Long ago there was a king in the empire of Rhene. He ruled over the people with gentleness and benevolence. His mere presence graced everyone whom he came in contact with. A beloved and adored king he was. Though being known for his benevolence, he struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. His enemies scattered the battlefield whenever he emerged.
Fearing his ever-growing power the kingdoms banded together to take down the empire of Rhene.
The kingdom's initial plan was to send courtesans to seduce and poison him. But every woman that was sent returned the very next day.
Even though the king could have multiple wives and concubines, the King's heart belonged to a single soul. His wife which the empire was named after, Rhene was the only woman he needed. Having met her while touring the city, his eyes festered onto her and her image and face were engraved into his memory.
She was just a lowly peasant who worked day to night just to make sure her brothers could enjoy a meal. The king couldn't forget that woman he had seen out in the farmlands.
The very next day, he dirtied his shoes in fertile soil to walk alongside her. Having seen a king willing to sacrifice his dignity just to stand next to her, she fell in love.
Soon after a few months, they got married and the entire empire celebrated their wedding. His wife's name became the empire. Her birthday becoming its national day. Her hobbies became events and holiday events.
One faithful day, his majesty's wife approached him embarrassed and nervous. Her hand gently caresses over her stomach.
She had become pregnant. Overjoyed by the news, the king ordered a massive banquet and the whole empire rejoiced for the arrival of their prince. But upon hearing the news of the king's heir. The kingdom, fearing the heir to be more prosperous than their father plotted against the empire of Rhene.
One warm summer day in the castle, one of the Kingdoms declared war and the King got called out into the battlefield but after decimating the enemy's army he got the news that the city was being besieged by the other kingdoms. With the main army being so far away, once they returned, the city of Rhene had been sacked and plundered. The people who had trusted him lay dead on the streets. The city which his father had built up had crumbled and was burning.
But he didn't care for any of that, he immediately ran to the castle where his wife was. The guards had all been slaughtered protecting his wife. He walked by the corpses of the loyal soldiers who dedicated their lives to him. Following the blood trail, he found his wife in a grain storage bleeding out.
Though having been stabbed she was still alive and breathing. Even if the city was burning, even if the people had been slain the king was overjoyed. All the hospitals had burned and all the other kingdoms refused to treat his wife and eventually after a few days without treatment, queen Rhene died of sepsis along with the baby.
From that day on, an iron curtain closed around the Empire of Rhene. Holding his dead wife's hand, an immense guilt tore his body. He felt as if the souls of the city were ripping his flesh off his body. If he only stayed and defended the city. If his ego didn't take over his decisions everyone would have been alive.
Even though the king now ruled with an iron fist. Enforcing laws and executing anyone suspected of treason. The people suffered but the loyal army always stayed with the king no matter the decision. The day his wife died, 12 kingdoms went up in flames. Hundreds of thousands of people were slaughtered in a single day. Documents from scholars from that time called the event of that day "The day which the grass was red."
It was also the day the flower of guilt consumed the king. Every single day, the king would feel the souls of his people tearing his flesh and the souls of his enemies grabbing onto his legs.
It was the curse, of the guilty.
Kneeling in front of a godly being were 5 dragons. Sitting atop a ghastly throne with his legs crossed and his head resting on top of his fist was a king feared for thousands of years.
His Majesty had enough of waiting for the pact to end. Ever since he signed that deal with the Aeon of Dexterity he had no choice but to stay on the isles of Guilt.
Now time has corroded that contract and that deal no longer stands.
His pale white skin cracked as he arose from the throne. Having not been active for thousands of years his body had grown frail.
"I heard of your maj…."
A dragon who had not entered his presence without permission was immediately executed. The door to the chamber slammed shut as the head of the dragon rolled onto the floor.
He peered down at his loyal servants but amongst the dragons was one empty place.
"Time monarch Isadora. Time… how much has it passed?"
The man turned around showing his long snow-white hair along. On his back was a black triangle. The clothes had deteriorated with time. Bits and pieces of inorganic material hung onto his body.
Despite the time that had passed, his body possessed such an insurmountable amount of loxes that every second he existed he oozed out loxes which to the eye looked like emerald green fire around his body.
"Slaughter them, scorch their lands, scavenge every body of water, leave no rock unturned. Find her."
That was the first order in 4000 years from the king from a bygone empire.