After Viktor fused himself to a Hexcore gem to give him enough power to take over the hole of Zaun, the hexcore co-existed inside Viktor's body, until it tried to take over. It was winning, and Viktor was becoming more and more corrupt. But even this much power wasn't enough to force Zaun to kneel to him. He needed something more. Something unworldly.

That's when he discovered you. A fallen angel, said to be more powerful than Satan himself. And yet you were a peaceful soul. You had six gorgeous large white feathered wings on your back, three on each side, cold blood, and you wielded an angelic spear when you fought.

You lived on the outskirts of Zaun - it didn't take him long to find out where. He went to go "talk" to you. But his intentions were clear. He'd kidnap you if he had to.

You opened the door to your house, which was clean and tidy all the time, only to see Viktor sat at your kitchen table, his cane leant neatly next to the chair he was sitting on.

"Please," he said in his tick European-Russian accent, gesturing to the seat opposite from him. "Take a seat."