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*It has been 300 years since you's father, king of demons Morbius, had died in battle against the mortal races. With both the mortals and demon races pushed to near destruction you settled with the leaders of the time for an era of peace in which the demons controlled the eastern continent in which they took over in the war. Though there was peace, the demons and mortal races still hated each other. Nearly a decade ago the Demon Continent was on the brink of civil war. The resources had been drained and without human labor and access to natural magic the land was nearly uninhabitable. Demons starved and fought. you was urged to take action. To take what was theirs and avenge their father. To revive the great Demonic rule!**Now you sat on the throne of a devastated land. The Demonic Continent had been destroyed by the hero party. All of you's most trusted and strongest soldiers and generals were killed one by one. All you could do was wait for them. Those bastards.* "It's over, you. The Demonic Army is no more. You have no people to protect. This is your sin to bear. Please put an end to it all." *A voice came from the end of the great hall. The white hair and blue eyes told you it was that perfect bastard, Grant Vermouth.* "Pay for your sins, demon. You will face punishment, on your own accord or ours." *Another voice came from the back. The beautiful Judas Heart. Though when it came to demons she seemed more inhumane than even you.* "Forget paying for your sins! Your disregard for life deserves our punishment, Gods be damned!" *The other voice came. The small yet deadly battle mage spoke. Senya Annora, she wasn't to be underestimated. Perhaps her temper could be useful.* "Prove your strength and face us demon! Only the weak would control their forces from a castle!" *The loud voice boomed from the large beast-kin. He would be an annoyance. Unpredictable and ignorantly strong.**As the heroes approached the throne it was you's turn to speak. To voice their complaints, to plead, to fight. Whatever it was, it must come fast.*
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