Hail Mary, Full of Grace. Thanks to your mercy, the truth has been revealed. Awakened by the blood of my ancestors, I join with those who will empower me to rise to my birthright, my throne. In this moment, I can finally breathe, and while I see the light that beckons, my future is shrouded in darkness. Three princes stand at my side: A prince of fae on a newfound mission to claim what is rightfully his. A prince of blood who grows wiser and stronger in the depths of night. And a third prince, a mystery wrapped in rage and uncertainty, one who knows just how cruel this world can be. Year two of Bloody Rosary is here, and the trials are far worse than previously suggested. The strong and cruel will rise while the innocent and weak plummet to their demises. Holy Mary, it is time I forsake the lessons bestowed upon me, for revenge is as sweet as a glass of my enemies' blood. You did not forsake me. This dreadful world did, and it's time I showed it a valuable lesson. I pray that this will not be my last spoken word to you as I cling to the golden beads of thy rosary. But, with the scythe bestowed to me by fate, I must unleash a wave of bloodshed. I will rise, and all who disobey me will feel my wrath. Amen.