A dark world, torn apart into tiny shreds, and then scattered upon the ground. Everywhere you go is the scenic look of poverty, famine, illness, death, corruption, and blackmail. Be sure to pick up your travel brochure to Evalin today. We now have a limited time offer: for every family with six or more members, your littlest gets sick, whether mentally or health wise, it’s up to you.

Hurry up, there’s still plenty of places left for your corpse. We’d be able to squeeze you in.

Welcome to Evalin, Home of the Damned.

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The Princess of the Damned stared out of her window, a cruel smile crossing her lips at the sight of chaos below her. Those foolish peasants. Their life was worth barely anything compared to hers. They deserved all the terror they got. They deserved more terror. Those stupid, dirt-bathing peasants. Simply their existence was something that got her fur up. Once they were all out of the way, maybe she could actually bother leaving her chamber. Peasants had walked on the halls outside, and the precious Princess couldn’t stand the residue the peasants left. And the residue would only disappear once the peasants disappeared.

What were they worth, anyway?

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Within ten years, the Princess of the Damned got her wish. All the terrible misfortune that the peasants faced was simply too much for them. They all slid to the ground with a sigh and let themselves die. And the Princess of the Damned was able to walk all over her country. And she did.

But she was angered again.

Where were her subjects that bowed to her? Where were those that used to mash their faces into the dirt when she walked within ten feet of them? Where were the moans and groans of those peasants when they saw her coming?

Her castle was empty without the screams of tortured souls.

So the Princess of the Damned came upon a decision.

She’d get more subjects. However she could.

She’d do anything to fill her ears with the pleasant sound of hopelessness again.

And so she began.

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A/N: I feel dark tonight. Explains the writing. I might continue this, I might not. Who knows. If I feel like it.