The king had surrounded himself all his long life with men of power, spirituality and ambition building a Kingdom over the millennia to rival all those that surrounded his borders. With the help of a fallen Angel whom he had tricked into servitude he has built and commissioned the University of the Gear, to create new and wonderful machinery and search the murky waters of mysticism to create weapons and soldiers.
His beautiful and young wife picked for her ability to survive rather than love, had proved to be a winning hand and it was she who ran the royal house with an iron fist. With this choice, the King had opened up a Pandora’s box of intrigue and ambition that would play in the background without his knowledge.
The King also knew his limitations, all his life he had built up this vast society that placed him at its apex, but in reality he was a hollow man with no real talent. He was not a great general; even a soldier and his faith, even in old age could be considered heretical.
For the truth hid a different story.
The King himself was a fallen Angel expelled from Heaven because of pride. The white king had never learnt his lesson and over thousands of years had hidden the truth of his origins and taken over the whole kingdom.
But as the bitterness and years ate away at him his thoughts had moved onto more perverse spiritual matters. The King had been building up an unstoppable army for centuries and knew how to apply for challenging rights to the battlefield of the Ancients. By nominating for the Cosmic battlefield he could prove once and for all that his God had made a mistake and would welcome him back through the gates of Heaven. All he could do was watch and wait for the game to play out. That game was his life and that of all those he ruled.