. It was once believed that Cupid, harbinger of love, graced the day with his arrows aimed at the hearts of lovers. Yet, when hate and debauchery consumed the hearts of men and women, Cupid's own heart grew heavy with lamentations and grief. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon cast its eerie glow, Cupid's tears turned to blood, and his once white wings darkened as the shadows. Once unfeigned arrows, now transformed into shafts of agonizing love, inflicting pain and halting the beat of hearts, leading not to love but to demise. Mortar, harbinger of twinge love.
Mortar soars through the night sky, scouring for depravity to stalk. With an aim, his arrow pierces a soul's chest, blood staining the earth below. Yet, in the throes of their uncertain loathing, Mortar's strike claims not just one life, but also that of their beloved. Whispers swept through the village, tales of lifeless bodies discovered each dawn, their chests bearing the wounds of an unseen assailant's arrow. It seemed the dsrker ego of Cupid, Mortar, was on the prowl, his presence a harbinger of the precarious balance between love and hate. As the village grappled with the unsettling discovery of the slain lovers, a collective determination emerged among the townsfolk to uncover the identity of the murderer lurking in their midst.
In an old house, nestled away from the bustle of the village, resided a married couple deeply entwined in love. They shared tender moments and whispered sweet nothings to each other, their affection binding them together in the warmth of their home. The couple was startled by a sudden, manly scream piercing through the tranquility of their home. Rushing outside, they were met with a horrifying sight: Mortar, stood before them, his arrow stained with blood from a fallen man. Fear gripped the couple as they witnessed the gruesome murder, but to their surprise, Mortar spared them, his dark gaze lingering before he disappeared into the night. Meanwhile, Mortar descended upon a nearby town, its streets filled with vice and wickedness. With ruthless efficiency, he invaded each house, his arrows finding their mark as terrified screams echoed through the night until silence fell over the town, leaving no one standing.
After Valentine's Day, panic gripped the people, and they began to see the holiday of love as nothing but a curse from an unclean spirit. Many villagers lay slaughtered, their lifeless bodies strewn about. In response, numerous knights came in the village to investigate the mass murder that had occurred that fateful night. The couple from an old house, though they had witnessed the serial killer's rampage, chose to keep silent. They feared no one would believe their account and instead might accuse them of heresy. Furthermore, while Cupid continues to spread love around the world, Mortar prowls alongside his counterpart, hunting down hate and debauchery. Generation after generation, Mortar persists in his relentless pursuit, ensuring that those consumed by hatred and wickedness meet their fate.