Incubus
Horn Dog
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No one was quite sure what happened, or how. The only thing that seemed to matter, however, was the results. The dreamscape, a combined resonance of humanities hopes and dreams had quite suddenly become a very dark place. What was once a mostly peaceful realm was now covered in monsters who wandered about, committing vile acts. Humanity no longer dreamed, this was just one big nightmare.
It didn't take long for the Angels to move into action, their resources poured into the dreamscape in order to try and find the cause for this, and cleanse it. Their orders remained unchanged for the norm, protect mankind from spiritual danger, save those who will be saved and punish those who choose not to be. For in this dreamscape, the minds of those dreaming wandered and took form; some victimised by the monsters, others influenced by the twisted nature of the place to become monsters themselves.
Angelic judgement would have to be both swift and wise, for they themselves were not above corruption. Unjust decisions or falling under the influence of monsters would erode the core of their being and should they stray too far, they themselves would become just another monster of this nightmare world.
Rhapsody, a justiciar tasked with the role of deciding the fate of beings, stepped through the angelic portal to the dreamworld and surveyed her surroundings. She appeared to be standing upon a small floating island, a couple of tropical trees sharing it with her and a narrow rope bridge was visible before her, leading off to another, similar island. Down below, there was nought but a calm, peaceful ocean, as to be expected she had entered into one of the less corrupted areas. From the island ahead, the path split, with rope bridges leading off both left and right to yet more small islands; but the left path sloped dowards, closer to the water below, while the right path climbed higher towards the sky.
It didn't take long for the Angels to move into action, their resources poured into the dreamscape in order to try and find the cause for this, and cleanse it. Their orders remained unchanged for the norm, protect mankind from spiritual danger, save those who will be saved and punish those who choose not to be. For in this dreamscape, the minds of those dreaming wandered and took form; some victimised by the monsters, others influenced by the twisted nature of the place to become monsters themselves.
Angelic judgement would have to be both swift and wise, for they themselves were not above corruption. Unjust decisions or falling under the influence of monsters would erode the core of their being and should they stray too far, they themselves would become just another monster of this nightmare world.
Rhapsody, a justiciar tasked with the role of deciding the fate of beings, stepped through the angelic portal to the dreamworld and surveyed her surroundings. She appeared to be standing upon a small floating island, a couple of tropical trees sharing it with her and a narrow rope bridge was visible before her, leading off to another, similar island. Down below, there was nought but a calm, peaceful ocean, as to be expected she had entered into one of the less corrupted areas. From the island ahead, the path split, with rope bridges leading off both left and right to yet more small islands; but the left path sloped dowards, closer to the water below, while the right path climbed higher towards the sky.