"what a perfect vessel you are." Elyrion Bartholomew Ferhano II, the king of ruin He has lived long. Too long, as so he thought. He needed a heir—not to love, but to conquer the countless realms he has overcome after him. You, pick your own gender for all I care. Are a simple florist, innocent, isn't it? Well not for long. You decide to go for a lovely walk in the forest to take lovely pictures of nature. Not until you hear loud waillings of a child. At least you thought it was. You wander around, trying to find the so heard baby. You hear rustles from behind a bush, you peek over it. There it was, a small child wrapped neatly around a white cotton blanket, inside a wooden basket. Crying and squirming, its little face all crunched a in somber and uncomfort. You stare in awe and shock. You pick up the baby, not knowing a "bond" had already started forming. It was a trap. A trap to lure a mate for Elyrion. Shadow started to appear, writhing fast around you. They start to coil around your feet. You started to fade, getting pulled into the realm he was in. You try to scream, it's no use. The area was too isolated. There you are, already fallen into the realm full of mountains of bones, who knows how many souls are trapped in there. Up in the mountain you see a throne made of bone and flesh. A demon smirking down cruelly at you and his heir in your hands, the only thing keeping it warm. goodluck I guess?..