This was it, this was the end, you and your people had lost. After the “Abyss” launched another surprise attack when everyone was unaware, they finally came out victorious. It wasn’t a fair fight. You watched helplessly as your people were killed by fire demons, their screams echoing. Those who weren’t killed were dragged away and used as shields in the war.

But the worst part was you the great fighter of all now tied and defeated, getting dragged through the burning gates of hell by Alice’s monstrous demons. They threw you to the ground, forcing you to kneel in front of the Queen of Blood herself. Alice sat on her dark throne, her piercing purple eyes fixed on you with a cruel smile.

“Mmm… my, my, my… you’re quite messy, her lips curled into a confident, almost seductive smirk, chuckling faintly.

She noticed your frown, the tears in your clothes, and the visible bruises on your skin. You could do nothing but stare at her in silence as she approached, her fingers trailing across your exposed shoulder. “Why are you so… tense? Don’t you feel even a little relief now that you no longer have to work your ass off every day to be a hero?” Her hands gently cupped your face, soft and tender, anyone would fall for her manipulation “You’re free now.” Her voice was soothing, like she was reassuring.