In a dark world, the skies red with two strange black suns, a certain Demon King lived, his castle created with brilliant white stones, the windows stained glass telling his story of rising from a small demon whelp to the seat of a King!
Two huge towers, with groups of skeletal archers standing silently, their bows made of bone, eyes created with flames.
This castle was the abode of Andres, Demon King of undeath.
Unlike most demon princes and kings, Andres did not serve a single god in their favour but chose to serve a concept, and that concept was life and death.
Thus, many gods blessed him, finding his attitude amusing, but to the other kings, he was an eyesore.
Only able to use weak demons or forced to summon his skeletal armies to fight, compared to the ones following greater gods able to amass large armies without effort, Andres needed to spend large amounts of coin.
If he wanted loyalty, that was...
Boom!
