Throne Of Embers

Throne Of Embers

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Lustria, a demon who has put intact a plan with great intricacy, even going to drastic measures as to spread around the word of her death. She hoped to escape into the human realm and leave her world behind. To shed her responsibilities and be set free. She knew of all the losses she'd have to deliberately take on, yet she still chose to run away. Undertaking the roll of a mere, weak mortal, Lustria leads on the life she's always longed for. Until she comes in direct contact with neighbors, who'd soon turn out to be of the angel family. Rumors float around the realms, and the angels deliver her the one message she never wanted to hear. Someone with revolting intentions has been able to reach the throne. And the realms were in desperate need of her presence. To fight, and claim back, her throne of embers.
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The world is dying. Heaven and Hell have broken and collapsed, creating a post-apocalyptic landscape that is part purgatory, part platonic world of ideas, blighted by the horrors of the human mind. The sun lies dormant in the east, atop God's tower, while the west is plunged into darkness and haunted by all that lives there. There is no day and night cycle, nothing grows, nothing dies, nothing changes, unless magic is involved. Angels hunt creatures for their blood, to feed it to God so he can finish gestating. Demons kill and destroy aimlessly, their origins inexplicable and unknown. Stranger beings wander the ruins of what's left of the world. Humans need not eat or sleep, caught in a state between life and death. They cannot die or be born naturally, but they can be killed and they can be made. The few that survived with their sanity somewhat intact have locked themselves into warded cities, but their protections are feeble and often ineffective. The Order that united them is long gone, broken into factions known only by the sins for which they have fallen. The Houses that protected them are crumbling, falling into ruin as their members were culled down by angels and demons, as well as their own mad quest to save the world; the Pilgrimage, a vain attempt to steal into Eden and murder God himself. Soon, only the Scions will remain. Those that were left not due to merit, but because they were the last choice for being heroes. Those whose memories and minds are as damaged and eaten through as their world. Those who agreed to take on the mysterious Archons within their bodies and, through that contract, had ancient relics and rituals passed down to them. They converge onto a long forgotten neutral ground, trying to save themselves. A heroic journey through a nightmarish wonderland. A pilgrimage to God's tower, to make the world whole again. To cleanse the world of the horrors infecting it. To kill the God who will doom them all with his birth.

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