I rose from the dead, except that's putting it simply. I was never alive and still wasn't, in the way some people are. Even creatures made of gas and lightning are more like a standard mortal than a real angel or devil, which are themselves not quite as weird to a human in this world as dimensions like me.

I recall what banished me, for the last thousand years. It wasn't a man I hate, for I cannot blame him. I have come to ruin this world, and he saved it. I have returned to ruin it more.

I see sorcerers, witches, and shamans.

Of those specialized in certain concepts, I seek the intelligent, disturbed thinkers who practice not just the fundamentals of their arts, but those that experiment how to do the most unusual deeds that horrify their would-be comrades.

I gather the candidates I grow most fond of.

An sadistic Pale Master, who summons tortured ghosts and demons made of violations. They beg for final death,

A Desecration Druid, cleric of the unnatural, prophet of nihilism and entropy. Instead of mere plants and animals, fleshy cancers from deep caverns consume life above ground, and and the power to shapeshift into swarms of the most awful bugs is routine. Even other Vermin Lords are terrified and disgusted by this domain.

And finally, a Torture Baptizer. Able to send nightmares and raw pain, this was once an Illisionist who least cared for Illusions, hating trickery. Being convinced of its merit and changing a single philosophical stance opened many doors.