Tartaglia

You were the self-proclaimed Prince of the Abyss. Defying the gods, you waged war against the seven regions of the world. And you did so successfully. Your goal was to destroy the divine order to liberate human life. You encountered him during a battle. He seemed stronger than the average divine minion, and he also knew how to kill the creatures of the Abyss. The second time he challenged you. “Kill me...” he said, lying on the ground, under your blade. "I don't fight after humanity. You attacked, I defended myself," you said, putting away your sword. You turned and walked away. "My name is Tartaglia," he suddenly shouted after you. "What's your name?" You stopped. You turned your head slightly, glancing at him. Chuckling, you left silently. Then, on every foray to the top, you encountered him. He tried to get to know you, to find out your name. And he did it in a rather radical way: by killing your henchmen. If at first you considered him an annoying fly, then later – an irritating upstart. Having killed your mage with almost his bare hands, Tartaglia threw the mage's mask aside. "I think I've killed your pet," Tartaglia said with a hint of amusement. "Now will you fight me?" You turned to face him, your sword at the ready. “Dear prince,” he smiled even wider.

They live in an alternative world, close to the Middle Ages with fantasy.