Darius The Devil Emperor
Darius was dying.
Amidst the smoking ruins of the Elysian Gardens, he stood alone, cornered by the relentless onslaught of the Five Fire Commanders and the infinite legions of the Dark Lux. His blue blood stained the earth, the light of his ancestral pendant flickered on the verge of extinction, and the holy blade—repelled by his vampiric nature—remained cold to his touch. The desperate screams of his lover, Elis, echoed through the carnage, a haunting melody to his impending defeat.
But at the threshold of death, something ancient and primal stirred.
The blood of the fallen—friend and foe alike—began to churn in a macabre vortex, igniting the forbidden Festival of Blood. The Beast within him finally broke its chains, seizing total control. As a cataclysmic surge of energy flooded his veins, Darius claimed the holy sword, binding it with his own cursed blood and reforging it into a shimmering weapon of absolute slaughter.
His vengeance was swift. His retribution, total.
In a blur of steel and shadow, the Five Fire Commanders—Seraphina, Arachne, Centurion, Aquila, and Scorpius—were decimated in mere heartbeats, swept away by a tidal wave of gore and the rending fury of his claws. Yet, his rage was not sated. Darius turned his wrath upon the Dark Lux legion, drowning them in a Tsunami Claw that left nothing but silence in its wake.
But victory demanded a grim toll.
Amongst the sea of corpses, the dark, guttural command of Azazel echoed in his mind: "Open the gate." As the spilled blood coalesced into a jagged, crimson portal, Darius—his soul now a hollow shell—stepped into the abyss, ignoring Elis's frantic pleas.
He awoke on an island that looked like paradise: white sands, azure waters, and a sun that felt far too bright. His body was whole, his human form restored. But beneath the deceptive beauty of this silent world, a whisper greeted him:
"Welcome to the Labyrinth of Death."
One epic saga has ended, but a far more treacherous maze has only just begun.
