A much more detailed background story for my Dark Lord who now has a name:
'Adjútor was a direct descendant of one of The Eight Divinities. He was given the title of The Helper. He was destined to help the race of men through all the ages, by any means necessary. He wasn't the only, but he was the first Demigod to appear in Nâdar. He was welcomed into the world not long after the beginning of the first age.
Adjútor helped the race of men build their kingdoms and empires over the years. He would use his powers and magic to create things and show people new ways of doing things. He would show them how to learn, create, and survive. He showed them peace, and wealth. Though, some became greedy. Not yet knowing how to control themselves, some took matter into their own hands and started commanding their armies to prepare themselves.
Adjútor repelled and became angry, but he would not lay a hand on the people. He tried to persuade them to stop. But before too long, the armies were marching. They had been ordered to take down all the other kingdoms in Nâdar, and in defence, the other kingdoms would do the same to protect themselves.
Adjútor took no part in any of this and he made sure of that by fleeing himself to the mountains. He made refuge and started a fire for himself. He didn't stand over the battlefield with angst against the race of men, he knew they were still young and were going to make mistakes. Rather, he stood there in hope and watched the flames of his campfire dance. He saw to the blackened sky and looked for the sun. But there was no sun, only ash falling upon his face.
Adjútor realised that on this day, there would be no hope. No light to save them from their own darkness. He dropped to his knees and weeped, for he knew where he must go from here. He knew where this moment would take him. Though, he never had the nature of evil in mind and he never planned to use evil as a power or a weapon, he merely saw no other power before him except that of pure wrath. He never fell to evil. He just accepted it. He accepted that for the race of men to stop destroying one another, he had to force them to stick together and fight a greater evil. Himself. He renamed himself as Darghân, giving himself the title of the fallen.'