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500 years ago…

A very powerful kingdom in Russia was ruled by a vicious king and his knights. They are known to be the strongest fighter in the whole land and those who face them have only one consequence, and that is death.

When the king's wife, the queen, got pregnant and bore a daughter, the king was distraught and displeased. For in this land, male heir means power and strength and women hold no key to this power.

So he took a concubine.

But for an unknown reason, his concubine died in his bed-chamber bathe in blood. He investigated and found out that an a.s.sa.s.sin tried to kill him but his concubine saved him. And so not long later, he took another one and another. But the same thing would happen, his concubines would die.

Hence from that time forth, the n.o.bles and the people are afraid that the king would turn his eyes on their daughters and so they tried to hide them, send them away, or marry them as early as possible.

This made the king perplexed and thought that he was cursed. And this lasted for so long…

10 years later…

The king took another concubine for his own. Yet for ten years he had forgotten about the queen and let her live her own life in some corner of the palace. In truth, the king wanted to make amends with the queen, but finding her seemed to have turned crazed, he decided to lock her up along with their daughter the princess.

That day, the queen would just look at the people celebrating from the tower wall where she was locked up with flaming anger in her eyes.

"It's not long now my dear. We have gathered enough sacrifice to summon the dark count. Hihi… Let's see if that father of yours can withstand my wrath." she muttered while looking at the little girl on the bed sound asleep.

She named her daughter Maybelline Garin, the princess of Borgram.

While the celebration is happening outside, the queen in her chamber is doing an ancient incantation after drawing a glyph on the floor with a large barrel of foul blood she has collected. By an unknown power, the blood looks fresh even after ten years have pa.s.sed.

With her incantations and rituals, the blood began to churn as if something living is inside the barrel. Then slowly a figure began to emerge while the blood in the barrel slowly depletes as if the figure emerging from inside the barrel is made of all the blood.

Then the dark figure formed into a human, a tall and handsome man with pale white skin and two fangs protrudes slightly from his red lips.

"Why thou hast summoned me, witch?" the man asked in a deep voice.

"My lord, this queen wanted revenge… Please grant my offering…" the queen humbly said with her head lowered without lifting it up to look at the man's face.

However, the scene was interrupted by a small voice.

"Mommy, who is he?"

When the queen heard her daughter's voice, her eyes turn wide in fear and disbelief. She didn't expect her daughter to wake right at this instance. Right now, she wished that she should have drugged her daughter so that she would not wake. But how could she do that? As a mother, her daughter is her life. But her regret was all too late. She knew the consequence of seeing the Lord of Darkness's face.

"My lord, please forgive her. She is just a child." The queen cried.

But she was unable to move by the strong pressure the figure emits.

"Her blood is that of royalty. A warrior's blood… I will grant you your revenge, but I will keep the child as my own." He said with a wave of his cloak.

The figure disappears along with her child which made the queen truly depressed. But her sorrow didn't last long as darkness suddenly engulfs the whole kingdom.

It only lasted for two days and a night, before the great kingdom of Borgram was thoroughly erased in the pages of history.

300 years have pa.s.sed since then and one day a small girl appears in the borders of the Old Russian Empire. She began to terrorize the whole land until she decided to lay low.

The people called those days the 'krovavyy dozhd'' or blood rain days. This is because many have died in those days and many were lost.

…

While Bloodrain floated in the air watching the chaos down below, a smirk appear on her small face.

"It's like the scene hundreds of years ago… with this, I can build my army once again and rules this world in terror… My lord, I will avenge your death from the hands of those hunters and their descendants…" she muttered.

However, his musings were interrupted as she saw a guy suddenly appearing in front of her. She was taken aback as she actually didn't notice his presence approaching her.

"Who… who are you to interrupt this princess."

"I'm just here to stop you and this crazy escapade of yours." s.h.i.+n Jiao said.

"Stop now and surrender and I will not kill you. If so, then you will vanish from this world." He added.

"Haha… Do you think you can stop me with a mere mutant power?"

Bloodrain suddenly waves her hand and hundreds of blood bats appear flying towards s.h.i.+n Jiao.

"Let me drain your blood then, honey."

s.h.i.+n Jiao didn't bother with the bats and took out his old weapon, a dark katana blade from his ring. Ever since he has repaired the ring, he has checked everything in it as was really surprised by the materials he saw inside the ring.

A black katana is one of those weapons he noticed.

When the katana was revealed in the outside world the heavens suddenly turn dark and a loud rumbling sound echoed through the air.

It didn't take long before lighting as thick as a man's arm struck towards s.h.i.+n Jiao.