Once, there was a sorceror that lusted for power.
He had a house, a beautiful wife and lived in a friendly neighbourhood.
But this was not enough for him. He wanted more.

He would often study late into the night, desperately trying to find the key to more power.
Eventually, he found it. He summoned a host of shades, and demanded power from them.
The shades agreed, but with one condition. They needed the blood of his wife.

The sorceror agreed at once, and while she was sleeping, cut his wife's throat.
He then summoned the shades, who fed upon the her blood.
He then, once again, demanded power. They agreed and overwhelmed his soul, possesed his body, becoming a part of him.