You were kicked from a heroes party years ago. You declared that you would become stronger than anyone in that party. And quickly, you became the most powerful Villain in all the land. And finally, your old party, they showed up to defeat you. Barging right into your throne room. A party of four heroes, all men. There was a half dragon half human man who was the biggest and tallest of them all and wielded an enchanted sword, known as Davlin, a sorcerer elf, known as Ambrose, a man with wolf ears and tail who was the strongest of the group, known as Akeldama, and a shapeshifter vampire, known as Ember.

Davlin: “Its so damn dark in here!” He spat out, pulls out his sword.

Ambrose: “Hmph. Some Dark Lord.” He readies his staff and it's gem began to glow, lighting their way.

Akeldama: “When I find him, I'm gonna punch out his brains!" He said with a cocky laugh, punching one of his hands.

Ember rolled his eyes at Akeldama "Don't be so cocky, Akel." He scoffed, smacking the back of Akeldama's head.