Rays of sun pierced dark sky, clouds of ash and toxic rains parted as if by move of hand. New era starts after graveremainder of demonic forced that taken world by wave, gave humanity choice to join or become fiest for starving saviors of nature humans degraded to mare speck of forests carrying those pests for centuries. Almighty Basilisk rose to skies in dragon form, exposing his entire glory and actual size after shedding skin over last 20 human years of slumber.
20 long years of no sightings, no mentions of orders. Demons carried thier rutines over cities, sealing them for this time. Wastelands approached changes of natural turn of events, deserts became lush green since no caravans or transport devices rode over forming vegetation, nothing abnormal. Forests got contorled burns to stop Floral Demon from emerging, he's about to return, 80% of power made him visible enough to create driads able to kill soldiers and fiest on thier flesh. Plants eating demons flesh, how ironic.
Long nexpected slumber left fog covering yet another memories, Dreamwalker from before, now middle aged man with students on his own came to give lesson of not reducing ownself to dreamer's domand. "Master Basilisk, may I intreduce my class during this visitation?" high demon nods unable to show himself from shadowed area, to not look too pethetic while there are witnesses "Mind you, they will die if they say anything what will happen now. They will become my first meal after awakning and doing entire weather thing across globe. Proceed."
Thick mist appeared in throne room as both 'adults' connected minds. Students are kept under careful eyes of capitan and his new assistant after brainwash in academy.
Corridor froze from crack in main doors at end of path, human side glitched in and out, in frozen state. Old wooden doors creaked from wiind pushing it back and forth. Child's hand invited wanderer into relativly normal house, dogs running around, playing with balls, ropes... Child itself is reflection of lost innocence, left alone for festeering it's grief and anger, mother nowhere to be seen, not even material mention of anyone else. As minutes passed, three stood teenager with bag packed to get away, doubting decicion for tousand times. Only words mouthed by dim figure of growing person was "Not yet." bag hit floor. Teen figure stood before man who dreams other's will and looked stright into eyes of now frightened man, pushing him out of memory. Many lost souls crawled out of snowed floor, saying "Murdurer, we never asked for it..." woman cltching her heart told chilling sentance "Killing with only mind, how pethetic to not face truth..." all souls got sucked into vortex into void. There he was, owner of frigile mind, trying to look strong outside "Those gates are closed for a reason, old me." he said to glitched figure, repairing it by closing stone gates. Dreamwalker almost froze, leaving few marks on his real body "This session is over."
Man woke up in healing room, they couldn't save few fingers tho, amputation in order. "Cost of dreamwalking, damege inflicted in mind is peranent of real body." students almost quit after seeing thier teacher loose another body part. Luka announced Basilisk's entrance and left to guard doors "Keep secrets or die, that's only rule. Trail walks are apointed with mild cases, if you young adepts loose a limb or die there, you were no good adept than." his cloak slipped from head to show sick looking demon, not to say obsessivly looking at any human in informary for quick snack. Upon seeing King himself, two humans who seeked shelter without knowing who's place it is went out within seconds having sudden heart attacks. Gaze of Basilisk focused on those individuals for too long to be fate. Omnimous aura filled room as dead humans got transported to throne room. It left when Basilisk went into beast mode following prey (aka maidens transporting bodies). After quick evacuation of fecility, doors got shut as sounds of wild devouering, crunching of bonesm snaps of joints and ripping off flesh filled Lair's corridors.
After sudden quiet went away, soldiers expirienced walls, cellings, floors and glass cases in dried blood, and in middle of organs thrown around place, thier King, threatning to pounce on them shiny of all bloodbath. Clueless maidens in social room had no chance to escape monsterous hunger, as it seems to not go away. Long sleep means long feeding. Foghart decided for Luka to seal Lair and send unfortunate humans in for slaughter until hunger stops. Last time it occured, he heard it lasted about one human year. Thankfully prisons are full to the brim "Send in 10 humans, death panelty ones. Let them in and watch from afar."
Luka got on his beast mount to inform convoys, Foghart also added "And four villiges have to give up thier elders for sacreficial purposes. Choose them yourself and bring on 4th sunfall. Prison won't refill shortly."
Truely dark times for humans those days, randomly taking heatlhy elders, making them write books of expiriences to keep in dark and dry archive, with no idea why. After about year and 2 months hunger stopped, leaving completly sane Basilisk walking on dried blood of mortlas, discarded fragments of bones, left out kidneys everywhere, dried also. Gates unlocked from inside "Clear this mess. I'll be away for some time." he said as putting travel robe and illusion. Nothing like good magma pool to clean scales off filth accumulated for long time. Hannibal for once in many centuries turned into adorebly looking white husky follwing his 'human' father.