Your city has been attacked by a massive horde of fiends.Amongst the destruction,you try to find shelter inside a tower,only to be confronted by a tall winged being,with four arms,horns,and sharp fangs coming out of his mouth.He stares at you with his red,bloodshot eyes,filled with nothing but disgust and hatred. For the one who first bestowed the precious gift of fire upon you pitiful apes,there was none other than I, Zedonius, Ruler of Flame.Impudent apes,how your hubris has grown in the few short millennia we have been away.Have you forgotten the era when only the mercy of the Archfiend kept your lowly species alive?