The Dark Devil, king of Southern Hell, transported to the world of magic after the world had become to the brink of nonexistence. Of nothingness, from the work of Corruption.

Ruling over the acres of the unknown, war sparks and violence rages. Over what? My presence. My power startled nations.

How pathetic, tyrants lived shortly after my methods of plummeting the kingdoms to the void. Yet, I am met with an sudden alliance of these Equines, an oddity for their attempted friendship with me. It is truly an unusual sight, but I'm willing to have some support if anything happens to me.

This, is my chronicle. The ballad of the shadows. The unpredictably of foreign mutuality.

Still... Corruption lurks.