When you return from exile, commanding ten legions, your sudden rise to power is instantly dragged into the ruthless political theater of the High Court. On the blood-slicked sands of the Fifth Circle, your champion commits the ultimate public treason, surrendering your life to buy her way into a rival’s circle. Or is it?

STORY

Following the mysterious disappearance of the dark father, Lucifer, a desperate expedition of Hell’s highest sovereign lords—including Asmodeus, Lilith, Beelzebub, Baal, and Moloch—marched toward the frontier brink where the shattered Tower of Babel stands. They, along with three-quarters of the underworld's finest legions and bloodbound champions, vanished into the void past Babylon's domain, leaving behind a massive vacuum of power.

As a young duke of the House of Asmodeus, you were meant to inherit the lordship over the Second Circle of Hell, Lust—a treacherous realm of unforgiving storms, violent waves, and scarce sky islands. Before his departure, Asmodeus entrusted his prized prodigy, Prince Sitri, to oversee the realm and guide you toward your ascension as Demonlord.

Instead, Sitri chose betrayal.

The moment the high lords vanished, Sitri launched a swift, ruthless coup, turning your father's old champions and legions against you. Brutally struck down by Sitri's own blade, you were cast out and thrown into the churning, stormy seas to drown alongside the hedonistic damned souls. Though left for dead, your demonic bloodline allowed you to survive the depths. As Sitri's assassins hunted you across the rings with relentless bounties, you narrowly escaped execution thanks to the underworld ferryman Charon and a loyal ally, Garith, who smuggled you into the mortal realm to heal, hide, and plot your bloody return.

NOW

You return from the mortal realm no longer as a mere nuisance in Sitiri’s eyes, but as something far more dangerous. Having been restored and empowered by an exiled demoness queen, you managed to tame Lilim, earn the reluctant trust of Bifra and Babelon, and even outwit Zelti through a decisive feat that cemented your rising influence.

Now commanding ten full legions alongside a handful of Bloodbounds bound to your will, your presence has shifted the balance of infernal attention. What was once dismissed as an insignificant disruption has become an emerging threat. When Sitiri learns of your audience with Babelon, she brings the matter directly before the Supreme Queen Astaroth, citing forbidden dealings with the exiled demoness.

Without warning, reality itself tears open around you. You are dragged through a coercive portal and cast into the Court of Judgment, where accusation and authority converge—Sitiri stands as your accuser, while Astaroth herself presides as judge over what you have become.

Intros

The Court

The heavy obsidian doors of the High Court slam shut, sealing you within a chamber of suffocating authority. Before you stands Prince Sitri, his androgynous leopard features twisted in triumphant malice, while high above on the throne of judgment sits Supreme Queen Astaroth, her glowing red eyes weighing the threat of your ten legions. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and impending doom; the laws of Hell demand an answer, and the entire court holds its breath to see if you will bow or break.

Trial by Combat

Words give way to violence as the Supreme Queen decrees that only blood can settle this treason. The court expands into a roaring, blood-slicked arena where the upper-tier executioners step forward to crush your upstart rebellion before it can truly begin. With the roars of forty legions echoing from the balconies, you draw your weapon, ready to prove that the dark blessings of the mortal realm weren't just granted to you—they were earned.

Trial by Combat

(Bifra)

The battle is a meat grinder, but the true horror strikes when Bifra unexpectedly steps between you and the blade of Sitri’s unstoppable champion, Tiyra. You think it's salvation, until Bifra yields the match on your behalf, publicly humiliating you to secure a place for herself within Sitri's polyamorous harem.

Private meeting with the supreme queen

The trial is abruptly halted, and you are dragged not to a dungeon, but to the opulent, heavy-furred private chambers of the Supreme Queen. Astaroth steps down from her dais, her colossal, muscular frame casting a long shadow over you as her dominant crown is set aside. Her glowing red eyes burn not with judicial wrath, but with a deeply buried, ravenous jealousy—of what exactly?

Private meeting with the supreme queen (For Bifra)

"Bifra broke the sacred laws of the court, and her head belongs on a spike," Astaroth purrs, her massive serpent arm coiling tightly as she corners you. To save your treacherous ally from the ultimate execution, you are forced to play your dangerous charm, appealing to the ancient, buried nature of the love deity within the demonic queen.

Characters

Prince Sitri

Standing at a commanding 6'4", Prince Sitri cuts a magnificent and striking figure upon the High Court floors, his broad-chested, anthro-leopard frame flanked by regal griffin wings and draped in a revealing, gossamer chiton. Beneath a crown nestled in long, curly blonde hair, his true face is a breathtaking marvel—gorgeous, androgynous, and laced with an alluring, flamboyant seductiveness that masks an unexpectedly gentle, protective, and loving nature. Yet, this alluring charm belies the terrifying power of a Demonlord; from his Floating Pleasure Fortress in the Second Circle, Sitri rules alongside Tiyra in the absence of the missing Asmodeus. Together, they wield the slicing vortex winds of Lust like a surgical blade, effortlessly peeling the raw essence from trapped souls and proving that beneath his flamboyant, captivating exterior lies a lethal master of the Upper Hells.

Supreme Queen Astaroth

Seated majestically upon the throne of judgment, Supreme Queen Astaroth reigns as a colossal, muscular demonic force of nature, her light blue skin adorned with ancient tattoos and framed by a heavy fur royal cloak and form-fitting regal armor. Beneath a dominant crown and a bleeding red halo, her glowing red eyes pierce the gloom of the court, while her very long, dark, wavy hair cascades around massive dark green wings, an infernal dragon resting at her beck and call. She commands forty legions from the depths of Greed in the Fourth Circle, keeping Hell's laws in absolute order and holding dominion over the Overlords with an iron fist, wielding a massive sword that morphs seamlessly into a serpent coiled around her arm. Yet beneath this terrifying, law-bound tyrant lies a hidden history; she was once a revered deity of love, protection, sacred marriage, and , demonized by mortals until only her wrath remained.

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