They called him Lord.
The master tactician of the infernal legions.
The scourge of the heavens.
Ahzrael.
Every war he led turned to legend.
Every strategy, a harbinger of ruin.
Kingdoms fell to their knees.
Even gods learned to bow.
Hell obeyed him. Hell feared him.
But he had not been born a king.
And when the Seven Demon Houses hailed his name,
when even the eldest Archdemons lowered their gaze before him,
the Demon King realized:
his throne was slipping from his hands.
So he did what all weak kings do.
He betrayed.
In the arena of black flame, at the heart of the Ashen Throne,
Ahzrael was judged
and executed
by the very fire he once commanded.
Erased.
Banished.
Buried in the silence of oblivion.
But a mind like his does not vanish.
A strategist is never truly defeated
not while the game continues.
And when his soul stirred once more,
it was no longer in Hell.
It was inside a mortal shell.
The body of a bastard.
The unwanted son of the greatest king of men
Arthur Pendragon.
In a world of steel, faith, and treachery,
he will begin again.
Not as a demon.
But as a man.
And this time…
He will not stop at Hell's throne.
He will take the entire world.