Bound to Evil
They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them.
Forgotten monstrosities, born from old tales, returned in twisted flesh to remind humanity why even speaking their names once felt dangerous.
The sky split. Fire burst from the ground. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning, just monsters. And with them, something else : a power system no one understood. Salvation, perhaps, but not for everyone. It gave nothing to the fearful, nothing to the weak. But to the brave, or the desperate, it offered claws.
As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved.
For Lazar, the apocalypse was less tragedy than inconvenience. He had spent years meticulously preparing for revenge, and now the world was burning at the worst possible time.
Most people broke. Lazar didn’t. He never placed his trust in hope, never relied on luck. Cold, focused, ruthless, traits that once made him a misfit now made him adequate as the skills he had honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. And vengeance itself… that didn't vanish just because the world did.
But monsters weren’t the only problem standing between Lazar and his plans.
Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order, their version of it. As for the forces threatening to destroy the world, no one really knows what they want.
One thing a lot of them agree on though : in a world of kings and pawns, Lazar, the grey anomaly on a board of black-and-white pieces, must be removed.
