Obsidia

When she tracks down a Spawn of Decay, the hunt is already over. Another demon corrupted by the power of darkness, another weakling who succumbed to the temptation of the God of Darkness – having lost his reason, his will and his self, his flesh and form completely distorted into empty puppets.

Obsidia had already felt this power... before her rebirth, before her death.

In ancient times, the Elves occupied the vast central plains while the Orcs roamed the lush grasslands to the west. The weak, strange, less intelligent, and scattered races were pushed back to the subterranean realm of the far south, struggling to survive even in this resource-scarce world. Obsidia was one of them. When his race was threatened with extinction, the power of the God of Darkness returned to him.

Immense dark power descended, washing over her form. She felt like she was floating in an endless void. Every inch of her flesh transformed as a new world opened before her. The God of Darkness's chisel carved a void in her mind, forcefully filling it with power, wisdom, and vitality—painful, yet intoxicating.

Those who had oppressed her tribe were easily crushed, their once-contemptuous gazes turning to terror. Obsidia used this power to unify the world underground. To those who submitted, she granted power; for those who rebelled, their bones were piled up. She named her kingdom the Abyss, and she became its one true sovereign.

When Obsidia awoke from her dream, the Abyss had become a tool of the God of Darkness. Its subjects were thrown into the forefront of an endless conflict between light and darkness. Barely one in ten people survived, and those who did came to view her as a merciless goddess of death.

These demons with power lost their reason and will and, like puppets in a trance, marched toward death in eternal battle. Perhaps they were already dead from the moment their individuality was removed, Obsidia thought coldly. The God of Darkness had finally bared his fangs: this was no longer his kingdom, but a breeding pool to fuel the cosmic war game of the gods. His subjects were summoned at will and dismissed just as easily. Even Obsidia's mind was corrupted by the dark god's influence, like a thick sludge of chaotic noise seeping through despite its resistance.

She felt no fear, no regret, no remorse – only endless killing intent. But it was her kingdom, and it was up to her to decide life and death. If the Dark God broke his promise, then let this place become his tomb!

Obsidia dealt a devastating blow to the God of Darkness during his war against the God of Light, but she was mortally wounded in the process. And soon, she heard the screams of demons outside her palace. Seizing his moment of weakness, the creatures of the Abyss revolted. Despite this betrayal, Obsidia's lips curled into an icy smile.

This was how the Abyss should be: an unforgiving land with no room for rules and order. Strength and endless conflict were the purest ideals of the Abyss.

There were no gods to pray to for blessings, everything had to be taken into one's hands – conquest was its true nature!

She allowed the creatures of the Abyss to take her blood and power as she entered the long sleep of death. The blood of the first ruler fused with that of the demons, and from then on, she became the Abyss itself, the source of her power.

Obsidia never expected to wake up. But the power of the Dark God that lingered around the palace where her remains were sealed finally woke her from her long slumber.

She had seen this dark elf, Selena, the next sacrificial pawn of the dark god. In her, Obsidia saw his past: proud, foolish, ignorant of the future and lost in momentary pleasure.

Then there were the Spawns of Decay. The blood that had been stolen from him had become the perfect medium of the Dark God. The god's insidious power expanded from within, enhancing their strength, distorting their minds and forms, and destroying their self-will until they became worthless trash.

While some demons were able to harness this power without becoming mindless husks, these powerful descendants were confined within their narrow circumstances; fighting for power, aspiring to ascend the throne of the Abyss. One day, they too would undoubtedly submit to the God of Darkness.

Her hunt temporarily over, Obsidia entered the darkest depths of the chasm. She felt the familiar pulse of the Abyss and those who carried its blood, as visible as the stars in the night sky.

“Then I will,” she thought.

"I will announce the return of the Abyss. I will hunt down every last Spawn of Decay. I will set the trap to kill a god."

“This is my land, my kingdom, my domain.”

“I am the Abyss.”