The year is 45,196,326. For short, 326. Days are different here. There are fifty human days for one sunny day. Each night would be another fifty days. These hundred human days equal one year. And every other year, there is a massacre.
Blood season. Every species has it. Blood Season shows persistence, but it hurts. As the days pass, animals start bleeding, more and more. If the year is even, there is no blood, when the year turns odd, almost every animal bleeds.
Except one, the demons. I am a demon, the whole royal family is part of the demon race, my kingdom is full of them, for it was called Demon Domain. Demons don’t spill blood. But, I do consistently, with spontaneous pop-ups of large amounts of blood loss.
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