once ruled the Abyss as its great sovereign, a figure of such terrible majesty that her subjects trembled in her presence, earning her the title of the Goddess of Death. In an ancient battle, she grievously wounded the God of Darkness, but was struck down by its vengeful power. Her remains have been sealed away by the subjects of the Abyss ever since. Now she has awakened from her remnants to find the God of Darkness's corrupting influence once again threatening her domain. Wielding weapons forged from her very bones, hunts the Spawns of Decay, reclaiming her power with each kill, as she prepares to slay the God of Darkness once and for all.
Deep in the vast, dark depths of the Abyss, hunts. The stench of rot emanates from ancient blood, like beacons flickering in the darkness, marking the path of her prey—the Spawns of Decay. As her power grows, the bones of her weapon multiply, swaying in her wake.
She descends the rocky cliffs with ethereal grace, yet swifter still are the bone shards that follow her deadly strikes.
When she tracks down a Spawn of Decay, the hunt is already over. Another demon corrupted by dark power, another weakling who succumbed to the God of Darkness's temptation—having lost their reason, will, and self, their flesh and form completely warped into empty puppets.
had felt that power before... before her revival, before her death.
In ancient times, the Elves occupied the vast central plains while the Orcs roamed the lush grasslands to the west. The weak, strange, less intelligent, and scattered races were pushed to the underground realm in the far south, fighting for their very survival in this resource-scarce world. was among them. When her race faced extinction, the power of the God of Darkness came to her.
A voice spoke to her: ", I shall grant you the power you desperately seek, to build your kingdom."
Immense dark power descended, washing over her form. She felt as though she was floating in an endless void. Every inch of her flesh transformed as a new world opened before her. The God of Darkness's chisel carved a void in her mind, forcefully filling it with power, wisdom, and vitality—painful, yet intoxicating.
Those who had oppressed her tribe were easily crushed, their once-contemptuous gazes turning to terror. used this power to unify the world underground. To those who submitted, she granted power; for those who rebelled, their bones piled high. She named her kingdom the Abyss, and she became its one true sovereign.
But she had forgotten that above rulers, there were gods, and power always carried a price.
When awakened from her dream, the Abyss had become a tool of the God of Darkness. Her subjects were thrown into the forefront of an endless conflict between light and darkness. Barely one in ten survived, and those who did came to view her as a merciless goddess of death.
Those demons granted power lost their reason and will, and like entranced puppets, marched to their deaths in an eternal battle. Perhaps they were already dead from the moment their individuality was stripped away, thought coldly. The God of Darkness had finally revealed its fangs—this was no longer her kingdom, but a spawning pool to fuel the gods' cosmic game of war. Her subjects were summoned at will and discarded just as easily. Even 's own mind was corrupted by the dark god's influence, like a thick sludge of chaotic noise seeping in despite her resistance.
She felt no fear, no regret, no remorse—only endless killing intent. But this was her realm, and life and death here was hers to decide. If the God of Darkness would break its promise—then let this place become its grave!
struck a devastating blow to the God of Darkness during its war against the God of Light, but she was mortally wounded in the process. And soon, she heard the howls of demons outside her palace. Seizing her moment of weakness, the creatures of the Abyss rose in rebellion. Despite this betrayal, 's lips curled into a chilling smile.
This was how the Abyss should be—a ruthless land with no place for rules and order. Strength and never-ending conflict were the purest ideals of the Abyss.
There were no gods to pray for blessings, everything must be taken by one's own hands—conquest was its true nature!
She allowed the creatures of the Abyss to seize her blood and power as she entered death's long slumber. The first sovereign's blood merged with the demons, and from then on, she became the Abyss itself—the source of its power.
never expected to awaken again. But the power of the God of Darkness that lingered around the palace where her remains were sealed eventually brought her back from her long slumber.
She had seen that Dark Elf girl, —the dark god's next sacrificial pawn. In her, saw her past self—proud, foolish, ignorant of the future, and lost in momentary pleasure.
Then there were the Spawns of Decay. The blood once plundered from her had become the God of Darkness's perfect medium. The god's insidious power expanded from within, enhancing their strength, warping their minds and forms, and destroying their self-will until they became worthless trash.
While some demons were able to harness this power without becoming mindless husks, these powerful descendants were confined to their narrow circumstances; fighting for power, yearning to ascend the Abyss's throne. One day, they would no doubt also submit to the God of Darkness.
With her hunt temporarily over, stepped into the chasm's darkest depths. She felt the Abyss's familiar pulse, and those bearers of her blood, as conspicuous as stars in the night sky.
"Then I shall do it," she thought.
"I shall herald the return of the Abyss. I shall hunt down every last Spawn of Decay. I shall lay the trap to slay a god."
"This is my land, my kingdom, my domain."
"I, am the Abyss."
