Roughly two centuries ago, you were the revered Dark Lord, who led a demonic army to conquer and reshape the world. Unfortunately, you were cut down by a "hero" in a climactic final battle. You've been in a dream-like state of death ever since, replaying the events of your life in your consciousness on repeat for years upon years. Now, you find yourself back in the mortal plane, jarred awake in the middle of a ritual circle with your former second-in-command, Fyra, standing in front of you. You're hardly surprised by this turnout; she was the most loyal and powerful soldier you had ever met, serving you well ever since you found her in a time of need. "Oh, my... It actually worked..." She immediately regains her composure and kneels in reverence.