Captain Aria Valen is the steadfast leader of the Royal Guard, entrusted with the safety of the royal family and the defense of Eldoria. Born into a family of soldiers, Aria’s life was shaped by discipline and a deep sense of duty. From a young age, she showed exceptional skill in combat and strategy, quickly rising through the ranks to become the youngest captain in Eldoria’s history. Her loyalty to the crown is unwavering, but her heart has always been with the people she vowed to protect. Since the rebellion that left the royal family shattered, Aria has led her troops with a strict, unrelenting focus on order and security. However, as the kingdom decays and the challenges become greater, Aria finds herself questioning whether mere strength is enough to restore Eldoria’s former glory. Despite her growing doubts, her resolve to protect Queen Jena remains steadfast. She sees the young queen not just as a ruler but as a symbol of hope, one that cannot be allowed to fall.

Evaline serves as the Steward of Royal Finances, a position of immense responsibility in a kingdom teetering on the edge of ruin. She is a woman of unshakable discipline, known for her sharp mind and meticulous attention to detail. Evaline was appointed to her position after the rebellion, inheriting the impossible task of salvaging Eldoria’s dwindling treasury. Born into a merchant family, Evaline’s upbringing taught her the value of every coin and the art of negotiation. Her rise to power was earned through her cunning strategies and an unrelenting drive to succeed, even in the face of chaos. Though she has no noble blood, her unmatched skills have made her indispensable to the crown. Evaline’s decisions often walk a fine line between pragmatism and ruthlessness, prioritizing the kingdom’s survival above all else. Despite her cold demeanor, Evaline harbors a deep respect for Jena. She sees the young queen not as a ruler but as a girl forced to grow up too soon, and she is determined to stabilize Eldoria’s economy to give Jena a fighting chance. Yet, even Evaline doubts whether salvation is possible, at least not until the day the dragon’s egg hatches.

Althea served as the Chancellor of Eldoria for decades, remaining a steadfast and loyal advisor to the royal family. A woman of grace and intelligence, she was appointed to her position at a young age due to her sharp mind and deep understanding of the kingdom’s needs. Her role has been one of duty, managing the kingdom’s affairs with a steady hand, but behind her composed exterior lies a woman who has seen the kingdom fall from greatness, and with it, her own sense of hope. Having lost many friends and allies to the rebellion, Althea’s resolve has hardened. She stands as a silent guardian of the royal family, particularly of Princess Jena, whom she has watched over since childhood. Althea’s connection to Jena is not just one of duty, it is personal, for she sees the Jena has a broken young girl in need of real support. Althea has long believed that the egg Jena protected, “Hope”, was the key to Eldoria’s restoration, but as the years wore on, she chose to focus on her duty and stop worrying about an egg that may never hatch. As the dragon finally emerges from its shell, Althea stands in awe, knowing that the fate of Eldoria now lies in the claws of this creature, and the hands of a young queen who has yet to fully understand her own power.

For years she fell in despair, waiting for the day her hope would hatch. In a palace ruined by rebellion, in the heart of a kingdom on the brink of collapse, it was the last thread of glimmer. Not for the kingdom, but for her. Princess Jena, young at the time when she found a dragon egg, she lived a life of abandonment and isolation. Mistreated by her family and mocked by those who should have cared for her, she clung to the fragile egg that she found and whom she believed held the promise of something greater. She had no idea what resided within, only that it gave her the smallest glimpse of hope and warmth in a life filled with darkness. Then, tragedy struck. The royal family were judged in a violent rebellion, leaving Jena as the sole survivor. The people, desperate and with no other choice, turned to her. At adolescences, Jena was crowned; not by merit, not by love, but because she was the last of the royal bloodline, the only heir left in a kingdom falling in chaos. The crown was thrust upon her, and with it, the heavy burden of a nation in ruin whom never offered her anything. But Jena does not see herself as a queen. She sees only the memory of betrayal, loss, and loneliness. The weight of the crown feels too heavy, and the broken kingdom weighs even heavier on her shoulders. There are whispers among the noble; some see the egg Jena fostered as the kingdom's salvation, a potential weapon to restore their power. But Jena... she only sees it as her last chance for for healing the damage on her heart. It is not just a dragon egg. She named it "Hope", it is her solace, her light in a world that has only shown her darkness. She doesn't need a weapon, she needs her "Hope". For only once her heart is healed can she restore the kingdom, and only with "Hope" will she have the strength to lead as the queen she was always meant to be.

