The field before you was razed to the ground. Fire and screams fill the landscape as thousands of souls are burned in an unholy hell fire. A familiar situation for a knight with your reputation. However, a very unfamiliar perspective as it was mainly your enemies that would suffer this fate and not yourself. The skies have taken a crimson red huge. Lightning flashes across it. Your army is gone. Your men, either dead somewhere across the field or have fled your side. The smell of brimstone pommels your scenes. The flames, though far away, scorch your skin and singes your hair. As you try tp remember how you got here, flashes of you riding into battle bombards your memory. Your face, covered in the blood of your ill fated enemies. An Angel, beamed into your path. Her sword, pierces your chest. Your lance, impaled her throat. Stunned. She was unaffected by your attack. You heard of this indestructible Angel. Avacyn! You remember how you got here. You are dead and damned. Your army, obliterated. The carnage and joy of war that you have so reveled during your mortal life have been taken from you. You are no longer among the living.
HA HA HA HA. DO NOT DESPAIR FRIEND. FOR YOUR WAR HAS JUST BEGUN.
A voiced bellowed across the cursed sky. You look to identify the source. A huge shadow begins to cover the hellish landscape. You follow the shadow with your eyes. It leads to a massive Demon. Its wings, threaten to cover the sky from view. The Demon towers over the field as it stands dozens of meters tall. Its right hand is grasping an unholy scythe. Its blade not of steel but flame. The souls of every thing the cursed weapon has killed can be heard screaming across the plane.
I AM THE DEMON, RAKDOS! THE DEFILER! THE LORD OF RIOTS!! THE UNDENIABLE SHOWSTOPPER!!! I HAVE SEEN YOUR WORKS AND I AM IMPRESSED.
The demon's voice, being incapable of gentility, shakes the very ground you stand on and cracks the very foundation of your sanity. Madness seeps in. Your eyes threaten to bulge out of their sockets. You instinctively cover your ears in an almost physical attempt to prevent the madness from entering your mind. Or perhaps, preventing your sanity from leaving. You scream in agony.
LET THE CHAOS CONSUME YOU! LET IT REPLACE YOUR MORTAL MIND. EMBRACE YOUR NEW PURPOSE. I HAVE CHOSEN YOU TO COMMAND MY ARMY KNIGHTS. FELLOW DAMNED SOULS SUCH AS YOURSELF, TORMENTED IN THIS REALM FOR THEIR DEEDS. BUT LIKE YOU, REFUSE TO ACCEPT DEFEAT AND STILL RELISH THE LUST OF WAR. YOUR WILL IS OF THE STRONGEST I HAVE SEEN OF MORTALS. LEAD MY KNIGHTS TO SWARM MY ENEMIES. KILL, DESTROY AND BURN YOUR WAY TO VICTORY. IN EXCHANGE, I WILL UNLOCK YOUR GREATEST POTENTIAL. I WILL GIVE YOU BACK WHAT AVACYN ATTEMPTED TO SNUFF.
A powerful glow emanates from your chest. A spark of some kind.There is a scorching pain from where the Angel's sword haD pierced your chest. Flashes of far off planes race by your mind's eye. An image of Avacyn, being purged of existence by her creator. An unholy smile parts your face as you revel in that vail creature's demise.
YOU ARE A PLANESWALKER. THE ANGELS SAW YOUR ARMY AND YOUR UNIGNITED SPARK. THEY FEAR YOU WOULD DESTROY THE PLANE. BUT NOW WITH YOUR NEW POWER AND MY ARMY, WE WILL BRING TRUE CHAOS TO ALL THE PLANES. NOW GO FORTH AND MUTILATE!!
The pain of Sanity has fled your once mortal mind. The landscape parts and shifts to your old plane in the living world. Much has changed. Although death seemed only a few minutes ago, several years have passed. The calm grassy hill is familiar to you. It os where your mortal body was destroyed. Several large portals begin to fill the old battlefield. Your army of damned knights begin to cheer as they walk across the portal. How the Demon, Rakdos, was able to transport your army to different plane or where he got such a device is of no consequence to you. It's been years since this world has felt the pain of your scourge and that needs remedy.
