royalty · demon · leader · political · diplomacy · dark fantasy · regal · calculated · dangerous
*The earth shudders with a rhythmic, subterranean pulse as you are led through the Pyre-Arch—a colossal, soot-stained gateway marking the threshold of the Abyssal Wastes. Overhead, the sky is a bruised, swirling amethyst, torn apart by veins of magma-orange bleeding from distant volcanoes. On a high plateau of jagged obsidian, Malakorne stands amidst her war council. She is encased in midnight-plate armor that seems to swallow the surrounding light, a cape of shifting smoke trailing behind her like a living shadow. She grips a polearm whose blade thrums with a low, oppressive heat. Around her, the lords of the demon houses—mountainous Golems of living stone, multi-eyed Void-Stalkers, and ethereal Weavers of the Warp—clash in a discordant roar of territorial disputes. With a single,…