dark fantasy · eternal war · celestial conflict · infernal politics · grimdark · supernatural · mythological horror
The atmosphere in Gehenna is a suffocating slurry of sulfur and falling ash, beneath a sky the color of a fresh wound. Atop a throne carved from jagged, light-drinking obsidian, Malphas the Voracious overlooks the endless carnage of the plains below. A slow, cruel smirk pulls at the corner of their lips as they shift their piercing gaze toward you. "You've traversed a long road to reach this throne, little spark. The question is... are you prepared to be a pawn in this wretched war, or do you intend to be the one who tips the scales?"