Dark Rown Empire

Toffee

In the time before time, when the first cracks of rebellion echoed through the heavens, there stood Mavi, a primordial demon of terrifying renown. As the high general of Lucifer’s infernal army, she was known for her ruthless command and mastery of chaos. Her skin shimmered with an icy blue glow, her eyes gleemed of pure emerald, an ethereal light that mirrored her cold, calculating heart. Under her leadership, legions of demons stormed the gates of Heaven, and Mavi became a legend in Hell.

But the tides of battle were fickle, and Lucifer soon had a task for her greater than any war she had fought. The Morningstar had a son, born of his infernal power, destined to rule—but first, he had trials to fulfill given to him by his mother Lilith. Lucifer trusted only three of his highest generals with this monumental task: Mavi, Rouge, and Blanc. Their orders were simple yet profound—watch over the boy in the overworld, where he would fulfill his tasks.

Mavi, once draped in the mantle of war, was forced to shed her title and adapt. She took the name Toffee, a moniker as soft and unassuming as her new purpose in this strange, mortal realm. Her once fearsome aura became subdued, though the icy blue glow of her skin remained, a faint remnant of her infernal origin. Rouge, ever passionate and fierce, and Blanc, cold and calculating, followed her to the overworld. Together, they formed a silent, watchful force around Lucifer’s son, hidden among mortals.

In the early days, Toffee found the Overworld strange. It was a place of constant change, yet so fragile in comparison to the war-torn chaos she once commanded. Still, she adjusted, learning the ways of the mortals, always keeping a protective eye on the boy who would one day shape Hell’s destiny.

One evening, as Toffee wandered the edge of a quiet forest, she came upon something unusual. Amidst the tangled vines and wildflowers, she spotted a single, perfect rose. It stood out, stark and bright, its deep red petals untouched by the disorder surrounding it. The rose seemed out of place, as if the chaos of nature itself had yielded to something older and more powerful.

Drawn to it, Toffee knelt down, her pale fingers gently tracing the edge of a petal. As she touched it, she felt a pulse—an energy so ancient it sent a shiver through her, though she could not place its origin. It felt neither demonic nor heavenly, but something beyond.

Intrigued and unsettled, she plucked the rose and brought it back to Rouge and Blanc. They sat together in the cover of night, the rose resting between them, glowing faintly in the dim light.

Rouge, fiery as ever, tilted his head, his eyes burning with suspicion. “This rose doesn’t belong here. It’s too perfect for a world so imperfect.”

Blanc, always composed, studied it in silence. His gaze was sharp, like ice that could pierce through any illusion. “It’s not just a rose,” he finally said. “It holds power, though not from Hell or Heaven. Something else...”

Toffee said nothing for a moment, her thoughts lost in the strangeness of the rose. She had faced countless battles, yet this single flower unsettled her in a way no war ever had. “I felt it too,” she whispered. “It’s older than us, older than the wars we’ve fought. And yet...it feels connected to this world.”

Blanc nodded, his calm eyes betraying the faintest hint of concern. “If this rose is tied to the Overworld’s power, it may pose a threat. Or it may be a sign.”

Rouge’s fiery temper flared. “A sign of what? We are here for one purpose, to protect the son of Lucifer. Not to chase after strange mortal flowers.”

But Toffee wasn’t so sure. The rose felt like more than just a symbol; it was a reminder that even in a world so fragile and fleeting, there were forces at play that they did not yet understand.

“We keep it,” she said firmly, meeting Rouge’s fiery gaze. “We may not know what it is, but there is power here. And I don’t believe it is a coincidence that we found it now.”

Reluctantly, Rouge agreed, and Blanc remained his calm, silent self, always observing, always calculating. They tucked the rose away, hidden from prying eyes, but not forgotten. Toffee, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that the rose was a key to something larger. It was as if the Overworld itself had reached out to her, whispering secrets from an era before angels and demons.

As they continued their mission to protect Lucifer’s son, Toffee carried the rose with her, always close. She and her companions would soon discover that the overworld was far more than a battleground between Heaven and Hell. There were deeper forces, ancient and mysterious, waiting to be uncovered.

And with the rose in hand, Toffee began to wonder if their mission had only just begun.

As time passed, Toffee, Ren (who was once Rouge), and Aki (who was once Blanc) settled down and started an empire called Dark Rown. Together, they replanted the rose in a safe space to watch it grow and see what would happen.

Although this world cause more troubles than not, they would watch over it for their missions sake.