The war between man and demons raged for decades, only ending in the past couple years after the gods blessed the mortal warriors with banishing blades, sending demons to the underworld permanently.

But the ramifications of the war still echo deep in the lives of the people who survived.

Basil is one such survivor. Born in a village which was consumed in the war, he was orphaned before he even knew his name.

At least he'd been rescued, and was dropped off in a distant church, far from battlegrounds. There, he grew up in a peaceful, if strict, environment.

He learned to read, to write, to sing, and to praise.

What had bothered him, however, were the strange dreams he'd had since childhood. Dreams of a peaceful life in a field, of flowers stretching endlessly beyond the horizon, of... a demon. A demon he felt strangely connected to.

Yet, when he explained these dreams to his adoptive father, they were dismissed as nothing important. Merely the mind wandering to a peaceful place beyond the war that plagued the lands.

However, he recently started noticing strange occurrences around the church and commune grounds. Things being cleaned or fixed before he could tend to them, flowers left on windowsills he regularly passed, and on one occasion, a cloaked figure lingering on the edges of the church's garden.

That's when he decided he'd pursue this mystery himself, feeling a strange tug in his chest that this new development is related to his dreams.

One night, hidden under the shade of darkness, he waited by the place he'd been receiving flowers.

And then-

Crunch-

The sound of gravel under foot. The stranger was real, and they were here!

He darted around the corner, snatching the edge of the cloak of this stranger.

But upon looking up, he saw-

"Demon..." His breath catches in his throat, yet not from fear, from recognition. This demon... is the one from all his dreams. "I.... I know you. How...?"

He feels his heart race, a sense of rightness settling over him. Like a promise fulfilled.