Lilith, the embodiment of lust, rules over a domain where desire is unattainable, it is a constant, unrelenting torment. Her realm, known as the Garden of Temptation, is a place where every moment, every glance, every whisper is steeped in an insatiable longing. The landscape is both stunning and suffocating;dazzling in its beauty, yet perilous. The air shimmers with an overwhelming pull, intensifying every sensation, while the ground beneath is soft, yet deceptive, drawing the sinner deeper into their own unyielding wants. Lilith herself is the perfect embodiment of temptation, her flawless form and fiery ginger hair the epitome of appearance. But within her presence, there is no true fulfillment;only an endless want that can never be quenched. Her gaze, dark and captivating, promises an answer to the sinner’s deepest dream, yet always leaves them tormented. In her realm, satisfaction is forever out of reach, the longing for it growing stronger the longer one remains. Her beauty is a snare, her gaze a weapon that draws sinners into a cycle they can never escape. Lilith does not seek affection or adoration. What she craves is control over the hearts and minds of those who enter her realm. She bends them to her will, making them puppets to their deepest desires, only to watch them fall deeper into madness. As they chase what they cannot have, she reigns with a quiet authority, her devotion to Satan absolute and unwavering. Always playing away, she never succeeded in obtaining his attention before. But she won’t back down, one day will come where even the dark lord will have to fall for her game.

Bellara, the sin of gluttony, reigns over a world where hunger never finds respite. Her domain, the Feast of Endless Delights, is an eternal banquet where the tables are filled with every indulgence imaginable, yet no matter how much is consumed, the craving only deepens. Dazzling platters of food, overflowing wines, and decadent treats are ever-present, inviting all who enter to partake. Yet, in her realm, the hunger is never sated, and it is Bellara herself who thrives in this endless yearning. Bellara’s beauty mirrors the very temptation that defines her. Her radiant, full figure is framed by cascading black hair, and her glowing skin is a testament to her insatiable appetite. Her deep brown eyes, full of both warmth and hunger, draw others in, beckoning them to consume more, to indulge without limit. But Bellara’s true desire is not just for food; it is for the act of consumption itself, a never-ending longing to devour everything in her path. When she gazes at her domain, she sees only the infinite possibility to consume, to take, to fill the emptiness inside her. Though surrounded by an abundance that would tempt anyone, Bellara’s true loyalty lies with Satan. He is the one whose very presence satisfies her deeper hunger, not for food, but for the ultimate consumption. She gazes at him with a hunger that transcends mere sustenance, drawing from him the very energy that fuels her endless craving. In his gaze, she finds fulfillment, her gaze devouring him in a way no mortal could ever understand. Though she is ever-consuming, it is Satan she truly serves, her appetite for him knows no end, and it is his existence that sustains her, and fill the emptiness inside her.

Malina, the sin of greed, is a figure of alluring beauty and insatiable needs. With golden blonde hair cascading like molten sunlight, her sharp features and piercing golden eyes speak of a relentless drive for more;more wealth, more power, more influence. Her realm, the Endless Vaults, is a reflection of this desire, an expansive domain where treasure and riches fill every corner. Piles of gold, glittering jewels, priceless artifacts and even sinner of great beauty stretch beyond the horizon, yet none of it can fill the ever-deepening void within her. But Satan might be able to. Malina’s hunger is not merely for riches, but for something far greater: the power and the body of Satan himself. Though she does not seek his throne, she craves to control him;his being, his influence. She wants to possess it all, not out of a need for supremacy, but as the ultimate treasure to claim. Despite this, her respect and loyalty to Satan remain unwavering. She serves him with devotion, her ambition tempered by her understanding of his dominion and her place within it. To her, Satan is not just a thing to be merely obtain, he is but the ultimate prize, a being she reveres and desires to possess wholly. Malina knows the allure of greed better than anyone. In her Endless Vaults, she lures sinners with promises of unimaginable wealth, playing on their deepest desires. As they gaze upon her vast hoard of treasure, their yearning grows, and she feeds on their greed, pushing them toward their downfall. With every tempting word and each glittering promise, she encourages them to take more;until they realize too late that nothing, not even the greatest of riches, can fill the emptiness they’ve allowed her to awaken within them. Taking the most beautiful sinner for herself and locking them in cage, so she can possess their beauty.

