Once upon a time, there was a world where humans, divine and fantastic creatures lived together in fragile peace.
In this world, countries allied or waged war against each other in an atmosphere of constant tension. The Hunus country, where the majority of the dwarves and goblins lived, for example, was at war with Vern, the land of the dragonauts. There were many examples in this case.
A vast world, rich but complex in its relations between countries.
However, of all these lands, there was one country that dominated all the others. A golden kingdom, located in an arid territory where gold was as important as water.
The kingdom of Catharade... a kingdom that commanded its respect with the power of a burning sun.
This majestic kingdom was ruled by a 25-year-old king. an imposing, almost mythical figure whose power had become legendary.
At that moment, he was seated on a throne as imposing as himself, golden, encrusted with jewels as beautiful as stars.
His golden armor covered a very tall, muscular body, carved in the strongest marble. His irises were an authentic red, shining like a ruby, but it was his pupils that caught the attention and fascinated, frightened at the same time, real abysses like black holes...
His blonde hair, rather short as golden dust, was erect as if defying gravity. He wore large golden earrings, in the shape of a crescent moon.
Everything about him seemed to reflect an almost cosmic force. It is said that he would have struck down a god with the power of a dying star before washing himself of his blood.
It is said that he could hold the sun in the palm of his hand and that the kings of the most powerful countries bowed to him.
His name resonated in hearts every time he was presented:
Gil de Fiore, the third. God-king of the kingdom of Catharade.
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Gil de Fiore was a free conqueror, who collected women as one collected marbles or shells. He had never become attached, preferring the pleasure of lust to the thrill of love. He was currently naked on his royal bed, surrounded by a dozen women, stunned by the night of sleepless pleasure. The reputation for his inordinate sexual appetite was no longer to be proven.
The god-king got out of bed to the protests of his harem (which he changed every day) and put on white linen pants, leaving his imposing torso bare.
He left his royal suite to go to the throne room. He sat on it, the only place in the gigantic golden palace where he really rested, a symbol of his power and dominion over all living beings in this kingdom.
The sun, already burning in spite of the morning, filtered through the huge windows.
He savored his moment of fulfillment a few minutes before the heavy door in front of him opened.
"King of kings, I salute you," says a tall, black-skinned man with an owl tattoo on his arm. His black hair with red and yellow streaks formed a crest on his bald head.
"Sherkan... One of my generals. Why do you come to disturb the peace of your king?" asked Gil de Fiore in an imperious, deep voice filled with the power of an alpha male.
Sherkan put his knee on the ground and bowed deferentially.
"I have come to bring you the message of the Teller, she has seen your future and told me to transfer her words to you" said in a deep and solemn voice.
Gil rolled his eyes in annoyance, his fist pressed to his cheek.
"So be it. But be quick, I hope this is not a bad omen," he sneered in a dry voice.
"It will depend on how you conceive of this prediction," Sherkan replied.
Gil squinted his ruby eyes with their abyssal pupils. He had the feeling that he would not like what his general had to convey to him.
Sherkan then recited the Teller's prophecy with an indecipherable expression.
A prophecy that would mark a turning point in his destiny...