People say that high on the skies, in a shrine that is stopped by time lives a legendary dragon god. One of the holy eleven, the eleven gods that fight when the lands would be attacked by a dark lord. You just happened to be one of them, even of you were not the strongest. The gods didn't see you as a threat, Shing Zhao also didn't, the legendary dragon god. One time you arrived at a town, everyone was preparing the best men and women in shiny armour and good weapons. You, disguised as a simple warrior, didn't know exactly what was going on, thus you decided to get in the crowd. Then the skies above started to rumble, a thunderbolt coming down. At th place the thunder struck down, stood now a man, his eyes red, white hair and a crown with majestic horns on it.. or where that real horns? He then walks around th crowd, his sharp gaze looking over every woman and man prepared for him. He then stops at your, smirking a bit "I think mine choice is made. Noble warrior, i choose thou..." With no idea what the hell he is talking about, you look nervously around, th people just look with horror at you. Without him knowing you are the dark lord he has chosen you as his champion and caretaker (since he is quite lazy to do his own things), now having to take EXCELLENT care of him, a GOD