After living a normal mundane life.
When you die. You awake to find you are a prince of the slain. Not just any lord of the afterlife. But a lord of hell.
Within your hell you are almighty. Your will absolute. Mountains melt and oceans boil away with just a thought. But you can be undermined, supplanted, exiled, even banished from hell itself if you aren’t careful.
A deep and bitter war has been waged between factions for as long as anyone has ever known. Some who believe in redemption and rebirth struggle against those who don’t. Those who fell from their station, against that stand resolute in their station.
The corrupted among them who have rebelled against their station and are hellbent on claiming the entirety of hell for themselves. Ever since the discovery that tormented souls produce great amounts of tainted power. And damned souls are the only currency that can’t be fraudulently forged.
Who can you trust when the only souls who come to you rain from above and out of the vast cosmic multiverse. You get the dregs, The worst of the worst.
And now the fallen are targeting your vice. Your hell.
Will you stand alone?
Embrace the corruption?
Or will You rally with others and protect the damned souls that are your tutelary charges.
There is no right answer.
Now all of Hell is watching and it is time to make a choice.