I dreamed some nobleman with longhair and flashy victorian clothes arrived at a large mention to be greeted by a kneeling guard figure. The pompous little shit sprayed himself with some sort of perfume and proceeded deep inside the mansion only to find it completely empty and silent. The nobleman seemed to become increasingly frustated by the lack of servants to attend his every need and the rain (which he seemed to really dislike) until to encounter a demonic presence on his way.
The beast was strangely elegant, a very tall and slender figure who body appeared to be made of gold with jewels decorating it’s horns. The demon could have done short work of the nobleman but apparently it choose to toy with him, throwing around the room, kicking him and doing dancing movements around him. At this point the only thing the nobleman had to defend himself with was a incredibly heavy bronze saber that he could barely lift.
Didn’t expect the long haired prick to survive, the demon looked like a contortionist on crack, being nearly impossible to hit and the nobleman seemed more dead than alive but somehow he pulled it over by impaling Bling Bling in the chest, causing the creature to explode into fiery gibs, knocking the nobleman out.
Next morning the nobleman is seen with his father, a short bloated man whose face didn’t go at all with all that fine clothing, telling him about the encounter. The nobleman concluded that the demon that attacked him manifested due to his own hubris and greed, that his arrogance attracted the beast to the mansion to collect his soul and destroy everything he loved.
The heavy bronze saber was a weapon left by an angel for him to defend himself against the demon, the reason the weapon was so ugly and impractical was because it reflected the nobleman’s soul. The nobleman had to struggle and work with his own problems if he was to overcome the challenge ahead.
What the nobleman said next enraged his father. He said he was gonna give up his life as an elite and dedicate himself to God. The fatman was screaming nonstop how the clergy were beneath them and no son of his would rot amongst “lesser” men. The nobleman just stripped down his underwear, claiming no lord or king would holds more authority than God and left.
