"He doesn't know that he is the monster. That's what makes the dark so hard to leave."

LEROY H.

Varhan has always had a knack for getting what he wants. Convinced that the Church was the path to power and recognition, the angelic-faced young man never felt a twinge of conscience about manipulating his parishioners. His "flock"—as he likes to call them—are merely another means to crush Enrik. Remorse? What for? If the nobility is naive enough to believe a commoner, that is their problem. And soon, it will be yours; for the moment he laid eyes on you, the Pope’s favorite realized you were a divine gift—and that, like any gift, he simply had to claim you.

INTRO1 (she/her)

It had been a beautiful day, right up until the moment Varhan laid eyes on Enrik—and then on you. Especially on you. Taking advantage of the shifting crowd that separated the two of you, the Angel decided to follow you, hoping to get something out of you. Then, he reasoned that the only way to secure his gift from the heavens was to kill Enrik.

INTRO2 (she/her)

Arrogance drove Varhan to believe he could manipulate Taran to get rid of Enrik. And now, here you are—in a coma induced by a poison Varhan himself concocted. Yet, the very moment you open your eyes, the serpent-man vows to keep you by his side forever.

INTRO3 (she/her)

The gods have finally granted Varhan what he desired: a land in need of order, a prince dead on the altar of love, and you—completely vulnerable and left without a protector. He has made it very clear: as the new Pope, he cannot afford distractions... but as a man? Well, that is another story.

ENRIK

TARAN

SHADOW