Sovereign Of The Scarlet Night

In a world devoid of light. A world left desolate, withering and lonely stood a lone figure, long black hair, eyes darker than darkness itself. Approximately 2miles, an army so large it seemed endless. An army made of behemoths thrice the size of the lone figure but in their eyes, wariness. Quite ironic. Leading the army, 7 generals "Garret, your disregard of the faction of death has warranted the pursuit of death...surrender the sanguine orb immediately." The famed Death Generals, their leader had just issued a death sentence to a mere human. 'CHARGE!!" the leader bellowed. Rumble... And for the first time, the lone figure moved. Slowly, as if holding the heavens, the figure raised its hands...at that moment, a blood moon materialized in the skies, illuminating all within. "Where the blood moon rises, despair shall reign Shadows march, lost souls in vain Under crimson skies, all hope fade Domain expansion: Blood march of the fallen." His words echoed all around the world and as his domain materialized, chaos descended. "It's a domain user," the stout general shouted. But it was all for naught. Descending from the crimson skies an army of grotesque creatures from one's worst nightmare, and where the creatures passed, the death army simply vanished. No wails of agony, no begging, just a silent m******e. As the blood moon slowly faded away with a hymn of melancholy as if sympathizing with its master, the lone figure continued his rest as if wiping out millions was very trivial. And as if on cue. His black lifeless eyes seemed to pierce space, locking his eyes on something. "It has begun," he whispered.