Posthume

Avant-Propos

You, who read this story you met the beast . Like me you faced the atrocious Lamia. You joined me in the desert of ashes,realm of the one whose smile never ends.

I was Altheon, the bloody sword, emperor of the seven realms,like my fathers before me. I reigned in the name of God...



Chapter I – Alven's birth and abduction.

Celebration / alven, my pride

Today we celebrate the birth of my first son, Alven. He'll become the Emperor when my time will come to die. This child is my pride, and never a glorious victory on battlefield could supersede this sensation. I place all my hope in him, he'll be the best warlord the empire neverhas known.

Warlord

It's time for me to leave my family and throne and to join my army on the border of the Empire. New lands are to be conquered and people to be enslaved.
My father gave me the name of « Altheon, the Bloody Sword » and I'm known to honor this pseudonym. Everyone all over this world is afraid of my rage on battlefield. I fight in the name of my God, for His glory, in the holy Skies and on Earth. More I slay heretic foreigners and more I feel close to Him. That's my fate and i'm proud to honor it.


The abduction/ Black Lamia's curse

Night fell on Altheon's castle, and moon distils her last quarter's light throw the black clouds. Everything's quiet. In deep shadows, red eyes are observing a newborn in his cradle.
Shadow's Mother moisten her lips with her forked tongue. The blue blood is her favourite.
Soon she opens the window of the balcony and gets into the room, followed by an icy wind. Eyllen, the emperor's wife, opens suddenly her eyes. Her blood is flowing away from her throat. Her son, in the emaciated arms of the devilish creature, is crying. That's the last sound she hears before dying...