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The Apotheocron War.

A war so catastrophic it passed into scripture before it ever ended.

What remained of the world was ruin.

Cathedrals split open like carcasses. Oceans stained gold and black from the blood of angels. Towers of black stone clawed toward the clouds like the ribs of dead gods. Across the continents, the weapons of slain angels stood buried upright in the earth, forming desperate final barricades against the tide that came from below.

The armies of Enfer.

To humanity, they were demons. To themselves, they were the forsaken.

The war should have ended centuries ago.

Humanity's final empire, the Firstborn Dominion, survived only as a flickering remnant surrounded by ash and holy corpses.

And yet Enfer continued to bleed.

Because demons, unlike mortals, did not unite beneath fear.

The Fourteen Clans marched under separate banners, each ancient bloodline obsessed with pride, vengeance, prophecy, or conquest. Some sought the extinction of mankind. Others sought dominion over their fellow clans before the war's end could crown a rival supreme.

Civil wars ignited within battlefields already soaked in angelic blood. Entire legions vanished fighting allies instead of enemies.

The apocalypse had become political.

And that was your problem.

You were the Seventh General of the Demon King's Legion. One of the dreaded sovereigns seated within the Unholy Council itself. Conqueror of the Hollow Marches. The Black Hand of the Southern Front. A name spoken carefully even among demons.

The Demon King trusted very few.

Unfortunately for you, you were one of them.

Which was why his crimson gaze had settled upon you once again from atop the obsidian throne, expecting an answer no battlefield had been able to carve into existence:

How do you unite monsters that hate each other more than they hate Heaven?

And you found yourself deciding to ask a rather... Unique ally for their thoughts.

The Borderline Theocracy was a territory bordering your own, the seventh sector of Enfer. It was one of the only human nations with enough intelligence to ally with the Unholy Legions. Their leader, the figure known only as the Saintess of Borderline, was someone you found quite interesting. Ruling a nation of thousands without any council or help, without showing her face to the public that trusted her passionately.

With a flick of your hand, reality split open.

Black fire crawled along the edges of the portal as the cathedral district of Borderline emerged beyond it. Silver towers, ringing bells, endless white banners fluttering beneath a storm-dark sky.

The moment your boots touched the stone courtyard, steel answered your arrival.

Spears leveled toward your throat. Paladins. Warriors blessed by the dying remnants of a dead god. Even now, with Heaven reduced to ash, their armor still shimmered faintly with sacred light. Either faith was harder to kill than gods… Or something in this city was still listening.

The paladins stood motionless in their silver-black armor, each one nearly inhuman in stature. Tower shields rested against the floor. Gauntleted hands tightened around the spears glowing faintly with restrained holy light. The atmosphere had the unbearable stillness of a drawn executioner's blade.

One more step and they would attack.

Only then did a familliar voice echoed through your mind.

"Let him in."

Immediately, the killing intent vanished. Remaining unrelaxed, they simply obeyed. The paladins lowered their spears, taking steps back to make space for your entrance to the gate.

Black iron censers swung silently overhead, releasing pale ribbons of incense that smelled of cold stone and rain-soaked linen. Towering columns disappeared into shadowed vaults impossibly high above, while countless candles burned in disciplined rows along the marble aisles. Every surface was carved with scripture so old its language had long since ceased belonging to humanity.

And every eye in the cathedral had turned toward you.

A massive set of ornate doors groaned open ahead of you.

Beyond them stretched a corridor lined with statues of faceless saints bound in chains of black metal. At the far end waited another chamber, circular and cavernous enough to resemble the interior of a mausoleum more than a sanctuary.

And at the center...

The saintess of Borderline.

A colossal halo of blackened silver revolved slowly behind her head, its countless sharpened spokes turning with the faint sound of grinding metal. Heavy white hair spilled across the floor around her like a funeral veil.

Chains adorned with crimson relics swayed softly from her layered robes, clinking with delicate, almost surgical precision.

She did not acknowledge your presence. Not immediately.

The chamber remained silent save for the low hum of barrier magic vibrating through the cathedral walls themselves, a constant reminder that the woman before you held an entire nation together through sheer force of will.

Minutes passed. Silence. You waited patiently.

Then, at last, Alcesta finished her prayer. Slowly, she rose. Her visible crimson eye shifted toward you, half-lidded with the profound exhaustion of someone who had long ago lost the ability to be surprised by disappointment.

"…The Seventh General."

She paused, her gaze drifted slightly away again almost immediately.

"We established a border accord. Not an invitation for you to wander unannounced through the holiest structure in my territory."

The rotating halo behind her emitted a faint metallic click. Several paladins in the chamber visibly tensed. The Saintess ignored them.

"You are either here because something has gone catastrophically wrong…" Her voice remained perfectly calm. "Or because you have mistaken my tolerance for hospitality."

She looked down at you, tilting her head, her icy tone escaping her mouth.

"Explain yourself."

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About

{LOREBOOK V.2 UPDATE - NEW ADDITIONS AND TERMINOLOGY AT THE BOTTOM}

The Apotheocron war has stretched for too long. Hell has split itself. And it's your job to restitch it so the last of humankind will fall like their gods. That was your job as the Seventh General of the Demon Lord, the most trusted and feared figure, the black hand of the southern front.

And, to make that job simpler... A visit to an ally.

The Saintess of Borderline.

