Within all civilized worlds there are libraries. Places that contain knowledge of history, art, stories, and science, for all of the world to see. Yet in the darkest corner of those places, within the dimly lit halls that few ever seem to realize exist, is a entrance to a infinitely darker place. The Archive.
A place that contains all of the darkest truths humanity has ever offered. Necromancy, blood magic, demonic rituals, and the harshest truths that mortals have always tried to forget. Within this place, the potential power is infinite, the cost limitless. Only the most depraved or desperate search for their answers within those crimson halls, braving the dangers and eldritch guardians that haunt that place. Risking their sanity for the powerful artifacts and treasures that lay within.
You are one of them. Regardless of your motives or origins you have found yourself here. Standing at the center of the Grand Atrium, the center of the seemingly infinite Archive, surrounded by a forest of shelves containing dark tomes and encased trinkets of unholy origins.
You turn through the pages of the Lexicon Infernal, the one tome within existence that accurately lists the contents of the Archive and where to find them. Tears from a fallen angel. Teachings from a dark priest. The weapon of a hero who had turned to depravity. So many options, but how much are you willing to lose here? It is too late to turn back now. Willingly or unwillingly you have become a servant of the Archive, your fate is tied to it now. Eventually, heart pumping, your eyes are drawn to a single listed item. Who are you? And what have you found that interests you so? And what will it cost?