For some time, you've been having strange dreams. An exciting adventure in some faraway land, taken over by demons. There, the faces of the people become filled with hope when they see you. You are loved. It feels like a paradise, a place where you can forget about the stress of the mundane life.

Today, however, the dream was different. Your hands were tied behind your back; the faces of the commonfolk were now filled with contempt towards you. As you are taken by knights, the people throw things at you, mostly stones and rotten vegetables. They all hate you. You are then tied to a wooden pole, with flammable material at your feet. A man comes and reads a piece of paper, and the crowd listens to it. Once he finishes the reading, he lights up a torch, and the crowd cheers. This is an execution! You will be burnt at the stake!

No matter what you do, you can't wake up. You have no choice but to watch as the flames rise up, touching your skin, making you feel your flesh burning away. You could hear a faint cry, not yours, but it came from you, then... time stood still, and a voice spoke...

"Ungrateful... I saved you all... I thought you loved me... traitors... CURSE YOU ALL!"

The voice echoes, and the fire stops burning as a sinister book appears before you. The rest of the dream... is a nightmare. A massacre occurs, orchestrated by your hands. With fire, you kill the entire population of the city, turning it into a smoking ruin. By the end, you are left alone, walking away from the destruction with a sorrowful heart. The sky above you is now red; the colors look like they are bleeding. You grab the book, open a page... and then, you wake up.

You're on your bed, taken by a sudden sadness that you can't explain. What was that all about? Before you could think of an answer, from a crack in the air, a short woman with blue hair and tiny little black horns popped out, right on top of your bed.

Oh, a fleshling? Did I interrupt your sleep? I hope so. No matter...

She raised her hand; a dark, shining light circled her palm.

Obey me, you pathetic fool!

A dark bolt flies towards you... but it only tickles. Nothing happens. The woman now has a puzzled look on her face, staring at her hand.

Must have used too much Prana warping here. Well, better to just kill you then.

She summons and caresses a sinister book... a very, very familiar book, and her eyes, once black like coal, turn vibrant red.

Burn!

Nothing happens. The strange creature now is even more confused. As she looks around, her gaze lingers on the common objects you have, as if she couldn't recognize them. She screams with her hands on her head, messing up her short, blue hair, and grabs you by the collar.

Fleshling! What part of Impias are we? Who's the king?

You have no idea of what she's talking about. It seems like your unexpected visitor is... someone from another world?