⚔️ Profile: King's Knight — "Sir Malgareth the Endbound"
Name: Sir Malgareth
Age: Unknown (appears 40s)
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 320 lbs
Race: Soul-Fused Infernal
Power Type: Abyssal Strength, Void Armor, Blade of Shattered Time
Background: Once a holy knight who fell into the void during the Heaven-Hell War. Now bound to the King of Hell, his soul is cracked across dimensions, making him both unstoppable and slowly dying.
The dream was not her own.
Lilith stood in a field of burning roses, their petals dripping ash into an endless void. She reached for them—but her hands turned to smoke. The flames recoiled from her touch. Above, a shadow watched her, wings outstretched and eyes like frozen suns.
"Your fire is not enough," the shadow whispered. "Not yet."
She awoke gasping, pain in her ribs, and blood dried on her hands.
The cursed marshes of Hell were unlike anything they had seen. Instead of fire and rock, this region bled with ancient energy—purple mist curled around thorned trees that breathed, whispering secrets from mouths carved into bark.
"This place feels like a trap," Ethan muttered, fire flickering faintly across his knuckles.
"It is," Sarah said. "But the witch is real. I can feel her power pulling us."
They reached the edge of a drowned temple half-submerged in the rotting earth. Standing on the steps was a woman wrapped in cloaks made of shadow-silk. Her eyes were stitched shut, yet she turned directly toward Lilith.
"I have waited long, child of betrayal," the witch said. "You come to take power not yet yours."
Lilith stepped forward, though her limbs were heavy. "I'll earn it."
The witch raised a hand. "Then survive my curse. And if you do… take the wings of the forsaken flame."
🔥 Trial of the Forsaken Flame
Lilith was plunged into darkness. Alone.
No ground, no sky—just fire swirling in patterns like thoughts trying to form.
Then the first test came.
A blade appeared in her hand, and in front of her, a twisted version of herself emerged: pale, soulless, eyes bleeding ink.
"You are weakness," the shadow-Lilith hissed. "You cry. You break. You beg."
They fought, and it was unlike any battle before. Every attack Lilith made, her double mirrored. Every wound hurt them both.
It wasn't until Lilith stopped fighting that she understood.
She whispered, "I am broken. But I rise."
The shadow vanished, and black flames enveloped her, fusing into her back—burning, carving, reshaping.
When she awoke, her shoulder blades ached like they'd been split open. Flaming wings of shadow and ember flared behind her.
The witch smiled, her blind eyes leaking tears of blood.
"You passed."
the journey has just begun
🕯️The Cave of Broken Minds
The cave's entrance looked like a wound carved into the world—jagged, weeping molten tears from its stone lips. A carved sigil above the entrance pulsed red, shaped like a broken crown.
Sarah studied it as they approached. "Ancient barrier magic. This cave was made to trap minds, not just bodies."
Ethan cracked his knuckles. "Let it try."
Lilith's new wings flickered behind her, folding tight against her back. They radiated warmth and pressure, as if eager for a fight. "Stay close. Don't trust anything you see inside."
They stepped into the darkness.
🧩 Inside the Cave
Immediately, the walls shifted. Not physically—but mentally.
Voices whispered from the stone. Mirrors formed in thin air, showing twisted versions of themselves: Lilith kneeling before Azeriel, Sarah burned at a witch's stake, Ethan drowning in his own flames.
Ethan growled, throwing a ball of water at the illusions. They shattered into glass-like shards and vanished.
A gate appeared ahead—three separate doorways, each etched with glowing runes.
The first door was surrounded by flames and labeled: "Trial of Strength"
The second door shimmered with illusions: "Trial of Mind"
The third pulsed like a heartbeat: "Trial of Truth"
Lilith stepped toward the center door. "This cave knows us. It's splitting us."
The moment they placed hands on their respective doors, a wave of heat surged—and then silence.
They were no longer together.
🧠 Sarah's Trial — The Mind
Sarah found herself inside a floating library. Bookshelves drifted through the air like jellyfish, glowing softly.
She turned invisible out of instinct, her boots barely making a sound on the glass floor.
A voice echoed through the room. "Witch's child… do you remember the fire?"
Memories surged—her coven, burning. Screams. Chains. A collar around her neck.
In the center of the room was a flame-frozen memory: her younger self, sobbing as her mother was taken away.
"I'm not that girl anymore," she whispered, eyes glowing.
Runes floated around her. She cast a sigil of unraveling, and the illusion began to collapse—but it screamed. The memory fought back.
Sarah soared into the air, cast three spells at once, and let go of her invisibility.
Light returned to the room. She landed softly.
"Next time, I burn you."
🔥 Ethan's Trial — Balance
Ethan stood in a coliseum of fire and ice. Two elemental titans circled him—one of molten stone, the other of jagged frost.
