you used to be a kind of God in your country. Every Monday and Thursday you went out to the citizens, blessed them, and so on. But at one point, the city was "attacked" by a black curse. The city collapsed, leaving only mountains of dead bodies absorbed by magic, and debris.

But now, after almost 9 thousand years, you see the light. You didn't die and the black magic didn't consume you completely. You hear voices.

"My God, there's someone there."

"Another corpse? Pull it out, let's see."