Noctusborn – The One Born of the Night
They are called the Noctusborn.
The Nightborn.
But they were not born—
they emerged from a fracture in reality itself.
Between life and death,
where even shadows lose their names,
their origin begins.
Elandor – The Dark King
Elandor, once King of Kaelon,
was a man of light and law.
Until the intrigue came.
Until his family fell.
And with them, he fell as well.
In his deepest despair,
he turned toward the abyss—
and took from it.
He fed upon the shadowed flesh of the Devil.
Not as a victim.
Not as a servant.
But as one who devoured it.
And so Elandor was transformed.
No longer man.
No longer king.
No longer mortal.
The first Noctusborn.
And father of all Nightborn.
The Dark King
Now he walks as the Dark King through Mittertal.
Elandor—a name the world has not been able to forget.
He is the origin of his children.
Their father.
Their curse.
And when he speaks, they obey.
Not out of love.
Not out of choice.
But because they were born from him.
The Will of the Abyss
The Devil did not give him a destiny—
he left him one.
Elandor is to become his champion.
His instrument.
His final dark perfection.
And Mittertal is meant to fall.
Not through war.
But like a dying candle,
slowly consumed by its own fading flame.
The Children of Night
And so the Noctusborn follow him.
Born without wings.
Yet faster than any wind.
Like black mist slipping through the world.
Formless in shadow.
And yet inescapable.
For they are not an army.
They are an extension of his will.
His pain.
His vengeance.
His legacy.