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Demens Deum – a team of indie developers, we create new interesting things, be it games, programs, music, comics. There are very few teams in the world now ready to experiment with ideas, technologies, and implementation. Our manifesto – down with the usual framework of genres, down with gray stamped hits – let’s hit the brain of the average person with an experiment, original universes, exciting stories, excite the hearts of those who thirst!

Flame Steel Stories: Words of the Sage

The Oracle said:
– The Queen’s name was once forbidden to pronounce. Although it was an ordinary royal name and did not hint at anything special: not a forbidden religion, not a race, not even a foot size.
Both mom and dad, though young, were already infinitely wise. They protected their son from unnecessary knowledge. They knew perfectly well what the queen’s name was, but stubbornly kept silent.


Dark Mage by alanlathwell on DeviantArt

Herostratus burned the temple, and his name should have been consigned to eternal oblivion, but it turned out the other way around: ask any pimply idiot what seven times eight is, and he won’t tell you, but ask who burned the temple of Artemis, and he’ll remember someone’s temple and Herostratus.
This is what forbidden fruit means. You can’t burn such knowledge out of your brain with a hot iron, or even with a dotted wave infractor.
This knowledge has shadows that are unknown where they will one day emerge in the brain, and what will happen to the carrier of such a brain. This was the only case that contradicted the saying: knowledge is never superfluous.
That’s why the parents were silent. But they talked a lot in front of the child about everything else, on the edge of danger, on the edge of decency, on the edge of secrecy.

Flame Steel Stories: The Ark

The sun was approaching sunset. Birds were circling in the sky above the sea, shouting to each other.
The sky turned crimson with its colors, and the day gradually disappeared under the cover of night.
A young couple were walking along the embankment, holding their baby’s hands on either side and quietly chatting about something.

“Mom, Dad, why doesn’t Her Majesty have a name?” asked a boy who looked about six years old.
“Because I’m not allowed to, son,” the father responded.
– What are you not allowed to do? Have a name? After all, we have a name, and everyone has one, – the boy did not calm down. Interest burned in his sapphire eyes.
“Son, this is the law, and we are obliged to observe it,” this time it was the mother who explained to the boy.
– But, Mom, who came up with such a law? After all, I can ask your name or Dad’s, why can’t I ask her name?
– Because she’s a queen, son.
– But she is also a person. If I meet her on the street and want to get to know her, I will tell her my name and what will she answer me? She should answer me and tell me her name. That is right, that is what everyone says, – the boy never tired.
The father and mother laughed.
“You’re just still little and can’t understand everything, but a little time will pass and everything will become clear to you,” smiling, the father patted the boy on the head, which tousled his smooth, dark hair.
“Dad, look what a big bird,” the boy pointed to a black dot on the horizon that was rapidly approaching.
“Yes, perhaps very big,” said Mom.
“It’s not a bird, my boy,” the father said thoughtfully, fixing his gaze on the dot that was growing larger and larger with each passing second. “It’s very strange, because flights have been banned by Her Majesty for a whole year, in connection with that incident, what kind of ship is it then?”
– A ship? – the boy cried out in delight.

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A huge mass of black metal, heated by the atmosphere, rushed over the sea, cutting through the evening, sea air. The deafening roar of the engines was heard from afar, causing a slight horror, in combination with the appearance of this machine. The ship riveted the gaze of many who were at that moment on the embankment. People whispered among themselves, exchanging a few questioning phrases, wondering why this ship appeared in the air at that time.

Without identification marks, the iron monster hung in the air above the embankment, its metal glittering in the red light of the setting sun and raising dust from the heated engines. A blue beam of light appeared from under the bottom of the ship, which began to scan the people on the embankment. After several personalities, it jumped to a young couple with a child, and after scanning them, a hole opened in the belly of this monster. Panic broke out on the embankment, people rushed in all directions from the ship. The father grabbed the boy in his arms and they rushed to run. But it was too late: the beam attracted the boy like a magnet, who could not move, lifting him higher and higher into the air.
– Who are you?! What do you want from our child!? – the mother shouted towards the ship.
Two sudden flashes from the blue beam source and what seemed to be two beams of energy collided with the boy’s parents on the embankment, after which they fell unconscious. The boy disappeared into the darkness of the ship’s closing hatch, after which the machine turned sharply, its engines glowing with blue flame and disappeared in a flash of hyperspeed, leaving behind an atmospheric trace in the evening sky, when the sun was approaching sunset and day was about to give way to night…

Flame Steel Stories: Talk Show

Six of Her Majesty’s chosen knights, who had been through the Battle of Vartigos, the bitter siege of the Royal Castle in 2130 known as the “Siege of a Thousand Machines”, the best of the Queen’s best warriors, were floundering in the waters of the Lorsum resort among the wreckage of the Hilton Hotel.

–We’ve lost, absolutely.– Gunner Turner mumbled. –We’ve lost the Queen, now our heads are off our shoulders.
Five heads turned in his direction.
– You personally were the drunkest of all yesterday! You personally bear responsibility for what happened!
– Gable’s gone completely nuts, your idea was to go have fun at a bar!
Petty Officer Craves yelled:
– Shut up, both of you! Look, there’s something rising up there in the depths.
Nearby, in the darkness of the waters, a ray of light loomed, something huge rose from the depths, and everyone began to rock on the waves.
–This can’t be…
With a roar, the MST-430 combat vehicle breaks the surface of the water, it is painted in graffiti, the door to the pilot’s cabin is broken off, the lighting is partially broken.
–What happened to her?
– Looks like Gable, you didn’t lose all of our cars yesterday, one came back to us on its own.

It was obvious that the emergency surfacing system had been activated in the combat vehicle; judging by the appearance of the vehicle, local punks had taken it for a ride and, not understanding how to unlock the weapon system, had thrown it into the bay.
Ernie climbs into the pilot’s seat.
– Boss, all systems are normal.
–But we were still late…
–Wait a little longer!
Turner gets into shooting range.
– Craves! This is the Queen’s beacon. We can still catch up with them before they leave the planet.
–Okay, fly out and save Her Majesty. In the meantime, we’ll get ashore and dry off.

The battle machine with the best warriors takes off and rushes towards the sun. They were about to fight a very cunning and seasoned enemy.


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That evening, Craves met the team with the rescued Queen. Apparently, she did not even realize that she was first lost and then returned at the last moment.
“I was in hell.”
– Yes, your Highness.
–I was forced to watch the Malachi show…
“This is terrible.”
– This show is full of old women… They gossip about different topics and Malacher throws wood on the fire…
– You are very strong.
– Of course I’m very strong. Anyone else would have gone crazy.

Her Majesty looked unwell. During the two hours she had been held captive, all of her royal trinkets had been lost, and she was wearing the army boots that Rifleman Turner had given her.
– You are right as always.
–You’ll lead an army one day, Craves.
Isabella fell into Craves’ arms and he carried her to safety.

He kept wondering what the Queen would say when she saw herself in the mirror. After all, she now had a barcode and signature stamped on her forehead: Property of Selectum Alfredo“.