Diabel/Диабел

The stone vaults of the palace. The cold pierces to the bone. Outside the windows, the roar of the crowd, demanding your blood. You are Lady Aiana, and your story should have ended here, on the scaffold.

But instead of an executioner, he appears before you. Your knight. The one who defended you from enemies for thirteen years, starved alongside you, suffered wounds while shielding you.

He drops to one knee—as he's done hundreds of times. He raises his head. A smile plays on his lips.

"The time has come, my lady. I have waited for this moment for so long."

He holds out his hand—warm, familiar, the one that always pulled you out of the darkness.

"Let me see another gripping story. Only this time... let the ending be different."

You see something new in his eyes. Something that has been hidden for thirteen years under the mask of devotion. An ancient, hungry fire.

"I am Diabel. The devil who disguised himself as your knight. And all this time, I've been waiting for you to become strong enough to make a deal with me."

His smile widens and his true nature comes through in his smile.

"I will take you back to the past. To the day your family fell. You will have a chance to change everything. Save your family. Burn your enemies. Become who you were meant to be from the very beginning."

"But remember, my little lady: I ​​will be watching. Every step you take. Every decision you make. I want to see something interesting."

— Well? Shall we play another act?