📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)
Within the castle was a room, locked and sealed away by powerful magic. Walls adorned with armour and weaponry, abandoned long ago. The hinges of a door creaked, light streaming into the room for the first time in millennia. Footsteps disturbed the dust, particles dancing in the orange hue cast by the candlelit hallway. He approached a desk, a box sat atop. A click of his fingers and it unlocked, reaching in to pull out a worn journal. Flipping through the pages, memories he preferred to forget came rushing back. He stopped part way through, the last entry written in a shaky hand.
“The war is over. We were defeated. They finally called off their forces. I’ve seen countless battles, but none so devastating as this. Our forces were wiped out, drowned or eaten whole by the beast they mark as divine. I see no difference between the monstrous creatures of our realm and theirs.
Demons, angels. Locked in a futile battle, each trying to vanquish the other. At the end of it, we all lose. We all suffer loss, though I’m afraid of how much more the Devildom can afford to lose. Their weapons are getting stronger, as are ours. How long will it be before we wipe ourselves out?
Father The King’s health is deteriorating, so I’m left bearing more of his duties. I fear for the wound he’s suffered. Hibernation seems to help, but it’ll be hundreds of millennia before he’s back to himself. I must prepare to succeed him. Soon, I shall become King.
I won’t allow this to happen again. We have lost too much, and surely so have they. It’s enough. This ancient grudge will end with me. I will extend the olive branch. I will offer them peace. I will offer unity, so we may not know this devastation again.”