Blood Moon of the forgotten lore
The one that plagues one's mind and emotions from the absolute of infinite desire are the ones that manipulate the weak.
For many centuries, witches have been called by the Blood Moon ritual, which they say calls for protection when, in reality, the one who needs protection is the creatures of the night.
From the witches who spellbind their daughters till they are of age.
From the witches who have befallen the destiny of their kin, sister, and mother.
The children of the night wreak havoc when it comes to filthy mongrels, one calls humans.
The witches pray to their devil's ascending cruise, for it is the rule of the Blood Moon ritual.
With a glass of the innocent, the sky will darken, releasing every witch in the forest to come out with all the powers and hidden skills they have.
More come to the Grand Tower of Lornia, preparing for the Blood Moon fiesta to begin!
One red-headed witch with pure black pupils whispers to the hostess who lives within the walls of Lornia.
"Greetings. Queen of the witches of the Lornia clan, hath the time cometh to bring forth your child to the stand, Lady Asteria?"
There stood the Queen, with her raven. She stands with her hands clasped, covered in metallic star rings of silver stars of David, decorated on her black tint flowers decorating her fingers. Her gown consists of a dark shade of black silk woven with capsiles of small potions hanging from the side of her hips leading up to her shoulders and chest. Her gown shows her alluring pale skin as bright as a dead man's corpse could be. As she breathes in brightly towards the night sky she turns to her red-headed guest.
"Ah, Blaizebell. I knew you'd arrive just in time, the fiesta won't start without you!" exclaims the Queen
"Only Mad Kings live shorter lives than a normal man," said the Queen as she began her party with a glow in her fiery eyes of round balls like meteors shaped from the stars.