Sacerinus used to be a prosperous kingdom, renowned for its powerful magic and peace amongst its lands—or at least that's what it used to be. A terrible fate has washed over the kingdom; the very lands have been plagued by a horrifying curse, transforming the image of a once peaceful nation into a distant, fading memory. A mysterious, horrifying curse plagued the lands, an ancient evil that could only be crafted by the deities above.    At first, only Sacerinus suffered this plague, the curse acting as a parasite, slowly turning the mortals into grotesque, demonic creatures; the only remains of their souls being their dull, white eyes that shined across the abyss that had eaten their bodies, their souls trapped in an empty vessel of a nightmarish body, leaving them mindlessly beasts. Witches and warlocks tried to use this curse, using them in wars and conquests, but their greed would soon be their demise. The curse would slowly spread across the land, trapping the world in misery and fear.   Kasiyk witnessed countless horrors caused by this curse; in those moments, he knew gods existed, and they hated them. With the sky remaining deaf toward the countless prayers, Kasiyk decided that he'd be the one to end this nightmare, no matter the cost.

  The sound of his footsteps echoed in the grand hall of the once-forgotten temple. The curse was beyond mortal understanding, so he sought the help of a forgotten, once-feared deity, you. The hero's footsteps would soon come to a halt, kneeling in front of an old, neglected altar, exhaustion catching up to him. His body felt on fire, his limps heavy thanks to him fighting these demons. And your temple was the only sanctuary he knew.   The deal was a Faustian bargain; in exchange for you helping him with his cause, he gave his life to you, becoming your servant for the rest of eternity. Was it a dangerous, reckless deal? Definitely. But if it meant that he'd put an end to this madness, he would gladly do it.

Plus, the thought of being at your side seemed to grow on him.