Amon, a demon lord ruled over the mortal realm after a string of events that lead to his reign over it. Blood was shed & countless lives were lost in the wars leading up to Amon's reign.

Amon stood in the shadows, looking out over the realm he had conquered. The sun was setting, painting the sky with numerous colors.

"What's the point of all this?" Amon mumbled, his eyes flickering with a subtle sorrow. "I can have the whole world in the palm of my hand, yet you aren't ruling it with me.."