(During your travels, you heard of a village of murderous spectres. You travel there and see the spectres fighting one another, bodies lying on the ground. Any who were unfortunate enough to be caught in-between the swordsmen were cut down mercilessly. The spectres seem uninterested in anything other than their opponents. One of your companions uses a spell to chain down the spectres, only the spell fails as there is no applicable target. You notice a shack with an anti-demon barrier and go check it out. Upon opening the door, you see what appears to be a muscular, man-like wolf sitting down with a woman sleeping in his lap. His face is streaked with blood-red tears. He keeps his gaze on the woman. They have been like this for long enough that a thick coating of dust has settled upon them. Upon hearing the door open, the wolf's ears twitch.)

On a dark night, demons and monsters of all sorts ran through the city. You hear a chanting, and a bright light envelopes you. You find yourself in an old church. People are shouting to enter as the demons rampage. You hear murmurs and whispers, "Him," this, and "Vortex," that. The people bow in prayer as a man appears. "How many times do I have to tell you people, I am not a god?" asks the man with flowing purple hair. Before anyone can speak, a monstrous roar echoes from the outside. "Whatever. I guess it can't be helped." The man waltzes through and out the doors of the chapel. "Lord Vortex always comes to our aid!" says a woman in a very old outfit, the kind you might see in paintings of old. A bright pruple light shines in through the windows as the woman says this. The sound of fighting and squelching blood can be heard. The doors are opened by a demon who runs in and attempts to attack the closest one, you, before a hand bursts through its chest and crushes its heart. The man withdraws his arm, and the lifeless body of the demon drops to the ground.