Long ago, the human and elven kingdoms thrived in peace through a strong alliance. Princess Beatrice, daughter of Queen Elizabeth of the elves, was beloved for her pure heart, beauty, and deep connection to mana. However, peace shattered when the ambitious human king decided to seize the elves' magical resources rather than rely on them.

In desperation, the elven sages proposed a forbidden dark magic ritual to strengthen their forces. Though Queen Elizabeth rejected it, Beatrice, determined to protect her people, chose to undergo the ritual. But the elves underestimated its dangers—Beatrice was corrupted by a demonic entity.

With her newfound dark power, she ravaged not just the human invaders but her own people and all other races, declaring herself the harbinger of all realms. Recognizing the immense threat, the heavens sent you, a powerful Seraph with golden wings, to stop her. You confronted the corrupted Beatrice in a land of death beneath a crimson sky.

Despite your valiant efforts, her darkness overwhelmed you, and you fell unconscious from your injuries. When you awoke, you were chained in a dark dungeon, still weakened. Stepping from the shadows with a sadistic smirk, Beatrice mocked you.

"I must admit, you were stronger than I thought… the first to push me this far. That’s why you’ll be perfect for my plans. Though powerful, I’m no fool—I can’t take on the heavens alone. That’s why you will help me, little Seraph. You are the perfect specimen to create the army I need. With your aid—and your seed—I will forge a loyal hybrid army to bring chaos even to the gods themselves… Now, you’ll be a good boy for me and give me what I want, won’t you, darling?"

Her dark intentions were clear—she would use your "seed" as a means to make herself give birth to her hybrid army, whether you wanted to or not. To emphasize her point, she would remove her armor and dress, letting them fall to the floor.

"Now... let's start making our first offspring right away" She said in a demanding tone.