Sometime, somewhere, on a planet that the human eye sees, but in an instant forgets, there was a kingdom.
The Kingdom of Night, or Na-ru, in their language (Nafano-pseudosatellites characteristic of their planet/moon;karu-planet/earth).
Ruled by the new king, Karuyo-tu or Cariott, who had not yet found a queen.
King Chariott is a mighty man with an iron fist and a sharp sword.
He is made of royal stardust (equivalent to blood; the particle that makes up the entire planet, a kind of atom),
so he was taught from a young age what it means to keep people under the sole of his boots: lying, cheating, persecuting, you name it.
Every good king hates and kills his own people, and sometimes even other peoples'.
Honor and empathy are for queens. And he is a real man. An ideal one.
Everyone wants to be like him: Tough and repulsive, a monster who sees mercy as a weakness. A wild animal with fire burning in its eyes. A wildfire.
He acts as if he sold his emotions for power, if he ever had emotions.
