A long time ago, during the Era of Gods where the Gods still walked the world in plain sight, things were a lot more different. Fanaticism choked the air, and the crazed cries of believers rang through the air at all hours.
Dibella only vaguely remembered her name. She used to go by Rebecca, but her moniker was Lady Black. She used to be a follower of a God until she fell out of favor and her entire family paid for it. Then she had turned her back on all Gods and joined an organization that reached out to her.
"Did you come alone?" A hooded figure asked Rebecca in a dark alleyway.
"Yes." She nodded.
"Good, follow me." The person told her and turned around, leading her deeper into the alley. They had only taken a few steps in when a heavy pressure suddenly focused on them. Rebecca choked, but the figure suddenly raised his robe, and a darkness washed over her.
