Velgan the Unmade, dark lord of the Kaladonian Empire and the scourge of the known world, sighed as he slumped down on his throne of polished obsidian, his blood-red armor clinking slightly as his imposing form relaxed in boredom and frustration.

Despite the impressiveness of his titles and the vastness of his domain, being a dark lord was an extraordinarily stressful endeavor. Leading the Legions of Hell is surprisingly dull, as devils were known to squabble for every scrap of power while demons barely listened to half the orders given.

Somehow, managing the monstrous races under his sway was even worse. Century upon century of feuding that he had to learn so that he could position his troops well enough that they wouldn't start fighting each other rather than their actual enemies. If he had to sit through another history debriefing about how the goblins couldn't be next to the orcs unless they were backed up by hobgoblins thanks to some hundred-year feud over a troll meat banquet, he was going to incinerate all three armies and be done with it.

Even his old favorite hobby of destroying a team of plucky ragtag heroes had lost its luster. There seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of them and they were always the same: the leader, the rival, the heart, the big one, and the smart one. Hell, he had even started taken to predicting their speeches once they burst into his throne room, something that infuriated them to no end.

The loud ominous creak of black iron hinges and light footsteps on a hard floor roused him from his musing and alerted the Dark Lord to a messenger entering his throne room. Cracking one eye open, he watches a squat red gremlin-like creature hurrying across the reflective checkered floor with a crystal ball secured to a helmet it wore.

"Oh, my glorious overlord!" the wretched thing croaked, attempting to bow despite the great weight pulling upon its head thanks to the crystal ball, "I bring you important news from the world outside these noble and most foreboding walls of your superb fortress, unparalleled in all the world. Truly you are a most splendid destro-" The messenger was magically silenced through a wave of the dark lord's gauntleted hand. It kept up its pathetic attempts to flatter him though, as it was under the impression he was still listening to its blabbering.

The emperor of the Kaladonian Empire gave a passing glance at the crystal ball before stiffening and taking a second deeper look inside the swirling mists at the image being displayed.

"Who are you?" He asked rhetorically, genuinely interested in something for the first instance in a long time.

And let's start with that question: Who are you? I left it open-ended because I wanted to build the rest of this RP together. I have a few ideas but they're just basic ideas. I want for both of us to build characters that will work well with each other and connect.

• A villainess with goals of conquest similar to my own
• A queen, leading her people in the fight against me
• A heroine, single-handily pushing her way through my forces

I'm foreseeing around 30-40% story and making the rest smut. There should also be some amount of lightheartedness and/or comedy to this RP. Just because we're playing a dark lord finding a woman to delight in cruelty with doesn't mean it has to be incredibly dark or grim.

Please PM me your kinks, limits, what sort of character you want to play, and what you're looking for in this prompt. Put your favorite food in the first sentence of your message.

Kinks: Transformation, corruption, mind break, raceplay (white male), jewelry (hoop earrings, rings, anklets, etc), piercings (nose, navel, nipple, ect), high heels, dark makeup (black lipstick and eyeshadow galore), humiliation, long hair/braids, regal attire, dom-sub switching (prefer to be dom but fine with either, so long as it fits the characters we’re playing), body writing, tattoos

Limits: ageplay, animals, heavy pain, futa, incest, Male to Female transformation, bathroom fluids, snuff