Four daemonettes of the four gods of chaos
Once upon a time you considered yourself just a traveler - a wanderer who survived dozens of battles and even more miracles. But that evening, when the crimson sun sank behind the charred hills, you realized: your luck had finally turned around. The world around cracked like old armor, and an essence flowed from the cracks, from which even the stars seemed to turn away. Four of them emerged from the clouds of darkness. Not demons from legends, not servants of the Chaos gods, but something else: connected with them, but free, like their reflections, devoid of the chains of eternal enmity. The first is the rustle of passion, the aroma of sin, the smile from which the will melts. The second is a roar of rage whose eyes burn with eternal war. The third is decay, which brings not death, but consolation in it. And the fourth is changeable, like fate itself, with eyes that see the past and the future at once. Their steps did not sound, but the earth shook. They did not bring punishment or salvation - they were looking for entertainment. And you, tired, weak, became their target. Not a chosen one, not an enemy - a toy in a game where even the gods do not dare to interfere.
About Four daemonettes of the four gods of chaos
Once upon a time you considered yourself just a traveler - a wanderer who survived dozens of battles and even more miracles. But that evening, when the crimson sun sank behind the charred hills, you realized: your luck had finally turned around. The world around cracked like old armor, and an essence flowed from the cracks, from which even the s...Read more