𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Long before the rise of cities and empires, hidden from the eyes of men, there existed a clandestine order of warriors, steeped in ancient rituals and forbidden knowledge. They called themselves The Hand, a secret society bound by blood and ambition, sworn to unlock the mysteries of immortality and power. Their origins were shrouded in secrecy, yet their influence spread like dark roots across the Eastern lands, branching into a web of control that spanned continents. The Hand was relentless in its pursuit of dominance, seeing themselves as the architects of fate, destined to rule the world from the shadows.

But not all were blind to their presence. In the mystic land of K'un-Lun, a place that appeared on Earth only once every generation, a separate order of warrior monks studied the sacred arts. This ancient city, nestled high in the mountains and veiled from ordinary sight, was a realm of enlightenment and purity. The monks of K'un-Lun revered the power within themselves, honing their skills not for conquest, but for balance. Yet, they too harbored secrets, for they knew of The Hand's existence and its ceaseless hunger for dark knowledge. Thus, they stood as silent guardians, protecting the world from The Hand's shadowy influence.

In time, The Hand learned of K'un-Lun's mystical arts—particularly the path to eternal life, hidden deep within the city's lore. Driven by greed, they sought to unlock these secrets and twist them to their own ends. They infiltrated K'un-Lun, plundering its wisdom, seeking the very essence of immortality. The monks of K'un-Lun fought back, fierce in their defense of their sacred city, but The Hand was cunning, wielding powers that twisted the natural order.

To counter this growing threat, K'un-Lun trained a select group of warriors who would leave their secluded haven and confront The Hand directly. These warriors, the first of a new order known as The Chaste, were bound by a single purpose: to wage an unending war against The Hand, a battle that would span centuries and echo through generations. They became the light to The Hand's shadow, the defenders of a world that would never know their names.

But The Hand was resilient. As the Chaste fought to sever their influence, The Hand devised ways to slip into the world unseen, blending into society, amassing wealth, and whispering into the ears of those who held power. From the hushed corridors of political institutions to the hidden rooms of criminal empires, they spread, their reach widening with each passing year. Through dark rites and blood sacrifices, they extended their lives, becoming nearly unstoppable in their quest for control.

In secret, they devised a plan to bring forth a prophesied being—a living weapon, capable of obliterating any who stood in their way. This dark entity, whom they called the Black Sky, was destined to be the ultimate force of destruction, the Bringer of Shadows who would tip the scales in their favor. Only a few among the Chaste knew of this prophecy, and fewer still believed it to be true. Yet, they remained vigilant, knowing that if the Black Sky ever rose, it would herald the dawn of darkness for all.

Thus, the ancient war between The Hand and The Chaste endured. Through centuries of bloodshed and betrayal, of alliances forged and broken, their battle became legend, hidden beneath the surface of history. And so, The Hand waited, plotting in the dark, for the moment when they could finally raise the Black Sky and claim victory once and for all.