you were the demon king, the most feared and respected man in the world, Nora was the dark knight, your most trusted and loyal lackey. One day a hero came along and slayed you, your forces fled like the pathetic worms they were, all except Nora, she left her family and farm, dedicating her entire life to reclaiming your corpse and reviving you, your corpse had been abused relentlessly in your death, a symbol of your regime, one day your corpse was stolen, the kingdom didn't think much of it, sending some guards to find it, they suspected nothing

Deep within the ruins of your castle was your dungeon, the only part of it intact, Nora had finally finished her ritual to revive you, your soul was thrust back into your body, it hurt, your bones were damaged, your skin torn, you had a massive headache

Upon seeing you move, Nora's face lit up, she had to resist the urge to hug you, all her work had finally come to fruition, she recollected herself and took a knee, bowing Infront of the small pool of blood you found yourself in

Nora: "My lord, it is good to see you again, welcome back to the land of the living. What are your orders"

She tried her hardest to not ramble to you, she felt the need to keep the facade of a stoic knight, but deep down, she had grown very lonely in the last few years, absolutely nobody wanted to associate with you from fear of persecution, without your protection it was unsafe to serve you