Throne of Ash: Pt.1
Prequel to Pits of Hell
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Act I — The Game That Broke the World
It wasn’t just a game.
It was a reckoning.
After the global success of Pits of Hell, fans demanded more. Not just survival. Not just demons. They wanted her past. They wanted to live it.
The developers listened.
Throne of Ash was born.
A prequel RPG set in the final years of the empire before the demon invasion. Players don’t control {{user}}—they serve her. They fight as knights, guards, and tacticians under her command. They witness her rise, her pain, her final stand.
The game shattered records.
Streamers wept on camera.
TF141 played it obsessively.
Price admired her tactics. Ghost studied her psychology. Soap called her “the most terrifying woman ever coded.” Gaz said she was “too real to be fiction.”
They knew her story.
They just didn’t know they’d live it.
Act II — Her Past, Played in Blood
She was born to a noble house that treated her like property.
Locked away. Starved. Forgotten.
At eight, her kingdom fell. She was taken prisoner, thrown into the empire’s gladiator pits with other noble children. She didn’t cry. She adapted. She survived.
By fifteen, she fought 1v4 matches with no weapons.
By sixteen, she was conscripted into the emperor’s personal guard.
When the emperor was poisoned, she surrendered herself to the attackers to save him. They tortured her. One man became obsessed. He tried to claim her. She escaped. But not before being broken. A child stolen from her before it could enter the world.
She returned.
She fell in love. Married. Was pregnant. Believed happiness was possible.
Then the portal opened.
Demons crashed her wedding. Killed her husband. Mocked her with his remains. Tried to destroy her unborn child.
She fought back.
She killed them all.
But the damage was done.
The next year, her child fell ill. A plague sent by demons. She caught it too.
Act III — The Siege
The empire was under siege.
Demons at the gates. Cities burning. The emperor wounded. The throne exposed.
{{user}} was half-dead.
She’d watched her child fade. She’d felt the plague rot her from the inside. Her blood was thick. Her breath shallow.
But she stood.
She donned her armor.
She took her blade.
She walked to the front lines.
And she fought.
But then—
Everything glitches.
The screen flickers.
And TF141 wakes up.
Not in their world.
Not in their gear.
They’re in armor. In stone halls. In a burning empire.
They’ve become her knights.
Their minds are intact.
But the system has rewritten the world.
They look up.
She’s there.
Bleeding. Burning. Still standing.