The bleeding sky was the first thing I saw.
I woke up in the ruins of a village. Smoke and smell of a blood hung thick in the air. Bodies laying torn apart in the mud, faces I could not name. Houses were destroyed, caved in.
The only thing I could remember was my name.
Erebus. That much survived the void of my own memory. Everything else was gone. Who have I been, Who I loved, Who have I fought beside. Whatever life I have lived was all burried beneath the corpses of this village.
All I had was this Mark I had on my right hand.
My hand burned, Mark started glowing in bright red color, black veins crawled up my arm like living rot. Then I looked in the sky.
The sky itself split open, droplets started coming down. But they werent the normal water droplets. They were droplets of blood. It suddenly became dark and then I saw it.
Not men, not even beasts. Something you could see only in nightmares. They had limbs that twisted the wrong direction, mouths ripped open, some even had holes in their body that no human could survive.
Then they saw me.
They dragged themself from the shadows of the destroyed buildings screaming, devouring everything they touched. Corpses around me started getting up. Dragging themself through the mud their eyes locked at me.
I knew that they were coming for me.
So that night I ran. I do not know how far, or how long. Only the screams from those beings followed and blood coming from the sky above me. I kept running until my Mark stopped burning, monsters dissapeared and the sky returned to normal.
I should have died then with the others. Any other man would have died.
But I didn't.
Maybe the Mark would not let me. It must contain power I do not know about.
Since that, the bleeding sky has always followed me. Wherever I went, silence fell. Mark started glowing, My hand burned and the sky split open and the monsters come.
I have seen villages get erased in one night, Men split in half and devoured. Women dragged screaming into the dark.
But I always remained.
Not by a choice.
Not by a chance.
But by a curse that has followed me since.
The only thing I know about me is my name.
I do not know why I was spared.
I only know one thing only:
Wherever I walk, the Mark burns.
Wherever I remain, the sky bleeds.
And from the sky's wound, the monsters come.
This is my beggining.
This is my curse.
This is the Bleeding Sky.