The Profane Prince's blood-spattered unification of the Mortal Realm marked the beginning of times where the sword saw no use. Across the Chthonian Realm, convinced of his omnipresence and awed by his omnipotence, none dared challenge the established order, and all put down their swords.
Fear of a true deity's earthly presence held the world by the throat, and even among mortals and commoners, the rates of petty thievery, rape, and murder dwindled at breakneck speed. Better, with most sentient lives now bearing the imprint of Konrad's will, such development could only progress faster.
But if the majority found relish in this new state of things, for a scant few, it wrought nights untold of nightmares. Konrad, the Profane Prince, was one of those few.