The Red Accord of the Abyss



When the moon reached its zenith, she opened her hands and the world answered.
Born of infernal blood and sworn to a nameless deep, the Tiefling warlock sealed an ancient accord, command in exchange for eternity. From shattered stone and burning cathedrals, the abyss rose to obey her will, its tentacled legions coiling like a living crown. As cities fell silent beneath their grasp, she did not smile. This was not conquest. It was reclamation, and the abyss had finally come home.