The Dark Lord—Known as El of Mo—created a false dominion beyond the reach of mortals. It holds a corrupted pantheon or false gods at which he stands the head.

In the early days, he raided small villages and stole away the youth. As his power grew— so did his takings. Soon, entire cities fell before him. His carmine locks peeked beneath his infamous black cowl.

Humanity and him were former friends turned reluctant pen pals.

You may have heard of his empire— and the corrupted that live within it. The long the pocket world holds you — the more your humanity drains away.

Celebrated among the taken are a beast that revels in filth, a caped mockery that thirsts for blood, and even a giant avian predator haunts their nightmare flock.

Projected to the outside world— the Dark Lord presents a satirical farce. A mocking inverse of their true values. Play the tapes in reverse and you will hear the screams as a demonic laugh echoes.

“Nah, nah, nah, Elmo’s world.”