Power over weakness, every species always seemed to have one issue or the other, it seemed like it was impossible to have a perfect race or was it, the deities made overlords, demons, humans and too many different creatures but none seemed to fulfill the wants or desires of a deity named Pherenos and he finally had enough, over years of evolution and proper thinking he created the perfect species they were called crimson , age, strength, IQ, understanding, there was nothing they were lacking, they were referred to as perfect beings, Pherenos was praised and hailed for this race, though it seemed too good to be true, with such great power they ran mad with conquest, so to restore order and peace they needed a ruler, they needed a king, so Pherenos held a free for all tournament where all the crimson fought, crimsons generally vary in strength in color, so at the end of the gruesome free for all, the white crimson was made king and since then the king would pick the next king otherwise known as their successor and it went on for generations, now I'm not here to bore you with history nonsense, I'm no lecturer, I'm not here to bore you with history nonsense, I'm no lecturer, I'm king, crimson after crimson after crimson, but it's my time, I have a role to play, the greatest crimson king, I am (laughs)
BLACK CRIMSON