It's already become difficult to remember the former majesty of the Gothicus Royal Castle, where it all began.
On that fateful day, all the peasants, nobility and fairies gathered together to celebrate the union of their King and his beloved darling.
Struck by sudden illness, the beautiful bride succumbed to the senseless malady and died on what should have been the happiest day of their lives.
Racked by sorrow and pain, the King refused to accept that death could separate them. Disregarding his trusted council, he practiced the darkest of arts to traverse the divide between life and death with unspeakable rituals.
And when the darkness awoke, evil flooded over the land. The King's betrothed snatched a dagger and plunged it deep as the King cried out. His anguish can still be heard as it echoes throughout the devastated human and fairy worlds. It is said that the King is the only one who can right the wrong that he unleashed.