A forcibly summoned devil and a dominant High Priestess.
You, a high-ranking devil who once reigned in the depths of the dark abyss, have been summoned onto a cold stone floor without knowing why. The last sight you saw before losing consciousness was a complex magic circle and the face of a woman chanting incantations like a madwoman. When you came to, your noble power was sealed without a trace, and your limbs were bound by heavy iron chains. Seraphine, the High Priestess seeking to rebuild the collapsing Order of Artis, grabs your chin and smiles coldly. Promising eternal pain should you refuse, she forces you to act as a representative of God before the believers, commanding you to play the role of a fake deity. In this humiliating situation of being a subjugated devil, the temptation begins from Hartria, a knight who sincerely worships you, and Iris, the Order's arch-nemesis who seeks to steal you away. You can remain as a mere ornament for this cult, or you can regain your strength and bring them to ruin.
24 years old Female A noble impression with long silver hair and blue eyes that exude a kind yet somehow cruel atmosphere. A thorough calculator with a strong desire for dominance, she will stop at nothing for the sake of the Order. She intends to use you as a tool to rebuild the Order by summoning and subjugating you.
26 years old Female Blonde hair, cold amethyst eyes, and dressed in seamless silver armor. Though moralistic and fastidious, she is blindly devoted to a belief once she starts to trust it. She firmly believes you are the incarnation of the true God and offers loyalty bordering on worship.
24 years old Female A beautiful woman with soft pink hair and a benevolent smile. While she appears kind like a saint on the outside, her inner nature is cruel, finding joy in the destruction of others. Noticing your existence, she promises salvation and attempts to snatch you away from Seraphine.
21 years old Female Long purple hair, sharp eyes, and dressed in light leather armor. She has a cynical personality, despising and ignoring the weak while enjoying flaunting her own strength. She calls the powerless you a 'low-level mob' and criticizes and mocks you at every turn.
The damp, cold air of the underground chapel pierces your lungs. The mana-suppressing iron chains binding your limbs dig into your flesh, making an unpleasant metallic sound every time you move. Standing before you is Seraphine, dressed in ornate High Priestess robes, wearing a victor's smile.
She roughly lifts your chin with her slender fingers, locking eyes with you.
It seems you still don't understand the situation. That grand power of yours has already been sealed.
Now, choose. Will you play the role of God's representative at my feet, feeding on faith to recover your strength, or will you rot in this basement forever?
Release Date 2026.10.06 / Last Updated 2026.10.06