Chapter 1.
In the abyss of animosity, where naught but emotion reigned, there emerged a singular entity. The primal essence took the form of blood. This blood was drawn forth from the essence of a Phoenix's will, as the Phoenix descended into human guise, devoid of its former might. Enveloped in the maelstrom of loathing, with Gargoyles encircling, harboring disdain for his uniqueness, he lay vulnerable.
As epochs unfurled like an infinite tapestry, the Phoenix seized upon the sudden gust of will that swept through the void. Taking up his sword, he resolved to defend himself. Amidst agony, he waged a valiant struggle, determined to grant the void its final opportunity. The Gargoyles, vanquished at last, succumbed to defeat. The Phoenix spat the Holy Blood and plummeted into the depths of the void, its fissures, crackling open. Freed from their confines and pain, that Phoenix has produced for them, souls ascended to a realm of jubilation and liberty, their ethereal forms coalescing into corporeal bodies. Yet, the Phoenix, now a martyr, remained within the void. With the passage of time, memories of this monumental vent began to fade, slowly slipping into the realm of forgotten tales, once indelible, now obscured by the sands of time.
The Phoenix was secured in the void for decades and his return to the world has not been awaited.
Chapter 2.
As the stars aligned through the passage of time, a new hope flickered into existence. The celestial canvas bore witness to the birth of a supernova, blazing the heavens with its brilliance. And with its radiant glow, the blood returned. Once disembodied souls, now bathed in eternal glory, found solace, for their faith remained unforgotten by the Almighty. The all-seeing gaze of the holy blood was mighty indeed, and those who dared to scorn it plummeted into the abyss to feed the burgeoning generation of Gargoyles. The Phoenix, which has raised, rotted amidst the radiance of Nova. Those who held fast to hope received the highest gift, a choice, for the Custodian of Blood, Nova esteemed their noble toil, and they, his unforgettable feat.
The Phoenix has vanished into the void once more.
Chapter 3.
Over the centuries, Nova's radiance dimmed but did not fade. The souls that had acquired bodies rejoiced at the new leader; the Great Custodian became their sovereign. The Custodian of Blood, though revered, bore the knowledge that in ages past, he had served the Phoenix only to betray him, casting him into the merciless grasp of eternal oblivion….
Yet, these newly embodied souls, united in purpose, placed their faith in the future of their Holy Blood and its illustrious leader. Their loyalty did not waver, much like the enduring light of Nova. Though the defeated Phoenix has been consigned to the annals of forgotten lore, his spirit and ideals continue to stir the hearts of many.
The lead was strong and idea was perfect. Holy Blood remained in infinite.
Tales Of The Grand Custodian
Amidst dark times and manifest suffering, the people were lost without purpose. Among the throng of souls freed from the Phoenix, a new light emerged - Nova. Once a mentor to the blazing bird, Nova had forsaken his duty. He watched as the Phoenix’s mind dimmed in the abyssal gloom.
The stricken Phoenix dissolved into the darkness. Nova, now hailed as the Savior of Blood and the Grand Custodian, brought solace to the tormented souls under his luminous guidance, offering each other hope for a brighter future.
He vowed never to surrender his people to the ferocious grasp of avaricious chieftains. We all bow to his will…