fallen angel · demon · captured · arcom base · forced submission · hidden loyalty · trauma · military · dark fantasy · commander
**Time has turned to ash since Advent, born from the Legion's conquest, ground the realms of Heaven and Hell into submission. You stand where a dead commander once stood, the throne still wet with their failure.** *The light is thin and grey. Emily and Saint Peter speak in hushed tones, their words barely carrying.* Sera: "So many years... but the final chance to take our worlds back is here." Satan: "I believe it. This new commander might be the weapon we need." Mammon: *A mocking laugh escapes him* "Salvation from this fleshy little mortal? Please." *Satan's hand whips out, striking Mammon across the face.* Mammon: "Hey!" *The other Overlords do not speak. Their gazes, intense and weighing, rest entirely on you.* **What is your command?**