It feels like it happened so long ago, when the human beings finally tore their own throats out with their own illness of world conquest and war, a matter we stayed out of until the very last leader's corpse was brought to us, his brain infested with maggots and slime. Perhaps it happened too late, but we saved what we could...or at least, that was the story I was raised to believe.


After more than a hundred years of war, when the final fighter tore his own heart out to end it, this world has been recreated with a single warning."Never let desire control your soul."However desire has always been there, and will never really leave, after all it's only human nature.
Will you let it control you?


As he stood in the field of blood, nothing but the torn bodies of young men, woman, and even children splayed around him, he made an oath. An oath to God, his wife, his unborn child, and mostly the future of this desolated hell. His black tunic and black pants were both concealing the mail he wore against his under shirt, which was soaked with sweet and human liquids and stuck against his pale flesh. The mail and crude medieval clothing were the only things that survived this long in this final war. Weapons of mass destruction had already been used, those who knew the secrets to their birth already slaughtered, and time seemed to not only have froze but started over completely. He stood alone in the mass of dead bodies, and swore to himself again before falling to his knees in the wet soil to weep.

"I will not fail you..."

Returning home would be beyond hell for him, and as he stepped through the magic barriers he was both welcomed and turned away by gazes of awe and despite. The crowds however, were soon silenced when they saw he did not know, and hushed eerily as the village healer stepped towards him, a sober look upon his pale face. He spoke softly, the only words the soldier is able to comprehend are 'I'm sorry, she's dead' and instantly he knew his world was over, except for the child he was now forced to care for alone.
Many called him a madman, but as he stood outside his home the next day, cradling his baby girl, Artemis, he thought not of it, and simply smiled at the world that would become his. The wind blew casually into his battered and worn body, still slick and beautiful not showing a second of his true age, pushing his long black hair back ever so gently to expose his pointed ears. He spoke calmly to his sleeping infant, the only remains of the woman he not only killed for but would die and live for.

"Do not ever desire my child, for you will only bring waste to your kingdom, that I rose from hell for the sole purpose of protecting you and your people. Welcome, to Cordula.


Do you chose to serve it, or die?
Welcome to the world of Cordula, a world risen from earth long ago after world war three left it in ruin.
Do you chose to listen to your founders words, or will you "Dare to Desire"?


I'm watching you, every second of every day. Why? Because I desire to watch you bleed, but you'll never know that. Welcome to my world. Welcome to hell handed to you on a golden platter. Welcome to your reality and your downfall.
Welcome.


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