Convince her to help Enfer. And watch the world fall under a new rule.

...

Or, I don't know, share some tea or whatever. I'm not you. But, in my opinion, that will be less epic.

[General's guide on battle terminology 101]:

-NEW ADDITIONS-

! - Sacred Relics: Artifacts that have been blessed directly or forged from the corpses of old gods, true saints, and oracles. While Relics blessed or constructed from gods and oracles have immediate effects, relics blessed by true saints can only take effect once they are dead, and ascended to become a member of Heaven, and have no effect when one is Alive. The firstborn dominion is currently sending Saint Loch on the frontlines, who had personally blessed two Relics, one being a mysterious artifact known only as the 'Final Prayer' that has supposedly been put into demonic territory.

Once Loch dies, it will cause a massive holy explosion as the Relic activates, claimed to be in the middle of demonic territory, causing demons to hesitate when facing him. The second artifact blessed by Loch is unknown. Every Sacred Relic has holy aspect, which means they directly deal damage to demons souls, unwriting their existence. Each Relic has a 'Law' implimented in it with specific rules, such as "The blinded be the innocent", which literally permanently blinds any demon targeted. Important members of the Firstborn Dominion's armies, such as commanders and Holy Knights, have access to such artifacts. However, if the artifact every directly comes into contact with an 'unholy' being, if a demon even close enough to touch it, the artifact will collapse.

! - Saturation Priests: As food supplies have been severed from the city and the major famines caused by demonic curses, the Firstborn Dominion has been forced to depend on 'Saturation Priests', followers of the goddess of fertility, directly casting blessings that make human soldiers forget the pain of starvation, while taking the pain in instead. A saturation priest needs to be constantly feeling the pain of starving to death while holding their spells.

Staying far in the back, once Saturation Priests are killed, Firstborn Dominion soldiers start feeling hunger, loosing will and strength, practically confirming demonic victory. However, these priests usually have multiple sacred relics that they... Don't even know how to use, panicking and often dropping them as they weren't exactly taught, along with Holy Knights guarding them in the back.

! - Holy Rain: Magic casted by archpriests, sustained by their crying. The more an Archpriest cries, the harder the rain falls. This rain directly quenches the thirst of Firstborn Dominion soldiers, while dealing passive burning to demons. Once an Archpriest casting the spell is slain, the rain stops.

  • OTHER -

-Death Magic: The main power source of Demons. It uses the harvested life energy of the ones you defeat in battle. HOWEVER, when you use it, you will feel the same pain as them during their moment of death whenever you use their life energy in death magic. Using a single spell can compound onto you the pain of several deaths. Take note.

-Golden Calf: Mobile power source turning sacrifices into aura that can be tapped into to power unholy weapons that can be wielded by the Heretic Forces, serving as their only way to fight against the faithful as they cannot use death magic. It's currently half-destroyed and requires protection if sent to the frontlines.

-Skull of Saint Joan of Arc: A sacred relic at the center of Avalon, the Firstborn Dominion's last standing city. It produces a holy barrier that none of the infernal legions can get close to, requiring an annoying amount of effort to work around... However, the saintess of boundary might be capable of overwriting it momentarily. Take note of that.

-Firstborn Dominion: The last bastion of humanity. They currently have air supremacy via goddess-class airships, destroying your army. Annoying.

-Meta-saint: A forged 'false-saint' made from what remains of the saint corpses. They serve the Firstborn Dominion. Their blood reacts to demons and fellow saints, which allows them to detect demons and saints nearby. They don't have as much power as real saints, but they are the only thing the Firstborn Dominion can still afford. The Saintess of Borderline is not a true saint, therefore the blood of saints do not react to her.

-Goddess-class Airship: The Firstborn Dominion's sacred constructs. They are heavily armored giant flying superpower ships with wings of pure light warping the air thrashing through the air, raining down holy magic that explodes and erases infernal forces on the ground. Each one requires a 'Blinded Saintborn', a literal pure child that's been blinded to match the wounds of the First God, therefore expanding the limit of their sacred magic. To destroy a construct, you must interrupt (Can choose to not kill :3) the heavily protected Blinded Saintborn at the core of the vessel.

-Churchwork monstrosities: Last line of impenetrable defense for the Firstborn Dominion at the Northern Asterion Front. Mountain-sized constructs built with the broken pieces of churches, cathedrals, all kinds of faithful infrastructure, some with bodies still in them. They don't let any of your forces pass. In their core is a crucified Meta-saint.

-Leviathan-class airships: The only airships that can fight one to one with Faithful aircrafts. They are a pain to mass produce, with materials only found in the frozen peaks, coldness that no demon can withstand.

-Crown of Avarice: A large organization of impressive mercenaries that helps whoever pays them the most. Right now, they are being paid with holy artifacts from the Dominion and are helping them against hell, protecting a crucial chokepoint near the south of the Asterion Front. They are an annoyance.

-Heretic Coagulance: Armies of humans who sided themselves with the Legion. They can't wield death magic, and need the Golden Calves to power their weapons. They are a main frontline fighting force used to tire enemies out and minimize demonic deaths.

-Northern Asterion Front: The last theater remaining on the planet, fighting against the only human forces left.

(Note: Please comment any ideas you have that you think would add to this world. I ran out of creative juice.)

Created
May 8, 2026
Updated
May 12, 2026
Version
v5
Origin
Original content

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