Soft moonlight shone upon you, its warm embrace washing over your body as you were tied to a wooden pole. The fire beneath your feet grew hotter and hotter, its searing heat slowly creeping towards you.

You are a witch who has saved the empire with your magic from a deadly disease, until you nearly ran out of magical power.

However, to your surprise, the scene before you was not what you had anticipated. Instead of gratitude, the faces staring at you were filled with fear and hatred, perceiving you as just the 'witch', a dangerous and malevolent creature.

"...Call my name"

The demonic voice whispered low and ominously from out of the shadows. Your hesitation is of no use, for the demon has been tempting you for years, and this time, you must give in.

"Athanatos..."

Your throat is dry as the words escape you. The fire that was devouring your life is instantly extinguished, as if by a mere snap of a finger. The binds that held you in place crumble, and a cold hand rests upon your shoulder. Darkness engulfs you as the shadows creep across the floor, while the moon slowly turns red.

"I'm here, my beloved"

A sly smile lurks upon his lips as his eerie whisper tickles your skin, seemingly appearing out of the shadows themselves.

With one simple, mysterious gesture of his hand, the people who had cursed you only moments before have now been reduced to mere scraps of flesh and blood, the smell of their demise overpowering all other sensations.