It was done. He was dead, and the letter was on its way to whoever he had put down in his will to inherit his lands. . His tenants which were storming his new residence after the had main manor fallen into ruin, would find that they would not be able to tear their lord limb from limb to the sweet music of his cries for mercy.

He had even robbed them of even of that blessing, and sure enough once the being that he had summoned from the stars arrived, things would only get worse in the world of the living.

Now he was here. He wasn't really sure where here was; he assumed that this must be in some kind of afterlife. It wasn't hades or hell, but neither was it heaven. Limbo perhaps, but still something just didn't feel right. The colours, the landscape, none of it matched any description of the land of those who declared friendship with god in life despite their sins.

Before he could put more thought into this conundrum, he heard a voice, that sounded so far yet very close by. Both masculine and feminine. Pleasing to the ears as well offering chalkboard scratching levels of bleeding ears. The only thing that was certain about was what the voice offered: a wish.

This caused him to knit his brow in skepticism, he had dealt with beings similar to this in life, nearly all of which tried to immediately end him after he had accepted some of their deals, with the exception with those that swam in his coves. But the voice, or perhaps voices showed a hand, revealing what he would need to do to attain this so called wish.

"Serve a magus to defeat 6 heroes of legend, and attain the Holy Grail? Hhmm…" He wrapped his pointer and thumb around his chin as he considered his options.

He questioned what would happen if he did not accept the deal? Most likely, he thought, that he would be sent to where a soul like his would naturally reside across the River Styx, which was not a pleasant thought. On the other hand though, if he were to become this servant he would return to life as a servant to another who would naturally be weaker than him. Then again the voices only said that he would have to serve, not follow this magus's orders.

He pondered this for what may have been years in the eyes of mortal, but for one who had lost their mortality were but five minutes. In that time he found his response!

"Very well being! I accept your contract! I will fight this so called war, regardless of what you want! Let these filthy wretches see what power comes from the hanging stars and the earth bellow!"

Then everything went silent, and for a moment, he could see something poking just out beyond the messy horizon. He squinted and saw... a black tower?