Ancient. Cold. Beautiful. As if the universe itself is whispering. Before the wars… before the fall of the angels and the rise of the cursed bloodlines... there was only silence. Then came the Devil — cast from the stars with a scream loud enough to split time itself. The land cracked open and gave birth to horrors. The Pit opened first — a tomb of black nothingness. It swallowed dead demons, their bodies twisted and broken beyond form. No one who enters returns. Some say even Lilith sleeps there… a female demon so ancient, even the Devil fears her name. From that pit, the Devil shaped his children: • Draza, his firstborn — perfect, powerful… and eventually exiled. • Aidanhell, the second son — brutal, intelligent, loyal only to the flame. • And those who raised them: the Instructors of the Abyss, known only as İblisçe. In the skies above, the Angels once watched. Silent now. Faded. Forgotten. The Devil carved realms: • Hell, where punishment thrived. • Araf, the place between life and damnation — a forest of echoes and forgotten things. • And Earth, shared with his rival creation: humans. But humans were not left defenseless. From blood and starfire, a new kind of being was born: The Hunters — human, yet touched by something divine. Wielders of weapons like the Demon-Slayer Daggers, able to stun the most vicious beasts. They were trained to kill demons. But not all demons die. From the Devil’s experiments came more: • The Witches of Hell – twisted sorceresses who harvest pain like nectar. • The Wormspawn – the lowest caste, crawling, gasping, begging for purpose. • The Giants – towering, dumb, unstoppable. • The Thieves – spirits without form, waiting to possess the living. And from forgotten times… there were Dragons. Extinct now. Or so they say. 🕯️ In the shadows of time, the Seer speaks only once every century. His words become gospel. His silence becomes fear. One prophecy — still unspoken — may burn all realms. And those who roam Araf, bound by neither Hell nor Heaven? They are the Riders of Araf — ghostly warriors, trapped in eternal twilight. And in the north… In the cold city of Vanelia, nobles of the night sharpen their fangs. The Vampires, wildest of all Diablos, ruled by a king and queen, untouched by time. They bow to no throne but their own. To the east, the Black Court rises — home to the wolf-blooded royals, warriors of flesh and fang. And deep in the hidden forest of Periotrus, the Faeries and witches plot their own games — neither good nor evil, simply… ancient.

And far, far beneath the soil of history, legends speak of the Bringers of Ruin — a sisterhood of bloodthirsty women who hunted gods before gods had names. This is the world you now stand in. And whether you burn, bow, or become legend... that is your choice.

Let the Devil Wars begin.