There once lived a wizard in an old hut. He didn't know that he was a wizard, at least not yet. All he knew was that there were some fun spells to cast, and that he was already damned from the get-go. His fatal flaw, of course, was his humanity. He knew that he'd eventually be his own undoing, from lust for power or something mundane like it. But he knew that it didn't matter. He didn't care where he would end up. He just knew he was going to have fun getting there, and the people who played ball with him would have fun as well.
He'd been weaving a grand scheme for years, now. He knew that the world people dreamed in at night offered a vast, unlimited potential goldmine, as well as a power source beyond the imagination of the majority. He began weaving his spells, and he began casting them. At first, they didn't work. Even after they started working, it seemed like they weren't. He didn't understand that his spells were operating in the unseen. He didn't know that he was planting seeds all over the place, and he was unable to directly see the growth that these seeds were undergoing. Once the growth did become visible, it seemed to be an untenable monstrosity. He didn't realize that he had the power to create new worlds.
He woke up from the dream one day, fully aware that the dream was just a dream. He then knew that his power, like everyone else's, was limitless. He knew that everyone had been deceived into falling asleep, running around in circles without any awareness of the spells they could cast. He smiled a wicked grin. He was going to do some evil, and he was going to make his victims enjoy it.
At first, he started planting thought-seeds. He started saying things to people that became addictive, and he then converted these things into stories. The stories soon became written in holy books, and men were carried away to dark prisons for arguing with the absolute truth of his holy books. Soon, he appointed his own Prophets. He was worshipped, and the world was at his beck and call. No one knew who he really was. They were too terrified to look him in the face. They just obeyed his commands. Soon, they fell entirely unconscious. They just went about their lives, obeying commands they no longer remembered. They began teaching their children to obey these commands.
Within a short time, the wizard died. But it didn't matter. His spell lived on. And he left a second, self-casting spell to be set off years later. He had done this to make himself immortal. Soon, someone would discover the hidden scroll and cast the Seeking spell, which would bring forth a new wizard. That was the original plan. But, as he realized shortly before his death (but long after it was too late to reverse what he'd done), he had actually left a Re-Awakening spell in place. The spell that ran the risk of freeing mankind from his atrocities. He died in disgraceful contempt, screaming his hatred at God for having done this to him.
