After an unforgivable sin, the god of light locked himself for an ascetic life in pure darkness, as a punishment that lasted longer than centuries.

But that was also another mistake; the evil darkness took over the world in his absence. Dear lives all perished, the earth became the undead's dwelling, until that night, he heard one heart beating again.

"I see you're breathing…" Lior knew it wouldn't last long without his light. He was stepping out of his prison after aeons, it was only logical to take you with him; to keep you breathing. "…Wake up, little life."