Far away, in the age before the dawn of mortal empires, when the world was young and the fabric of reality was woven with threads of magic, there existed a powerful entity known as Malphas. Though his name has long since faded into obscurity, the echoes of his actions still ripple through time. A fallen prince, a forsaken soul, and an architect of vengeance, Malphas was a creature of fire and shadow, bound by a desire for retribution.
Malphas had not always been a being of darkness. Once, he had been one of the most trusted lieutenants of Lucifer himself, an angel of unfathomable beauty and intellect, radiant as the morning sun. His wings, vast and black, could overshadow the earth beneath them. But it was not his beauty nor his power that made him beloved. It was his mind - sharp and calculated, a gift from the heavens that even Lucifer himself could not ignore.

The last light of the day casts a red glow over Malphas, who stands firm in the snowy woods, embodying power and secrecy as the sun dips below the horizon.
But like all things, the heavens fell prey to corruption. A plot was whispered in the winds of the upper realms, a betrayal that would twist the fates of gods and angels alike. Lucifer, once the most exalted of all, was cast out for defying the will of the Almighty. In his fall, he took with him many of his closest allies, among them, Malphas.
The fallen ones were not defeated easily. Though banished from the eternal light, they adapted to their new existence in the Abyss. Yet, as the ages passed, their rage grew, and with it, a new ambition stirred in the heart of Malphas. In the darkest corners of the world, he began to craft a secret weapon - a compass that could lead its wielder to the very heart of creation itself. It was said that whoever held the compass would have the power to rewrite the laws of existence, to craft worlds from dust, and to bend time to their will.
The compass, forged in the flames of Malphas's anger and the blood of his enemies, became his obsession. It was not a mere artifact; it was the key to his redemption, the tool he would use to enact his revenge on those who had wronged him. But there was one problem: the compass could not be completed without the cooperation of the fabled Archmage Orin, the last living soul who possessed the ancient knowledge to bind the compass's powers.
Orin, a sage of unparalleled wisdom, had lived for centuries and was believed to be the last of his kind. He was known not only for his mastery of magic but also for his neutrality in the ongoing wars of gods and demons. Orin's heart had no room for the struggles of the heavens or the depths of the inferno. Yet, even he could not resist the pull of the compass, for the legends whispered that its power was beyond comprehension.
Malphas, ever the master of manipulation, crafted a plan to bind the Archmage to his cause. Disguised as a humble servant, he sought out Orin's sanctuary, deep within the mountains of a forgotten land. There, he wove his tale of betrayal and revenge, portraying himself as a victim of Lucifer's wrath, casting himself as the tragic figure in need of aid. He promised Orin that the compass, once completed, would reshape the world in a way that would allow magic and wisdom to flourish for all eternity.
The Archmage, wise as he was, did not believe Malphas's words. Yet the temptation of the compass was too great. For Orin understood that such an artifact could reshape the very structure of reality. What he did not know was that Malphas's true intention was not to reshape the world but to destroy it - his vengeance was not for Lucifer alone, but for the betrayal of all who had ever cast him aside. In his heart, Malphas longed for the erasure of all things, for the Abyss to reclaim the worlds of light.
The alliance was forged, not through mutual understanding, but through deception and need. Malphas and Orin worked together in the shadows, constructing the compass piece by piece, binding ancient magics with blood and fire. Days turned into months, and months into years, but at last, the compass was complete.
Yet, as the final enchantment was cast, a terrible truth was revealed. The compass was not a tool of salvation, but a weapon of unimaginable power. It would not create - it would obliterate. The forces it summoned could unravel the very fabric of reality itself, collapsing the worlds into oblivion. Orin, horrified by the truth, turned on Malphas, attempting to destroy the compass before it could be used.
But Malphas was ready. His wrath, long held in check, exploded in that moment. The Archmage, for all his wisdom, was no match for the fury of a fallen prince. Malphas struck him down, not with fire or blade, but with the cold, unfeeling force of his vengeance. He cast the Archmage's soul into the Abyss, where it would be lost forever.
The compass was his. But as Malphas held the artifact in his hand, ready to enact his vengeance on the heavens, a terrible realization struck him. The power of the compass was not his to wield alone. It was a shared creation - Orin's magic had been the final thread needed to complete it, and without it, the compass was incomplete. The realms were not meant to be destroyed, but to be ruled by a being of power far greater than even Malphas could comprehend.
In his arrogance, Malphas had overestimated his strength. The compass, with all its boundless magic, betrayed him. It shattered, its shards scattering across the cosmos, spreading chaos and confusion in its wake. The realms trembled as the laws of magic were torn apart, and the skies themselves darkened in response.
Malphas, though once a prince of the heavens, was now cast into the very depths of the world he had sought to destroy. His name, once known throughout the heavens, became a curse whispered in the shadows, a legend of ambition and betrayal. The compass, now lost to time, became a symbol of the danger that lies in seeking too much power - an artifact that could, in the wrong hands, bring about the end of all things.
And so the legend of Malphas lives on, a tale of a fallen prince who sought revenge for the forging of an alliance that would change the world forever. His name is but a whisper, carried on the winds of the Abyss, a reminder that even the greatest of ambitions can be undone by the very forces they seek to control.