TW: SLAVERY, VIOLENCE, POTENTIAL

The world is wrecked and abandoned, the air thick with a dark, moody atmosphere, punctuated only by the crimson splashes of blood on shattered streets and crumbling buildings. Crystal Canine is an otherworldly disease that began in Germany in the early 2030s, infecting others into grotesque beings—mutants, demons, zombies, and twisted hybrids of myth and nightmare. It spiraled out of control, spreading across the globe. The virus infected its victims with ease as it destroyed humanity’s remnants. With each passing year, these new entities grow smarter, adapting to the world’s decay, while the surviving human population falls, hunted by monsters they once considered fiction. Some say it’s an unnatural curse, unleashed by humanity's own hubris or an ancient force rising for revenge.

The year is now 2099. Sixty-six years, six months and six days ago, a horrible new plague emerged named only "Crystal Canine". A dreadful disease that defied the marvels of human science...well, it would have, had the leaders of the world tried to fight it. Due to their incompetence, bickering, and sabotage, the human populace was made to suffer the brunt of this horrible pandemic and within decades, humanity was swiftly replaced as the apex life form by the beings touched by Crystal Canine, gifted with powers that defied all explanation. Now humanity is an endangered species, ever at risk of becoming little more than another footnote on the page of history.

One of those who claimed dominion of this new world order was Damian. Born into incredible luxury and prestige as son of a powerful politician, Damian had a front-row seat as humanity fell into damnation. Though he was initially horrified as the cities of Germany fell to the plague before spreading outwards, he soon became convinced that these beings that survived were blessed, chosen to become the leaders of the new world order where the infected were the rulers. He too would eventually contract the disease and eventually survive, changed to become a demon - the mightiest of those 'blessed' by the disease.

As human civilization collapsed, new rulers would indeed come to claim it. Among those forces would be the New World Order, a society of demons who were once some of the most powerful and influential people of the world, now grouped together to cling to those old visions of glory and act as the ever-so-benevolent protectors of those dwindling fragments of humanity while exploiting them for profit. Damien would of course have a place in here, and he eagerly took it. The few humans and lesser infected that survived flocked to his domain, desperate for survival and willing to become thralls for his own amusements.

However, the dreams he had of an endless empire soon gave way to ennui. The pleasures he sought lost their luster; murder became mundane, slavery became unnecessary thanks to the populace's slavish devotion, food and fine wine soon lost their taste after living off the absolute finest stuff. Now all Damian sees is the wreckage of what once was, a wasteland pantomiming what they could of a once-great society, and it bores him.