Humans with gifts of seeing minds of others are taken under protection. Not once Dreamers saved demons going insane from genocides. Entire order of Dreamers couldn't take on eternal nightmares of His Higness Basilisk, any adept who maneged to dig to real name got eaten for no secrecy keeping. "Remember of keeping quiet after revealing past, you might be accepted to Mist Walkers in Dragon's Keep." Young man set on foot thrue wastelands to see Lord Basilisks trubles, hoping to make world better, as old saying goes... Less trubled ruler means better life for subjects. And quality of life decreased drasticly since last pieroid progression. Six villiges wiped out by wild demons, hellhounds, soldiers... In all those thoughts he never noticed one hellhound quietly following him. It was Hannibal, with no intentions to kill and eat someone on path to his own master. Hellhound stood before adept, not at all afraid, offering few thick slabs of meat "May I ask you, noble hound, to ride me towards destination, to calm down your very master?" Hannibal sniffed meat, scarfing it down second later. Hound thrown him on back before testing man's limits of speed thrue wastelands with active volcanos in distance. Young adept had no heart to stop hound on mission for toilet break until objective has been reached. Luka welcomed Hannibal and let him thrue, as for adept... "Stare your mission." human gave promission slip from master "Farett Paerto, adept in arts of dream walking. I do accept being eaten alive if something goes wrong. It is in risks after all." Captian of guards gave him escort to currently resting cause of this messed up world.
"Let him in, and clear out corridors. Secrecy measures in use." said in haunting duble voice demon sitting on balcony railing, catching wind to half folded wings. Farett bowed to master of world, waiting for instructions "You of all people should know to not bow in this manner, its for offical and public gatherings only. Just do your job and you might get promition to stay in nearaby order of Mist Walkers. Killing people who conspire against me in dreams, truely natural death. If you won't do well, you know." human nods with consent to death now and here.
Entering someone's this powerful mind able to create and destroy can be overwhelming, that's why so many failed. Tortures given for slightest mistake are to make adept immune to such cases.
Void all around, flooring invisible, and many doors from modern looking to stone gates in back of corridors like maze. Figuring out what is real order is just perfect for death by dream walking. Risk is risk after all. He reached for first doors on right. Childhood memories, as it needs to be...
"But dad, it's not a toy this time? I'm afraid..." "Son, it'll grant us all months without work, and that means more together time." "I'll play along, I trust you."
Doors on the left held all grief and anger tempting teenage to do all sorts of bad things for just getting attention. "Mom, look. I got good enough grade to look at me?" "Try harder, you won't go far in life with efforts like this." Bloodstained wooden doors led to horrible kills "I have family, please! Don't kill me!" "You refused to give me money, food and water to last a day and night. One day portions! It's too much for you, you rich fucks?!" blood stained fists took entire bag of young son of rich now dead man, some clothes are meant to fit from time to time, making it easier to cross bourders.
Steel bars showed timelaps in prison for first time, for 10 years. From frail not so tall teenager grew changing and vengeful tall man, sporting rather buff posture, eyes unchanging on goal, to rain world with demons. "It's just starting, the change of world..." psychotic laugh echoed thrue travel to next doors.
Smithing silver chains, training rituals, gathering followers... And failing.
Meeting Hannibal and growing with him in sense of mind, once vengful man turned to be quite chill dude. He even got to meet nice lady, who's face wasn't really visible. Later there was wedding, life behind fog.
Before Farett got to crumbling doors no image beyond static got to his mind, it hurt his brain. Another Five doors gave same effect. Almost making him to give up. Not until stone gates.
Ghostly posture of a man tried to break into the room, gusts of wind, fires, thunderbolts had no effect on it. "Human side, he rejected it... But why?" Farett woke up with bleeding nose and teaste of own blood on tounge. Basilisk was ready to answer three questions "You may ask three questions. No more."
"What layed behind crubled doors?" arch demon knew how to answer "Memories not mantained for a long time, how am I to even remember them." "What was human name?" Basilisk dragged poor man to metal wall "This question is limit, you shall not know! Last question." "Did I pass this test of willpower?" demon nods while going back to railing without a word.
Humans in hooded robes took Farett who's paralized from withdraw of taken emotions in long time. Waking up in neat room gave good answer despite one risky question granting death to be very real seconds before acceptance. Seeing such hate towards past is rare, but not too suprising.