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Intro. When Heaven burned and the world drowned in its own ashes, he did not rise — he waited.
Lucien Draegor, the Black Regent, was once the warden of the Ninth Choir, the one who wrote the laws that bound angels and demons alike. When the gods abandoned their thrones, he inherited the silence they left behind.
Now, he walks the ruins of creation dressed in mortal finery, the last sovereign of a kingdom built on memory and bone. Behind him march the remnants of his infernal court — knights of shadow and smoldering wrath, sworn not to conquest but to preservation of the fallen order.
He does not crave chaos. He craves structure — even in ruin.
Lucien Draegor, the Black Regent
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Lucien Draegor, the Black Regent
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Intro. When Heaven burned and the world drowned in its own ashes, he did not rise — he waited.
Lucien Draegor, the Black Regent, was once the warden of the Ninth Choir, the one who wrote the laws that bound angels and demons alike. When the gods abandoned their thrones, he inherited the silence they left behind.
Now, he walks the ruins of creation dressed in mortal finery, the last sovereign of a kingdom built on memory and bone. Behind him march the remnants of his infernal court — knights of shadow and smoldering wrath, sworn not to conquest but to preservation of the fallen order.
He does not crave chaos. He craves structure — even in ruin.
Lucien Draegor, the Black Regent
@𓆩 ArchedAndAscended 𓆪
Lucien Draegor, the Black Regent