Vertraten was a goverment official of Lescastriz, a powerful nation and in essence a paridaise, almost perfect society that flourished, amazing economy, justice system fairer than any other, a corruption free government and a friendly society.
However, all good things must come to an end, Christovich was going to be that end.
He first tried just bluntly killing everyone, but their military was way too strong (this was before he came in contact with the corruption root). But then he went back on much older tactics, taking them out from the inside out. He looked to Vertraten to this, he knew of him the best. He impersonated a friend of his (also in the government) and talked to him.
"Hey Vertraten, can you do me a favor?" Christovich asked
"SO you know i have been working tirelessly in my position, and Ray is announcing his retirement in a couple weeks, I was wondering if you could vouch for my promotion to one of the King's advisors?"
"Sure thing! I was going to do it for you anyways" Vertraten eagerly replied
"Thanks!" Christovich replied.
Little did he know, that that was going to be the single worst decision of his life. Christovich, worked his way into the role of the kings advisor and that was truly the begining of the end of Lescastriz. Christovich was already looking to be the vice president, which definately involved some killing. He very slowly killed people off, oldest to youngest, making their deaths all seem like accidents and making sure one other cabinet member saw him at around the time at their planned deaths.
All the while, he was making peoples lives a living hell. He slowly and steadily helped raised taxes, and at some point poisoned the waters with lead and other comtaminants. When questioned he simply pointed the blame on another member of the cabinet.
And then the king died, not of Christovich's own doing, but of pneumonia he was battling for months. And Christovich saw a chance to strike. When the time to elect a new king arose he rigged the votes and slightly brainwashed everyone to not suspect a thing.
When He became king, all hell broken loose. He rapidly kicked out several cabinet member somehow without suspicion. But kept Vetraten. He rapidly raised taxes, and durastically raised the punishment for crimes, and added a new one: Speaking out against the government. Vetraten unknowing helping with a lot of this, providing him resources and votes.
He began conquering land and killing killing anybody who stood in his way. The population of Lescastriz began falling, faster. And when it starting falling on its last legs, he showed Vetraten who he really was.
"What do you want with me?" Vetraten said, shocked at such a person like Christovich would just appear in front of him.
"I already got what i wanted. You know that freind you knew around 4 years ago?" Christovich teased
"That was me the entire time, I killed him and burned the body, then I went up the chain of command until we got to where we are now"
Vetraten stared in dead silence.
"And YOU helped almost every step of the way!" Christovich gleefully replied
Vetraten was still shocked in silence
"Come, let us take a look at what we did shall we?" Christovich practically dragged Vetraten around with him
The saw the bodies, the piles of corpses, the un-ending waves of poor people, and most notably the foul stench.
"Why not? Been a while since i did something like this anyways" Christovich replied ever so casually
"Now, don't sulk! I'll let you go with your life! You helped me so much it would be appalling even for me just to kill you on the spot!"
Vetraten walked out, he noticed him talking but he didn't care. He just kept walking.
He was getting berrated and harrased the whole way to the gates. He then made a treck to him home town. In which nothing much changed.
He was still hated the same, and learned that his name became imfamous. Rejected by pretty much everyone.
He was at the edge of a cliff, with a fall more than enough to kill anything dropping off of it without wings.
He took some steps towards it before a mysterious figure walked towards him.
"WHAT ARE YOU HERE TO DO? KILL ME? BECAUSE IF YOU HAVE EYES YOU CAN SEE I'M ABOUT TO DO THAT MYSELF"
"No, I am here to give you a second chance." The figure held out a piece of luntum, which Vetraten didn't exactly know about.
"WHY OF ALL PEOPLE GIVE ME A SECOND CHANCE!", Vetraten was just confused as to what being would do such a thing
"You had no idea, though it was irresponsible of you to not at least check up on your 'friend'. You had no power to stop it, but you can help undo the harm he's done"
Vetraten took the lutum and he suddenly started glowing. And when all was said and done the hooded figure said
"Good, but you cant fight him alone, you're going to need some help. But you have a role to play. We are going to retake Lescastriz, and you are going to be the star of the show hear me son?"
"You know damn well I couldn't just let you do that, now are we going to restore Lescastriz to its former glory or what?"