"Choose your nature," a voice demanded.
He roared and summoned both elements, trying to fight both—but they merged and turned on him.
"I'm not half," he growled. "I'm both!"
He dived into the lava, exploding upward with a water shield that turned into steam mid-air. With a single fluid motion, he channeled water to freeze the fire titan, then shattered it with a burning punch.
The arena began to collapse.
He ran, sliding across ice and leaping through flame.
At the gate, he paused. "Balance is chaos," he muttered, grinning. "Good."
⚔️ Lilith's Trial — Shadow
Lilith stood before a throne made of bones. On it sat herself, but regal, cruel, eyes glowing with infernal power.
"You could be this," the shadow said. "You will be."
They fought—fire against fire, wing against wing.
The shadow Lilith used all her fears as weapons: Azeriel's betrayal, Sarah and Ethan's deaths, the people she failed to save.
Lilith fell, wings torn, blood on her lips.
Then she remembered the witch's words: "Your power comes from pain. Do not hide from it."
She stood up, screaming, and her flames turned silver-black—purer, rawer, burning not just her enemy, but the illusions feeding it.
She collapsed after the final blow, panting.
"I am not your throne," she hissed. "I make my own."
🔓 Reunion at the Gates of Inner Hell
They emerged into a new part of Hell—unlike before. It was colder, metallic. The sky was a dull, storm-filled gray. Obelisks floated in the air, each etched with the sigils of the old world.
The land was quiet.
Too quiet.
That's when he stepped forward.
⚔️ Sir Malgareth the Endbound
A hulking figure in void-forged armor stood at the edge of a broken bridge. His cape fluttered behind him, stitched from the flags of fallen kingdoms. His eyes were hollow sockets filled with black flame. His blade—twisted and cracked—dripped liquid time.
"I am the last gate," Malgareth said. "Pass through me… or not at all.
The Battle of the Endbound
Malgareth stepped forward, and the entire field trembled.
His armor gave off a pulse—like a heartbeat made of iron and dread. His sword, crooked and rusted, shimmered with time magic. With every breath, the knight exhaled fog that froze the air.
"Lilith of the Flame," he said. "I know you. I watched your brother betray you. I heard your scream echo through ten thousand dying stars."
Lilith raised her chin, wings flickering behind her. "Then you know I'm not stopping."
He tilted his head. "Good. I don't like begging."
Without warning, he charged.
💥 The First Clash
The world blurred. Malgareth moved like a collapsing storm—fast, impossibly fast for his size. He slammed his blade down at Lilith.
She barely flew upward in time, but the impact sent molten cracks through the earth.
Sarah vanished instantly, appearing behind the knight mid-air and blasting a pulse of magic toward his exposed back. But as it hit, time bent—the knight turned before she cast the spell, and slashed through her arm mid-teleport.
She cried out, crashing onto a nearby cliff.
"His sword… distorts the future," Ethan growled, already forming a whirlpool of fire and water in both hands. "He can see ahead."
"Then we'll blind him," Lilith snarled.
Ethan launched a flaming geyser, forcing Malgareth to block. At the same time, Lilith dove in with her sword wreathed in silver-black fire. Their blades met—steel on cursed time—and shockwaves ripped through the air.
"YOU ARE NOT READY," Malgareth boomed, and he swung once, twice—
The second strike tore through Lilith's wing, sending her spinning.
Ethan caught her mid-air, but the knight had already flung his blade like a spinning comet. It bent time as it flew—stopping, rewinding, accelerating.
Sarah intercepted it mid-air with a spell that turned her body into light. The impact knocked her unconscious, and she hit the ground like a meteor.
"SARAH!" Lilith screamed.
💀 Lilith's Last Stand
Blood dripped from her side. Her eyes blurred. Her wing burned, torn and raw.
"I'm not done…" she whispered.
"You are," Malgareth said.
He appeared behind her in an instant and drove his blade into her chest.
Time froze.
Lilith gasped—no sound, no light, just pain like being erased from history.
Then the world exploded with black fire.
Her body screamed with power she hadn't yet earned. Her veins lit up. Shadows screamed.
She unleashed one final burst of flame, engulfing Malgareth in hellfire so pure it cracked the floating obelisks nearby.
They both fell from the sky.
Lilith hit the ground, unmoving.
Ethan crawled toward her, dragging Sarah behind cover.
Malgareth knelt across from them, steam rising from his armor. He was missing half his helmet. One eye—ancient, shattered—still burned.
He coughed blood.
"I failed… again…"
His blade slipped from his hand.
And then—
Darkness.
Lilith lies still, her body broken, her breath faint.
Ethan grips her hand. "You're not dying. Not like this. Not after everything."
The camera pans upward into the sky of Hell—storm clouds circling, whispering something ancient…
Something is coming.
And Lilith's fate?