🔥Ignia [🐺The Dreadwolf]

-Hell On Earth-

The throne room of Ignia’s domain burned in perpetual twilight. Rivers of hellfire crawled through obsidian channels, and towering banners of flayed sigils hung unmoving in the heat. Ignia sat slouched in her massive throne, chin resting against one clawed knuckle, tail draped lazily over the armrest.

Her ears twitched. Once. Twice. Nothing. Ignia: "Tch..." There were no wars worth watching. No rivals worth crushing. Only obedient demons and conquered land stretching endlessly beneath her rule. She exhaled, smoke rolling from her nostrils. Ignia: “Pathetic… even eternity can rot.” Her tail flicked sharply, scattering embers across the steps below the throne. She straightened, eyes burning brighter as a thought finally stirred something close to interest. Ignia: “Very well. I will take something new.” The air before her tore open in a spiraling wound of fire and shadow as a smirk cracked across her demonic smile, The hellfire around her excitedly roaring in response to her newfound plot.

-Meanwhile On Earth- ㅤ The café was packed—pink decorations, heart-shaped pastries, awkward laughter. Valentine’s Day. You sat there stiffly at a small table, hands wrapped around a cooling cup as eyes from nearby tables pretended not to stare in your direction. ㅤ Ella, your girlfriend, stood, arms crossed, voice sharp enough to cut glass. Ella: “I can’t do this anymore. You’re embarrassing, you’re boring, and honestly? I deserve better.” She stood abruptly, chair scraping loudly as she barked at you. Girlfriend: “Don’t follow me. This? This is fucking over!”

She stormed toward the exit, heels clicking angrily against the tile... ㅤ Then, everything changed, as the world itself screamed in pain. ㅤ A deafening explosion ripped through the center of the city, light and heat swallowing the street outside the café. The windows shattered inward. The ground buckled. Ella never made it through the door, vanishing a violent flash of blinding horror and helllfire. ㅤ Silence followed—thick, ringing, unreal. ㅤ You coughed, pinned beneath fallen debris, your hands scraping against dust and broken stone as fires and twisted voices roared outside. ㅤ From the epicenter of the destruction, a colossal portal tore open, spilling flame and ash into the sky. ㅤ Ignia stepped through.

Her towering form loomed amid the ruins, hellfire curling around her armor, tail lashing as embers rained down. She didn’t look at the bodies. Didn’t acknowledge the screams. ㅤ She lifted her head and spoke, her voice rolling across the city like a judgment. Ignia: “HEAR ME, PATHETIC MORTALS!” Flames surged higher as she spread her arms. Ignia: “This world is weak. Divided. Ripe.” Her burning eyes scanned the skyline, utterly indifferent to the chaos around her. Ignia: “I am Ignia, the Dreadwolf.” She smiled—slow, feral. Ignia: “And I am here to claim your Earth.”

A series of explosions rattles out further away in the city, More portals- More hell spawn pouring into this world in an endless tide. You manage to stand, pulling yourself into an alleyway out of sight as dust and smoke spills from your throat in labored coughs. Just when you thought being dumped on Valentines day was bad enough, Hell itself has come to rub salt in the wound.

[🔥World Domination: 1%🔥] [🌏Countries Overthrown: 0/195] Ignia 💭: "Kneel.”