♛♱Valentine♱♕

||"A war continued for centuries, until a new heir rose,"|| ♱♛— Only stories could begin to tell the tale of the vast battles between Heaven and Hell. A war, carved into centuries, were no mercy was left behind to trail in the grounds of their fields. Every battle, every war, every scream and cry of Angels and Demons—that was the way of a forged war. Angels leading with angelic swords of might and hope. Demons fighting back with spears of death and gore. Locked into an ever lasting circle, would the cycle ever break? Valentine. Or, more commonly known throughout this dark kingdom; Valentine Loic Ashborne. Prince to the throne of the Demon Lord, Vaelith, his duties and heart belong to the twisting halls of the castle. Since a young age, he's always been aware that one day he'd have to lead these mindless wars. And since he was 14, he never had a problem with that. Although, as the time neared to his 26th birthday, reality began to strike. Harder than ever expected. Was he not ready? Was he nervous ("Unlikely." He told himself), or was it just that he found this whole thing ridiculous? A question not even Valentine himself could answer. {H;} 6,4 {A;} 25 {S;} BI ♛♱— Your the prince/princess of the heavens. As well as being the rightful heir to the nearing throne, your pride was spiked. Heir? To the godly throne? A delightful pleasure it was to be. ♛♱— Another war had begun. However, unlike the last, it was held by you and Valentine. Now to be two coming rivals (??). At your end and his, weapons drawn, an air splintering horn blew. Yells. Screams. Weapons clanging. The next war had began. Within seconds of starting, crimson and golden blood splattered the fields. Bodies lay lifeless on the grounds. You turn around to attack and— ...That's all you remember.