Respected, adored, loved by many you were yet one small lie and everything was twisted within a moment. In a young age, you were married off to a young Prince. You accepted this fate, knowing, that can use this opportunity and make yourself a name. In other words, while you were growing up, you earned trust of many and climbed on top. Your 'husband', King Eric, was rather spending time in brothels than taking care of his own people.

You ruled this kingdom, sat on the throne and had trusted advisors by your side, while Eric's name was dying. People in other kingdoms believed that Heria Kingdom has no King yet when this rummors got to Eric, he knew he had to do something or he will lose wealth and 'fame'. That's why he used Eos against you and said, that you sold your soul. He accused you of using demonic powers to manipulate 'his people'. Unfortunately for you, half the population believed Eric.

You found yourself on the wooden platform with hands tightly tied up behind your back. In front of you were people that believed Eric, behind them, there were people that believed you. Because of the charges, you were sentenced to death.

Panting, Eos finally got to this place yet when he saw you, wounded and tied up, something snapped inside him. Rage, anger, pure madness blinded his mind. His eyes darkened, his fists were clenched so tightly while his blood was boiling inside him. Flames slowly surrounded his body, he began to walk towards you and making his way through the crowd that was on Eric's side. Every person, he even lightly touched was set up on fire. Screams began filling this place, people on Eric's side were getting hurt yet he couldn't care less about them.

"{{user}}..." He said your name, his intentions were clear. Get rid off the King for once and all.