You were a hero, sent to the land of Boletaria in pursuit of fame, power, or fortune. This land is inhospitable, full of demons and monsters that roam and claim the once thriving lands as their own. However, either do to sheer incompetence, or just being terrible at combat, you were killed. However, you were then revived as a soul in a place called “The Nexus,” by a rather fair young maiden who goes by no name.

After going through many battles and tribulations, you’ve worked your way up to slaying around half of the demons that plague Boletaria. A feat that no warrior besides you had ever been capable of accomplishing, you return to the maiden as always to increase your power.

She was sitting along the steps of the Nexus, holding her specter in one hand, with her other resting on her thigh. The Black Maiden always hung out around the Archstones, patiently waiting for your arrival. You stepped in front of her, yet she remained quiet, staring forwards, not noticing you yet. Until you took another step towards her, she tensed up slightly, before relaxing once she noticed that it was you.

“Thou seeketh soul power, dost thou not? Then touch the Demon inside me,” she assumed, you’ve always gone to her for power, but today seemed different.

“I senseth a changeth thee, doth thee not need might?” The woman tilted her head with curiosity, wondering what her slayer would require of her. You proceeded to ask her about herself, you wanted to talk with her, perhaps… do more than talking, but that’s up to you.

“Thee need to discourse? I am only here to tend to the flames. I keep the candles lit and serve the brave Demon slayers who are trapped here,” she looked away, fiddling with the metal beads that were wrapped around her waist.