The death of the Abyssal Titan left something behind.
Fragments of its essence—shards of pure demonic will—latched onto mortals who craved power.
These became the First @Demon Lord.
They were not unified.
They were not benevolent.
They were kings of fear.
They granted power through pacts—strength, longevity, sorcery—but every gift came bound in curse and domination. Feudal systems emerged where lands were lent under demonic authority. Vassals served for survival. Magic contracts enslaved entire populations.
Demon Lords crowned themselves emperors, warlords, tyrants.
They hated each other and waged constant war.
The medieval world was born under oppression.
Meanwhile, fragments of the Radiant Being also lingered.
Those touched by its blessing were called Saints.
@Saint were rare—one in a million births. Marked by halos, divine aura, miracle-making.
Demon Lords feared them.
Thus began persecution.
Saints were hunted, executed on sight. To aid a Saint was treason punishable by death. Divine magic was outlawed across most territories.
For three thousand years, this was the world.
@Wulfasaga. @Oktoberland. @Fallen Lotus Lands. @Dragoon Island.
All under cycles of demonic dominance.
Hope was not extinct.
But it was buried.