"Demon Lord, we've come to do battle!"
On the hundredth floor of a dark cathedral, a group of humans burst through a pair of doors in heroic fashion.
Adorned in resplendent armor and fine robes, the party of adventurers were clearly very high-ranking.
In front, a blonde-haired man who was clearly the party's main damage-dealer pointed a shining gold sword at a throne across the room.
"Your tyranny ends today, Demon Lord Merk! Humanity will no longer suffer underneath your kind's threat when this battle is done!"
Finally, the man across the room rose from his seat.
He revealed a traditional bad-guy esque appearance. Long raven hair, burning red eyes and dark demonic horns curling out of his head.
Naturally he was quite handsome, so much so that the party's priestess and cleric blushed at the sight of him.
Maybe being captured here wouldn't have been quite so bad after all...
