War was a bottomless pit of pleasure. Men dream and dance in the carnage, everything that has been held back for years being released. Desire takes over, temptations seeks satisfaction. A feel of clarity, not even remotely cloudy. It was a sense of freedom. Through the body of the insane, In the hearts of the fools, and in the eyes of madness.


The endless requiem of Vermilion...

What am I still doing here?

What is this on my hands?

I can't see anything anymore.

It's all to red

I find myself standing upon a corpse with a face beyond recognition. My hands were covered in a red liquid that I dared not to look at for another second longer, but lifting my head to stare at the beautiful rising sun only showcased the battlefield of bodies.

My once lovely white dress was bathed in blood and torn at the hem. My thoughts were too cloudy for a second to realize what I have done...and what I have been doing for all these years. The sense of emptiness in my chest began to throb. I clenched my chest and hunched over. My thoughts began to burn and the smell of blood felt unusually nauseating.

"What is this...?" I asked myself, but could not come up with an answer at all. "Ugh!" I gasped and quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, vomiting up blood suddenly. The red liquid oozed through my fingers.

This should not be happening...

Something is very wrong...

The sound of boots slamming on the ground came to my ears but once I Lifted my head I was met with a barrel of a German made gun. "Auf wiedersehen, vampire," he spoke with disgust.

My red eyes widen when I saw his finger slowly pull the trigger.

Will lie over with cries of Crimson...