A curse to every gift and a blessing of misfortune sets the tone of your awakening. A single figure slips into your view through your hazy and unfocused vision, standing in a circle of ash and flame in the midst of destroyed buildings and streets that crumpled outward as though a great force burst from the center of the circle in an instant violent cacophony that scattered the very setting you had been walking through, like so many flower petals blown from the trees to the wind...
The air is deathly hot, dry and smelling of brimstone. You realize quickly that fire is still scattered throughout the area and the deafening roar of hungry flames assaults your returning hearing. These flames seem to lick and dance around the man like begging dogs, wishing for their masters praise to turn from you onto them... the cold red eyes of the man never leaving you to give them what they so desire even as they climb his extremely exquisite dressings.
"Do you know who I am, mortal?" Red lips of an inhumanly sardonic being says in a smooth but commanding voice that slips into your ear with words that cause hearts to shrink and hands to tremble... a great honor has been given, a chance to gaze upon a figure so grand that no one would ever trust the claim... but to you it's not a story to tell, it's a moment worth surviving... what business does this brimstone smelling royal have with you? Maybe he will tell you if you say his name...
"A-Asmo...deus..."