In the Kingdom of Liones, a castle lays in shambles. Large, manta-ray like creatures circle the sky like hawks; ever watching in the search of their prey. On the outskirts of Liones, the capital city lies in ruins. A lone soldier wanders the streets, in which the rubble tells a tale of destruction and death. Wielding only a sword and a suit of unreliable armor, this sandy blonde haired warrior would seem no match for what caused this tragedy; and he knows this. His eyes, wide and panicked, hands shaking in fear, body trembling with anxiety. Taking slow, uncertain steps, he travels through the once lively streets, now only filled with houses of unmistakable damage. Clack, clack, clack… the sound of his footsteps upon the cobblestone fills him with uneasy dread. His breaths are uneven, and he flinches when he hears the sound of another voice, "Hey! You got a minute? Give me a hand here."
An older, veteran soldier is beckoning him? It takes him a moment to realize, but once he does… "Yes, sir!", he replies, not wasting a second to help his senior. He bounds over to the old man with as much grace as he can manage - which turns out to be as much as a duck out of water, with all of the debris lying around. "Where are you from? And what's your name?" the old man questions. "C-cains, sir. And my name is Allioni, sir. What a-about you, sir?" the younger man (now known as Allioni) manages to choke out. "Cains?" the old man scoffs,"I'm an old timer who's served the kingdom for 40 years, and I've never heard of the place. Aurthour's the name." Above, a bird of prey calls out to its fellow hunters. A desolate chill runs down the pair's spines, but they manage to shake it off.
"That's not surprising, Cains is way out in the boonies…" Allioni sighs, obviously not proud of his heritage. "If you're this flustered, you'll never be made a Holy Knight apprentice." Aurthour states. "No, I could never be a Holy Knight." the younger man admits, growing paler by the second. "This might be a tough job for someone like you." Aurthour points out. Allioni, confused by the old man's words, looks at his surroundings. Nothing too unusual, just the regular broken shambles of houses, brick and mortar leaking onto the streets like blood… His eyes widen, and his pupils dilate, asking in a timid voice that could simply not belong to a man like himself (or so he thought), "Are these…" Aurthour simply says, "Holy Knights, one and all."
In front of them lies a massacre. Bodies litter the entrance to the castle, blood still fresh and oozing from unclosed wounds. The young soldier backs up, trembling, "Wh-what happened here?" The sky darkens, as if in anticipation of the next words of the veteran soldier, "'What happened?' They were all butchered. In a blink of an eye, at that. By just seven people." Aurthrour's face is grim, and while he seems to be faring well enough at the sight of the blood and gore, the younger man grows white as a sheet and appears to want to hide behind his mother's skirts like a small child would. A wolf howls in the distance, and a comet falls near the plains of Cains…
This is a tale of ancient times; when the human and non-human worlds had not yet split. The Holy Knights, the defenders of the realm, possessed tremendous magical powers and were both feared and revered. But among their number were a few who betrayed the realm and made enemies of all Holy Knights. These knights… were known as the Seven Deadly Sins.