Inside a small, unsuspected plane, there lies a deserted cottage. Underneath said cottage, is a downward-spiralling dungeon.

Inside one of its many sectors an old man with dishevelled hair, wearing a dirty white robe was rambling to himself while appearing nonchalant.

Awkwardly pacing around a massive and worn-down, stone table full of parchments and scribbles he mumbled,

"The experiment should be a success... I will now go through with the plan."

He then sat on the table and looked around his laboratory in a state of confusion, sad nostalgia and fear for what is to come.

'muahahaha... How amusing'

He thought while grinning like a mad fool. He then started to cry, just to rage right after while still shedding tears.

While inside his delirium, madness, perverse desires and sadistic bloodthirst were strongly reflected in his frenzied eyes.

The elder stood up and approached the wall in front of himself. The wall, as the whole lab, was decorated with incomprehensible symbols. He then touched the engravings, which suddenly lit the whole room up whilst emitting an intense bluish glow. Slowly trodding to a small altar situated further in the laboratory he appeared emotionless. Now standing next to it, he "conjured" a small ice blade, and slit his wrists, letting his viscous almost solid-like dark blood flow onto it.

"Come forth, o' Abyss. This humble one's only wish is to exchange this rotting soul for power"

He chanted while establishing a mental connection with the altar that was now absorbing his blood.

"Please bestow upon me your might"

All of a sudden, with thunderous rumbling, the altar started to vibrate and a metaphysical gate was slowly condensing in thin air.

After the gate fully stabilized an immense pressure loomed on the surrounding thousands of kilometres. The man though was seemingly just concentrated on the endeavour and did not give mind to the weight on his shoulders.

'Swear upon a soul contract...'

A will of unimaginable proportions manifested into his mind with a fractured and weird voice.

"I Darius Th'rax hereby pledge my soul to the abyssal plane for eternity"

When the pledge was done, he felt a connection being established between himself and the consciousness of the abyssal plane. After a while, a stream of power started coming through and his soul was being branded by it.

'right in the palm of my arthritic hands hehehe'

Making use of the connection, he sneaked inside the plane's core, where he greedily stole the purest and deepest essence of the abyss. The incredulous abyss had gotten scammed by a madman? Impossible... In a millionth of a second, Darius was caught. The contract's bond took effect, and his soul and body were pulled into the portal, where he was now a defenceless fish on a chopping board. Now face-to-face with the outraged will, which was surely moments away from destroying his whole existence, he was sporting a joker-like grin on his face.

"Sayonara betch"

At the top of his lungs, while revelling in a narcissistic sense of superiority, he screamed in exhilaration

"Forbidden spell -SPIRITUAL REBIRTH-!"