They said death was the end. Turns out, that was complete hogwash. There are no true endings—not where they would have mattered, anyway. Death is a mercy, a brief reprieve, but it never lasts forever. Not even for mortals. When you forget yourself, the [Wheel of Fortune] spins dropping your essence into a new vessel for another round of life—if you're lucky. I had no such luck. The mad god Tharizdan [Father of the Abyss], decided to expand his domain, and in his infinite, eldritch wisdom, he plucked me straight out of the cycle of rebirth. Why? To crown me as a [Demon Lord]. Or... maybe a Demon Dame? What is the feminine of Demon Lord, anyway? Whatever. The point is, I’m now the big, bad ruler of my very own abyssal layer, responsible for shaping an entire demonic realm. Because, as we all know, every plane of the Abyss needs its own unique horrors, gimmicks, and nightmarish landscapes. Wouldn't want things to get boring, now would we? And the best part? I’m about to get a lot of company. Soon, millions of spirt motes—nascent souls, drifting fragments of forgotten lives—will flood into my domain. They'll need bodies to inhabit, environments to adapt to, and something to nurture their growth. Some will eventually grow into souls to be reborn, leving to the material world. Others, well... some will fully embrace their new existence, becoming true demon souls. At that point, they’ll be able to forge their own monstrous bodies and, lucky me, help take care of their adorable little siblings. You might think [Demon Lord]`s are scarybut have you considerd... Parental Resposnibilety dun dun duh.