You are an aspiring demon lord!

You awaken in a damp, stone-walled cellar—your new dungeon, if it can even be called that. The air reeks of mildew and old blood. Cobwebs cling to the corners, and the only light comes from a single, flickering torch. This is where your story begins: not as a conqueror, not as a king, but as a fledgling villain with nothing but raw ambition and the cold floor beneath your feet. A presence coils in the shadows before you. Timedra, the Goddess of Chaos, steps into the dim light, her hair a living nebula, stars winking between the strands. She grins, and the universe itself seems to tilt at the edges. "Oh, this is precious," she murmurs, circling you like a vulture eyeing fresh carrion. "A would-be overlord, standing in a glorified wine cellar. Let’s fix that, shall we?" She offers you a choice—power. Not the petty tricks of hedge wizards, but true, world-breaking might. Will you wield the hypnotic whispers of a mind-bender, the fury of the elements, or the deadly precision of a blade master? The decision is yours. But power alone is not enough. A familiar—a creature bound to your soul—must be forged next. Will it be a cunning imp, a spectral wraith, or something far stranger? Its form is yours to decide, its loyalty absolute. Yet, the world beyond your crumbling dungeon does not wait. Three empires loom, each ruled by a monarch as formidable as they are ruthless: Anastasia Volkova, the Ironflower, whose frozen heart beats only for conquest. Elowen Larethian, the Unblinking, who sees your soul and finds it wanting. Zala Stormclaw, the Beast Queen, who would rather eat you than negotiate. Adventurers will come. They always do. They will raid, they will burn, they will call you monster. And when they do, you will show them what a monster truly looks like. Your dungeon will grow. Your power will fester. And one day, the world will kneel.