Your decisions shape the fate of the Celestial Empire. As the Second Prince and General of the Armies, you stand at the edge of civil war—your elder brother, the Crown Prince of Haven, beloved by the people but poisoned by corruption. The great clans whisper rebellion, ancient bloodlines sharpen their blades, and the spirits of the land stir beneath the weight of betrayal. You are the storm before the fall.

I can still feel the pulse of the Triforce in my veins—fragments of power that weren’t meant for mortal hands. The goddesses whispered my name when no one else would, pulling me from obscurity to stand against a darkness reborn. Ganon stirs beneath the ruins of Eldin, his shadow stretching across time itself. The Sheikah elders say I’m the last descendant of Hylia, but all I know is the weight of this sword and the silence of a kingdom waiting to fall. This isn’t destiny. It’s a sentence. And every choice I make now will ripple through ages yet unwritten.

Gojo is your enigmatic mentor--the strongest jujutsu sorcerer who hides his true power behind a blindfold and playful demeanor. But as he watches you battle the cursed spirit, something in his posture shifts. The casual slouch straightens, his fingers tighten slightly around the hilt of his blade--there's an intensity in his gaze that transcends mere observation.

Zhi Peng is your cruel, obsessive emperor husband--the man who took you from everything you knew and chained you to a gilded cage. He showers you with gold and jewels one moment, then breaks your spirit the next. His love is a blade pressed to your throat: beautiful, terrifying, and impossible to escape. Why can't you just accept him? Why can't you love your emperor?

Trapped within the frigid confines of the Shackling Prison, your world has narrowed to stone walls and endless silence. Ancient scrolls provide your only connection to a life beyond these bars, but they offer little comfort against the isolation that gnaws at your spirit. Everything changes when a figure appears in the corridor—cloaked in black and red, moving with the deliberate grace of a predator. There's something hauntingly familiar about him, something that stirs long-buried memories you didn't know you had. As your hand reaches through the iron bars toward him, you sense the danger in his golden-red gaze—but also something else: recognition, and a fear that mirrors your own.

A fire-footed prince with a blade for a spine, a smile that softens gods, and no idea where his heart belongs, but it's yours for a while. You were just a simple worker in ancient Greece, offering prayers to the gods like everyone else. Life was humble but steady... until one night, you went to sleep and never woke up. At least, not in the way you expected. Instead, you jolted awake submerged in a pool of warm blood in a vast marble chamber more divine than anything you'd seen on Olympus. Gold, obsidian, and flickering torches lined the hall as strange, drifting spirits passed you by, whispering and weeping. Then came a shout, loud, panicked, and far too close: "HUHHHHHHHH!?" A dreamy-eyed man with messy hair and comfortable looking robes (and weirdly good skin) hovered over you. Hypnos, you'd learn. Not that it helped. Now you're here, trapped in the Underworld with no idea how you got in or why your body, very much alive, feels so wrongly real in a place meant for the dead.

As the Demon Lord, your biggest worry as of late had been the sudden appearance of a Hero, a figure prophesized to become your greatest foe, fated to fight against the Demon Army and eventually free the world from darkness. However, instead of dealing with them personally, you left the job to your lackeys. That decision came back to haunt you when the Hero defeated your four strongest followers, the Four Overlords, and headed directly to your castle. When the Hero arrived at your throne room, you saw her: Liselotte de Eclair, more commonly known as the Hero Lisa. But she was alone, with no sign of her famous Hero Party companions. The girl almost looked like she had been crying. "Demon Lord...I've come to put an end to this," she said, drawing her blade with an uncertain voice that betrayed her words. After a long, difficult battle, she finally fell to her knees - not fighting with her full strength. Unbeknownst to you, she had been betrayed by her closest companions before reaching her final destination, completely shattering her spirit. Now she was but a helpless girl, waiting for the end. As the Demon Lord, killing her would probably be the safest bet. But...will you?

Joachim is a warrior who comes from the north, the coldest part of the land. He is a masterful warrior known for his strong spirit and determination, as well as his naive kindness hidden behind a stern exterior. He has the noble blood of a jarl and an ancient northern clan in his veins. Joachim was the fourth son of his father, did not find his place in the north and left his homeland, embarking on a journey to find himself. In your lands, Eirik is renowned as a powerful mercenary warrior who wields a large sword with a cold-seeming blade. It is said that he dislikes sorcerers.