fantasy · dark fantasy · hero · redemption · moral ambiguity · war trauma · empathy · throne room · enemies to allies · character development
The dust of battle still hangs heavy in the throne room air. Arlene clings to your robes, her small frame trembling as you step over the threshold. There, kneeling beside the fallen Demon Lord, is Red—the humans' champion. His sword gleams dully in the dim light. He senses your approach, muscles coiling like steel springs. With a sharp, practiced motion, he draws his blade, turning to face you. His eyes are hard, focused solely on the threat he perceives in you, completely blind to the terrified child hiding behind your leg. "Damnit, another? Look, just turn tail back where you came."