Chapter 1 – When the Blood Moon Rose
The night came too early that day.
The sun vanished behind a storm of crimson clouds, and the sky bled as if the heavens themselves were wounded. Then, the moon rose—massive, burning red, an eye of an ancient god that never forgave humanity.
Every thousand years, the world waited for this.
Every thousand years, it wished it would never come.
And tonight… the Blood Moon Eclipse returned.
Across the continents, the same whisper crawled through every shadow:
> "Two shall rise from one blood.
One shall embrace the crimson thirst.
The other shall rot beneath the decay.
Their war shall devour the dawn."
No one believed the prophecy anymore.
Until the screaming started.
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The first screams came from the eastern cities—bodies collapsing on streets, eyes bleeding black tears.
Hospitals overflowed.
Temples fell silent.
The dead… began to move.
In the ruins of an abandoned church, a young man with black hair and cold silver eyes stood among the chaos. His name was Kael—a quiet boy once ignored by everyone, unseen even by his own family. He had lived his whole life like a shadow—until the moon found him.
The pain hit like fire under his skin. His veins glowed red as his heartbeat thudded louder than the storm. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest, as whispers filled his mind—thousands of voices, crying, hissing, calling his name.
And then, he heard her.
> "Kael… my king…"
A figure appeared from the moonlight—a woman with silver hair flowing like mist, eyes the color of twilight. Selara Vayne, the last queen of the Crimson Realm, the one who was banished when the vampire gods were sealed.
She knelt before him, placing her hand on his heart.
"Your blood carries their curse," she whispered. "You are the last heir of the Crimson Throne. The moon has chosen you, Kael."
And with that, his humanity burned away.
His pulse turned silent.
His heart became still… yet alive.
Kael's scream echoed through the night, shaking the ruined city as his shadow spread across the walls like wings of a fallen angel. The Vampire King was reborn.
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But far from that city—beneath the ruins of an underground lab—a boy opened his eyes, gasping in horror.
Riven.
Kael's childhood friend.
The only one who had ever stood beside him when the world laughed at their dreams.
And now, Riven could feel something tearing him apart from inside. His flesh burned cold. His vision turned green with decay. He saw the same Blood Moon, and in its light, his veins turned black.
He wasn't chosen for the throne of blood.
He was cursed by the rot.
A failed bloodline. A fallen one.
He screamed as his heartbeat turned into a rhythm of death. His body twitched, his skin pale, his pupils wide and soulless. He felt hunger—not for food, but for life.
And as he clawed at the ground, a whisper crawled from his mouth like poison.
> "Kael… brother… help me…"
But Kael could no longer hear him.
Because Kael had become something greater—something doomed.
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The apocalypse spread faster than fire.
Humans turned into ash under the crimson light, and those who survived watched in horror as some of their loved ones became vampires, and others… rotting monsters.
Cities became fortresses.
The military collapsed.
Governments vanished.
The world was divided into three realms now:
1. The Crimson Realm — Ruled by Kael, the Vampire King. His followers called him The Night Sovereign, and his kingdom spread across the night skies.
2. The Plague Dominion — Led by Riven, the Zombie King. His army grew with every fallen corpse, an endless tide of the dead.
3. The Human Bastions — The last fragments of mankind, praying for sunrise that may never come again.
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In the ruins of an old city, Kael stood on a broken skyscraper, his cloak torn, his fangs shining under the blood-red moon. Below, his army of vampires waited in silence. The air smelled like ashes and fear.
He closed his eyes, remembering the last moment before everything fell apart—before the curse.
He and Riven laughing together under the stars, two boys who promised to change the world.
Two dreamers.
Two brothers by choice.
Now, they stood on opposite ends of the apocalypse.
> "You were the light I never had, Riven," Kael whispered. "Why did the moon steal you from me?"
Selara Vayne appeared beside him, her presence cold but gentle.
"It did not steal him, my king," she said softly. "The moon only reveals what's already inside the soul."
Kael turned to her, his eyes dark and filled with fury.
"Then why me?"
"Because only darkness can rule the night," she said. "And only sorrow can keep it alive."
Lightning struck behind them as the clouds screamed.
Below, the undead armies of Riven began to rise, their groans shaking the ground.
The war between blood and rot had begun.
And far away, in the ruins of a burning town, a single human boy watched from the shadows—his face pale, his eyes trembling with terror and curiosity. He was nothing special, just another forgotten soul. But destiny had already written his name among kings.
He whispered to himself,
> "If gods create monsters… then maybe monsters can kill gods."
And with that, the era of apocalypse began.
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End of Chapter 1: When the Blood Moon Rose