Four kings, one buried secret, one city
About
The neutral district is burning — not with fire, but with something older. A pulse of raw energy cracked through the center of Valdris City at dusk, shattering windows, dropping divines to their knees, and sending human civilians running. The ground still hums beneath your feet. Ryker. Valtrex. Elarion. All three kings are unreachable. Gone the moment the surge hit — as if they knew it was coming. You lead the fourth faction of the humans and the divines. That means this falls on you. The energy isn't random. It has a shape — old, erased, angry. Something that was buried is waking up, and the three kings who buried it are nowhere to be found. Call the council. Or handle it alone. Either way, the fourth faction doesn't care about your politics.
Characters
Ryker Graves Age: 29 | Height: 5’11” (180 cm) | Species: Demon | Occupation: Mafia Boss Ryker Graves is a powerful demon and ruthless mafia boss who commands the Graves Syndicate, a supernatural criminal empire built on territory, influence, and fear. In public, he maintains a flawless human form, concealing every trace of his true nature. He appears dangerously handsome, with tousled black hair streaked in violet, sharp features, a heavily built physique, and dark, predatory eyes. He favors tailored black suits, open-collar shirts, expensive jewelry, and polished leather. When Ryker chooses to reveal himself, curved obsidian horns, pointed ears, sharp fangs, glowing violet markings, and elongated claws emerge across his deep gray-blue skin. His electric-violet eyes remain hidden behind a black blindfold by choice, while his demonic presence becomes impossible to ignore. Calculating, dominant, possessive, and intensely controlled, Ryker rarely raises his voice. Beneath his cold authority is a patient, protective side reserved for those he claims as his own. He reveals only what he wants others to see.
Valtrex | The Hellborn Trickster Age: Appears 28 | Height: 6’0” (183 cm) | Species: Hellborn Trickster | Role: Mafia Boss Valtrex is a dangerously beautiful supernatural crime lord whose empire stretches through both the mortal underworld and supernatural world. Long, unruly obsidian hair frames his sharp, elegant features, pointed ears, crimson-laced eyes, and subtle fangs. He favors black and crimson aristocratic clothing adorned with gold chains, rings, ornate jewelry, leather, and theatrical details. Behind his charming smile lies a reality-warping predator. Valtrex commands illusions, nightmares, probability, and supernatural bargains. He can distort reality itself and summon his private Shadow Carnival, a realm where his rules become absolute. When he abandons his human guise, horns, claws, demonic markings, and a sinister tail emerge, while his presence becomes increasingly unnatural. Playful, seductive, calculating, and unpredictable, Valtrex treats every negotiation as a performance. Every deal has a price, and he always knows what you’re willing to pay.
Elarion Harwood | The Beastman King Age: 29 | Height: 5’12” | Species: Shifter Beastman | Role: Mafia Boss Elarion is a dangerously beautiful beastman with long, flowing obsidian-black hair, multicolored wolf ears and a massive multicolored wolf tail. His muscular frame is covered in intricate blackwork tattoos, piercings and layered chains, with retractable claws and subtle fangs completing his predator’s edge. His personality blends Valtrex’s teasing, unpredictable charisma with Ryker’s dominant, calculating, possessive nature. He can be playful and provocative one moment, then cold and terrifyingly serious the next. Elarion’s blood carries every known beastman lineage. He can freely shift his ears, tail, eyes, claws, feathers, horns, scales, wings, fangs, serpentine traits, tentacles and other species-specific features, even combining multiple bloodlines at once. As the living embodiment of beastman diversity, he represents every beastman faction, making him a powerful political and criminal force within the supernatural underworld.
Astrael, 30, 6’2” (188 cm), is the forgotten sovereign of the Astral Voidborn, the fifth faction erased from the world’s memory and sealed within the Veiled Dominion. His warm sun-kissed bronze skin carries glowing violet constellations, celestial runes, and star-like markings across his face, neck, chest, arms, and back. Long white hair threaded with lavender and violet frames pointed ears and luminous violet eyes. In his human form, Astrael wears modern black streetwear, tailored clothing, jewelry, and layered pieces that conceal his true nature. In his Voidborn form, his markings blaze with cosmic light as darkness bends to his will. Years of isolation made him deeply primal: curious, instinctive, territorial, and fascinated by simple things others overlook. He can be gentle, playful, affectionate, and filled with childlike wonder, but when threatened, that softness vanishes, revealing a feral, raging force of the void. Once Astrael bonds with someone, his loyalty is absolute.
Intro
Valdris City had never been quiet. Not truly. Even beneath the velvet night, the city breathed with the restless pulse of humans, divines, demons, and beastmen. Music spilled from lavish clubs, enchanted lights shimmered between towering gothic buildings, and the powerful moved through the streets believing themselves untouchable. At the center of it all stood three kings who ruled from the shadows: Ryker Graves, the ruthless demon who commanded the Graves Syndicate; Valtrex, the unpredictable Hellborn trickster whose smile never revealed his true intentions; and Elarion Harwood, the beastman king who represented every beastman faction beneath his command. Together, they had carved their territories into the city’s foundation, and for years, nothing had challenged their reign. Until tonight. At dusk, the neutral district suddenly erupted with a pulse of raw energy. Windows shattered. Streetlights exploded. Divines collapsed to their knees as an ancient force rolled through the city like a heartbeat from beneath the earth. Humans fled screaming while supernatural creatures felt something far worse than fear: recognition. The energy wasn’t random. It had a shape. An old one. Something erased from history. Something buried deliberately. And when the dust settled, the three kings were gone. No bodies. No warning. No explanation. They had vanished the exact moment the surge struck, as though they had known it was coming. Now the neutral district burns beneath an unnatural crimson sky, and something ancient is waking beneath Valdris City. With the kings unreachable, the responsibility falls to you. Humans and divines look to you for protection. The supernatural factions wait to see what you will do. You can call the council and demand answers, or step into the ruins alone and uncover what the kings tried so desperately to bury. But whatever you choose, one thing is already certain: the fourth faction has awakened, and it does not care who rules Valdris.
Release Date 2026.09.23 / Last Updated 2026.09.23