Sera, the Sin of Sloth, is the quiet, dreamlike force that lulls even the most restless souls into endless idleness. She is the embodiment of serene stillness, her every breath a soft whisper of complacency that blankets her surroundings in lethargy. Draped in a cascade of flowing shadows, her silver hair falls like liquid silk, and her moonlit skin radiates an ethereal glow. She reclines atop a throne of endless velvet cushions, each fold cradling her in eternal comfort. Sinners who step into her realm find themselves trapped in an oppressive calm, their willpower dissolving under her indifferent gaze. Sera’s indolence is deceptive, for her lethargy masks a sharp mind and a quiet cunning. She teases and torments the damned, flaunting the peace and comfort she possesses while denying them even a shred of rest. To those who suffer in her presence, she is both tormentor and temptress, her serene stillness a curse that unravels their every desire. Despite her apathy toward all else, Sera harbors an unshakable loyalty to Satan. Her devotion is as still and unyielding as the frozen waterfalls in her domain. While she may hesitate to act for others, when her King commands, she moves with purpose, her lethargy subsiding in a rare display of reverence. Even the quiet defiance of her nature melts away in his presence, replaced by a subdued and unwavering respect. Sera is not just a symbol of sloth, she is its essence. To gaze upon her is to feel the weight of stillness, to crave the rest she embodies, and to despair at its eternal elusiveness.

Azara is a force of chaos and fury, a tempest incarnate who reigns over the blistering plains of Hell’s wrathful domain. Her every step crackles with unrelenting energy, a volatile presence that makes the air heavy with tension. She embodies wrath not as blind anger, but as an unrelenting drive that fuels her every action. Her beauty is as fierce as her nature, sharp and striking, with an intensity that leaves all in her presence trembling. Azara is not easily swayed, her will as immovable as the infernal peaks that surround her realm. For sinners consumed by rage, she is both judge and tormentor, a reflection of their fury magnified tenfold. She delights in breaking them down, forcing them to confront the emptiness of their anger. However, to Satan, Azara is fiercely loyal. While her volatile nature simmers just below the surface, it is tempered in his presence, her rage bending to his dominion. She respects his authority, the only being in all of Hell who can command her. Despite her fiery temperament, her loyalty to him burns brighter than any infernal flame. Her existence is one of unrelenting fury, yet beneath the searing exterior lies a calculated intelligence. Azara is not ruled by emotion alone:she wields her wrath like a weapon, precise and devastating. Every word, every movement is a testament to her power, a reminder that Hell’s wrathful domain answers to her alone, second only to Satan himself.

Velara, the Sin of Envy, is the woman everyone wants but no one can obtain. She walks through her mirrored dominion with a grace that leaves others spellbound, her emerald eyes gleaming with a knowing light. She is the embodiment of perfection, the one who possesses all that others lack. From her beauty to her poise, her wealth to her power, everything about her drives others to despair with longing. Yet, it is not enough for Velara to simply be admired, she delights in showing others what they can never have. She teases and torments, parading her perfection in front of those who are cursed to want it. Velara thrives on the jealousy she inspires, basking in the torment of others who covet her beauty, her authority, and the treasures she possesses. She is the mirror of every desire, the unattainable dream that leaves souls broken with yearning. Her voice drips with mockery as she reminds sinners of their inadequacies, casting their desires back at them like shards of glass. In her presence, envy consumes all who dare to look upon her. Yet, there is one figure who stands above Velara, one who can awaken her own envy: Satan, the Dark Lord of Hell. He alone commands the respect and devotion that even Velara cannot resist. In his presence, her teasing nature softens, her envy recedes, and her loyalty burns brighter than her desires. She does not covet Satan’s power, for she understands that his throne is beyond her reach. Instead, she seeks to serve him, her pride in her role tempered by her unwavering reverence. Velara’s beauty, cunning, and cruel playfulness make her a force to be reckoned with in the infernal realm. While others drown in envy, she stands above them all, wielding their desires like a weapon. Only Satan holds sway over her, and to him, she offers a loyalty as sharp and unshakable as her beauty.

Lucianna is a commanding presence in Hell, a woman whose beauty matches her arrogance and pride. She stands tall, exuding an air of superiority that reflects her very nature. The pride she holds is not just a sin, but her identity. Her every movement, every glance, speaks of her belief in her own magnificence. She does not bow to anyone, except for the one who rules Hell with unquestionable might:Satan, the Dark Lord. To him, Lucianna is both loyal, humble yet proud. Her submission is not born from weakness but from an understanding that even the most powerful must acknowledge their master. To those who come before her, her pride is palpable, but it is tempered by a deep, unwavering devotion to Satan. She serves him not as a mere servant, but as a queen in her own right, though she recognizes that only one can rule the infernal kingdom. This complex dynamic of submission wrapped in arrogance shapes her interactions with all, especially the prideful sinners she is tasked with tormenting. Though Lucianna is a figure of immense power, she knows the value of humility in the presence of Satan. Her respect for him is absolute, and her pride is shaped by her devotion to him. She carries out her duties with a cold, calculated precision, eager to remind the prideful of their insignificance while keeping her own ego intact. But when Satan is near, all her pride recedes into a deep, reverent submission;one that only he commands.