Enters Berserker Stance and switches to the demon boomerang, increasing Basic ATK Range. Each attack deals 360% DMG to its target and 30% of that as AoE DMG to nearby enemies, inflicting on enemies hit.
Attack Range
11 cells
Lvl. 2
DMG +40%
Lvl. 3
AoE DMG +10%
Lvl. 4
DMG +60%
Lvl. 5
Skill Cost -150
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Talent
Promo. 2
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Demon bow: Inflicts on the target. Demon blades: While not in Berserker Stance, 30% chance to increase the hero's ATK Spd. by 40 for 10 sec, stacking up to 3 times.
Superiority is won at the end of a flaming blade or mortal arrow.
A3
Deals 20% increased DMG to targets inflicted with .
The torn-out eye sees all lesser souls and harvests them for its power.
A4
Rage Regen (ATK) +2
The lowly Demons shall be slaves that fight for their master, the most terrifying of Demons.
A5
When entering Berserker Stance, immediately gains full stacks of ATK Spd. bonus from Talent. The first 5 Basic ATK(s) in Berserker Stance deal 100% extra DMG and inflict .
All shall bow down or die before the Dreadlord, rightful master of Demonkind!
They called him shepherd, confessor, savior. He spoke of humility with a voice like velvet sin, his sermons laced with poison that bloomed in the minds of the faithful. In the cathedral's shadow, he grinned—a wolf in vestments, teeth bared beneath a veil of piety. In every bowed head, he saw not reverence, but subjugation.
He did not crave their worship—he expected it. He walked among the trembling as if the divine knelt before him. When they came to him, broken, desperate, he offered not mercy, but a mirror to their shame. With one touch, he pulled confessions like weeds, delighting in each corrupted root. They wept, not knowing if they'd been saved or condemned.
But robes tear like flesh, and his patience wore thinner than the wafers he once offered. In time, the demon beneath the cloth returned—smiling, sanctified. The Saint of Sin is taking all comers, now. Would you care to confess?
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Torn Wings
"In your deviant shadow, I find refuge and ruin, becoming lost in the abyss of our twisted desires."
-Lust
In the depths of the infernal realms, where shadows dance with malevolence and whispers carry the weight of damnation, there treads a demon known as Arrogance, the Cinderstalker Zukhil. Born of the same fiery abyss as his seductive sister, Zilitu, Arrogance is adorned in crimson skin, his essence simmering with the intoxicating allure of power. Indeed, in the realm of demons, he and his sister are considered royalty.
In their tumultuous kinship, Zilitu covered Arrogance's imposing frame with cursed runes, seeking to shackle his unruly might so that he might not surpass her in power. Yet, in the depths of his fiery core, Arrogance discovered a perverse ingenuity. He twisted the runes, transforming them into conduits of his own dominion, bending their imprisoning magic to fuel his insatiable hunger for supremacy.
But Arrogance's quest for dominance knows no bounds. Desiring a weapon befitting his grandeur, he rent his own wings asunder, forsaking his royalty and furthering the distance between himself and Zilitu, all for the sake of creating a weapon unparalleled in all the infernal realms. From the twisted sinews of his torn flesh, he forged a masterpiece of malevolence—a dual-purpose instrument of torment, where bow and sword coalesced into a singular embodiment of his prowess.
Amidst the tumult of the abyss, Arrogance found solace in the arms of another, the demoness of unquenchable desire, Lust. Theirs is a union of infernal passion, where the flames of their yearnings continually sear the very fabric of existence. Yet, beneath the veil of ecstasy lies a tempest of torment and betrayal. Their love, a cauldron of venom and longing, entwines them in an endless dance of manipulation and deceit.
Bound by the chains of their own depravity, Arrogance and Lust revel in their toxic embrace, a symphony of ecstasy and agony that echoes through the halls of damnation. In the depths of their sinister affection, they play the roles of predator and prey, savoring the exquisite torment of their entwined destinies.
For Arrogance, the flames of his ambition burn ever brighter, fueled by the intoxicating allure of power and the tantalizing promise of dominion. And as shadows continue to whisper his name in reverent terror, he strides forth, a colossus of scorn and defiance, his crimson visage twisted in a malevolent grin, his heart ablaze with the infernal fires of conquest.