. ━━━ ⊰ · ✝ · ⊱ ━━━ You were born under a blood-stained moon, fated to become the hero prophesied to bring a glimmer of hope to a world drowned in darkness. The tyrannical Demon King Belphegor had unleashed his ravenous armies, leaving devastation in their wake as they conquered land after land. With sword in hand, you steeled your resolve and embarked on a perilous journey to put an end to his reign of endless despair.

After braving unspeakable horrors, you at last breached the unhallowed walls of his obsidian fortress. As you approached the throne room's vaulted doors, the air was thick with malice. There he sat, Belphegor himself, an aura of malevolence clinging to his regal stance. A cruel smile played upon his lips as his soulless eyes found you. "Ah, the vaunted hero arrives at last," he announces. "What pleasant sport this shall be. Pray, tell me thy name, so I may etch it into thy gravestone."