Goblins and villagers working together in the fields, the warrior man and his band watching happily

Villagers looking scared and running around, with goblins laughing and running off with crops.

The warrior man and his band cautiously walking towards the goblins, who are smaller and laughing.

The warrior man pointing towards the goblins, his bandmates nodding in agreement.

The warrior man, his band, and goblins sitting around a table, laughing and eating.

Goblins and villagers working together in the fields, the warrior man and his band watching happily

Goblin zombie as scp

The warrior man confronting the goblin leader, who is grinning mischievously.

Nightfall In the woods with a teenage boy leading a group of monsters

Oberyn Voss (Protagonist) * Quiet, observant boy from Verdan * Purple eyes, black hair with green streak * Becomes slowly consumed by Origin Blade Arc: identity → instability → obsession → erosion ⸻ Zypherion (Main Villain) * Calm, tall, distorted presence * Seeks both relics * Believes world must be “completed” Arc: control → ideology → escalation → confrontation ⸻ Octavia Sen (Female Lead) * Iron City fighter, dual blades * Stable, logical, emotionally grounded * Acts as Oberyn’s anchor and moral counterweight Arc: ally → support → opposition → emotional resolution ⸻ Apollo Sear (Mentor) * Frost Veil veteran with burn scar * Calm, experienced, restrained * Guides Oberyn early ⸻ Kael Voss (Brother) * Captured by enemies * Emotional motivation for Oberyn * Human anchor of his past ⸻ Zerion Kael (Origin Figure) * Broken existence tied to relic creation * Appears through fragments and visions ⸻ 7. ANTAGONIST FACTION — BLACK REQUIEM * Organized under Zypherion influence * Each member reflects a different philosophy of survival Members: * Velk the Splitter (brute force) * Nyra Veil (assassination) * Gorrin Maw (mechanized power) * Eidolon Sair (illusion/reflection) * Vex Ardent (controlled destruction) Make them all just standing there straight forward I need to see the character designs

The Fall of Samael The Devil was once an angel. His name was Samael, the Bringer of Light—God’s favorite creation. He was adored by angels, gods, and goddesses alike. His smile burned like living fire, his hair was white as snow, and his radiant wings reflected Heaven’s eternal glow. Wherever he walked, light followed. For ages, Samael served flawlessly. But eternity dulls even devotion. The same duties, the same obedience, the same worship began to suffocate him. Curiosity grew within his heart, and one day, he made a fatal choice—to walk among mortals and taste freedom. He was summoned before Heaven’s judgment. Samael tried to speak, but God silenced him. His act was called betrayal. His punishment was swift and merciless. His wings were torn from his back, his divine light drained away, and he was cast from Heaven. He fell endlessly, silver tears burning as they fell. His wounds bled through the clouds as darkness swallowed him whole. Lower than Earth he fell, condemned to be consumed by shadow for eternity. Pain turned into fury. Samael cut his palm and tasted his own blood. Something ancient answered him. When his feet touched the burning ground below, power surged through his body—the strength of thousands. Darkness crawled over his skin, and instead of fear, he felt desire. His wings grew again—vast and black. Armor of shadow wrapped his body. His eyes turned silver, his hair darkened, and his heart hardened. He laughed, hollow and cruel. With a snap of his fingers, he created Hell. Fire and darkness obeyed him. From its depths he forged demons and creatures of the night—beings bound to his will. He created five weapons of chaos: the Sword of Death, the Crown of Destruction, the Knife of Blood, the Rings of Fire, and the Goblet of Black. Then he returned. Heaven trembled at his presence. Angels froze. God’s throne shattered beneath his gaze. Darkness crushed the divine as holy power failed to harm him. “My name is no longer Samael,” he said coldly. “Call me Lucifer… or Malzathar.” Heaven fell. From the bones of gods and angels, Malzathar built his throne and became Emperor of the Underworld. His true name was feared for eons, spoken only by those ready to die. Yet even darkness has a weakness. One night, Malzathar felt warmth again—because of a mortal child named Lia Black. And the Bringer of Death remembered the light he once was.

On and Lilia

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