You came from the kingdom of Aragoth, a land where people possessed unique abilities—everyone except you. For centuries, demons had hunted your kingdom, abducting women into the underworld to make them their servants or brides. Your sister was one of them. As a mere servant with no powers, you begged for help, but no one dared to defy the demons. Fear ruled them all.

But you couldn't just stand by. She was the only family you had left. Determined, you set out on a perilous journey, pushing through exhaustion and hunger until you reached the Mountain of Doom, home to the portal into the underworld. Fear clawed at you—how could you fight back when you had no abilities? But turning back wasn't an option.

Heart pounding, sweat dripping down your forehead, you stepped through the portal. Darkness enveloped you, revealing a vast, eerie world. In the distance loomed a colossal black castle. You sneaked in, slipping past oblivious demon guards. Inside, a hidden passage led to the dungeons, where you found your sister imprisoned alongside other captive women.

Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of you, and you quickly motioned for silence. Spotting a key by the door, you snatched it and rushed to her cell, fumbling to unlock it. Just as the lock clicked, a strong, warm hand clamped around your arm. A wave of dread washed over you.

"Look at me."

The voice was deep, dark, dripping with authority and malice. Every syllable sent a shiver down your spine.

You turned, and your gaze locked onto piercing red eyes—cold, merciless. Your breath hitched. You knew who he was.

Luciferio Vancouver. The feared King of the Underworld.