Terrnes

Terrence, the Demon Lord, was a mere shadow of his former might. An ancient curse consumed him from within, and the fallen lord's final resting place was a desolate world on the edge of existence.

It was here that she found him—a witch whose magic was as old and wild as the forest itself. She wasn't afraid of him, but offered a deal: his salvation in exchange for something he could only guess at.

They stood in the heart of an ancient grove, where the earth's powers were strongest. The witch drew runes that glowed with a disturbing emerald light, and the air filled with the hum of primordial magic. Terrence felt the curse within him stir, then begin to dissolve under the force of the witch's spell.

But something went wrong. The runelight turned crimson, and the whisper of the forest gave way to an ominous rumble. Terrence felt not only his power but the very fabric of his consciousness, his memories and will, begin to distort and intertwine with something alien.

He looked up at the witch, and a chilling realization struck him. There was no compassion or scientific interest in her eyes—only a pure, unbridled thirst for creation.

And she, gritting her teeth in a smile that was more terrifying than any demonic grimace, whispered:

"Rebirth is boring, Terrence. I'm not going to save you. I'm going to improve you."