In Baal's dream, he saw those victims he slaughtered before.
These people, who were supposed to be dead, chased after him on their broken bodies. They kept yelling "reveeeeenge…" until they forced Baal into a corner.
"NOOOO!"
When a moving corpse grabbed Baal's neck with a pair of bloody hands, the man finally fainted in his dream.
In the next second, Baal bounced up from his bed, panting heavily. His back was covered in his own sweat.
"That's… a dream?? But it looks so real!"
"Your nightmares won't leave you alone. It seems you've done many guilty things, Baal."
A bright male voice came from nearby.
Baal immediately gazed at who might have just offended him, only to get terrified when he recognized the figure leaning against the door frame.
Baal stumbled down his bed and almost crawled to his employer on all fours. "Why-why have you come, sir?"