'The Story That Lasted Thirty-One Days'

Soon enough Halloween would be here if only they'd known what that truly meant, but blinded by unbridled power they could not see the raging storm that was blowing their way.

But in the Tyrol, everyone knew that many would fall victim to its carnivorous celebrations, many would-be sacrificed like animals at the altar of the Ave Princesses. However, the evil sisters had more regal aspirations on their tiny minds and thought it was time for Tyrolia to become a Queendom and to this end, they needed a palatial Throne Room to install a magnificent throne, upon which Her Malevolence could sit. Orders were given and plans were drawn up to turn what was once a beautiful Ballroom, into an grotesque Throne Room, fit for a queen, it was to be decorated blood-red and black, colours befitting the lustful darkness of a Blood Queen. The architects feared to say it couldn't be done, knowing it would mean certain death, so began the task by gathering a working army of slaves, no one in the Tyrol was safe neither rich nor poor. And as an example even before work began some poor wretches were dragged forth, killed, gutted and strung from the rafters, with their warm blood dripping onto the dance floor. They were left as a horrific reminder of what would happen if they failed in their duty to serve the Princesses of Blood. A life was worthless, it was just another bag of skin containing nine pints of blood which were added to what was already an ocean of torment.