Flashdom

Lotringen once the blooming Jewel of The King and the Holy Church. But Plagas appearing the Goddess of Decay and the Mother of Decay has changed everything. Drawn from the Injustice above. She begins to hold the City in her Iron grip. 

Her whispers everlasting never fading away as her presence. Between all this stands one Man, one Priest alone. Between the Sides, his Will decide over the Direction Lotringen will take. Will be the King and the Holy Church be able to purge their city from the Forsaken ones? 

No matter what the cost will be? Follow Lotringens fall through an Journey of Insanity, Madness, Decay and about the true meaning what it means to be alive. Will Plaga be the Doom and end for Lotringen? Or will she be the Justice that the City needed?



Plaga Mother of the Pest

The middle ring of Lotringen was cloaked in a tense, uneasy silence. The streets were barren, save for the occasional shadow of a fleeing figure or the faint glow of Plaga’s vines creeping steadily upward. The once-bustling city was now a hollow shell of fear and despair. 


From the horizon, the air shifted—a low hum vibrating through the cobblestones, growing louder with each passing second. The people who dared to peer from their windows saw him then: King Armand, clad in his twisted armor of gold and shadow, a living storm of rage and malice. His blackened eyes scanned the city with contempt, his aura radiating destruction. 


The King stopped in the center of the largest plaza in the middle ring, his soldiers trailing hesitantly behind him. They avoided looking at their leader directly, for to do so was to feel the crushing weight of his power, an oppressive force that seemed to sap the very life from the air. 


The King’s Black Inferno