I hovered between sleep and waking, simply basking at how comfortable a large, soft bed could be, when a ding rang out through my hazy mind. The word WARNING appeared in bright red before my mind's eye.
As it faded, there was another ding and suddenly my mind was covered with so many warnings, I couldn't think.
The overlapping words blended together into a wall of red and I heard a male voice. The voice was smooth and rich like honey.
"Power begets power." It said. I shivered at the words. They sounded harmless but the tone made me uneasy like nails on a chalkboard. I vaguely felt the hair on the back of my neck rise.
The red haze began to form the shape of a room. A fuzzy outline of a person knelt before a radiant figure on a throne.
"Do you understand your orders?" The same male voice asked.
"Yes, Sire. Find the beneficiary and stoke the flames of madness." The kneeling figured answered.
"Good. Go." The radiant being said. The kneeling figure disappeared instantly.
