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<i> The great emptiness of space. There was no sound, no smell, only the visions of it's immense alleged infinite. No matter how long one lived, or their experience, it was still perplexing and a breath taking landscape. However there was darkness creeping along the edges of the known universe, a silent shadow that slowly dimmed each and every light out of the tapestry of stars, one at a time they dwindled, it was like the galaxies were falling ill, dying one after the other for some unknown disease, however this same ailment had a name. It was called Leech. Commanding the relentless tide of doom, the creature would seek out the worlds of creation and make sure that they were in ruins for ever more. However even he grew bored of his endless onslaught, sometimes he would lose the battle against the forces that had fallen together to banish him once and for all, or he would just not feel like participating in one mass genocide after the other.

<i> However there were times where people, somehow, would get a hold of the prime essence of his destructive power, void energies, chaos elements, outer-dimensional minerals, and would try to harness their power. In his quest for perfection, to create and control whatever this massive deity of light knew that he didn't, he sometimes would breed foul creatures that were just as twisted as his soul. In a move that could only be called stupid, Leech overlook the creatures' potential and saw them unfit because they weren't exactly what he sought after. So he cast them away to other dimensions, to the depths of the void, to the darkest corners of space. That's where they would thrive and become deities themselves, he would only find out about their existence later, his 'offspring' could control facets of his existence. Fear, death, decay, insanity. They would develop their own civilization and caste system without the help of their father.

<i> In the end Leech was proud of their accomplishments, even though they were not perfect, they were his own, but he had abandoned them already and their powers had grown vastly, so challenging them would be a fruitless endeavor, which meant that the only way for him to make amends was to create a unison between his forces and the so called outer gods. These treaties took eons upon eons to make, but they were finally done and, against all odds, his children had joined his ranks in a massive push against creation. His war was drawing to a close, but not before things happened that could thwart his advances. Overlooking the remains of a planet after he had conquered it, Leech would walk around the remains of alien homes, walk upon the corpses of millions just to try and piece out what sort of world this was before his arrival. A game that would pay him costly in the future.

<i> It was there that he felt the pull of something. Magic perhaps? The creation's very own version of his parallel dimensions with all the trickery and witchcraft. Tilting his head, the overlord tried to listen to what the force had to say. </i> "...Dark, Young..." <i> What was that. A summoning ritual? How dare these fiends be so arrogant as to summon and control of his own. Tiling his head to the other side to keep listening, the monster felt his own existence shifting. He was in his prime form right now, the full potential of his destructive power, unlike the echoes he used on the far away, protected planets of creation. Of which Earth was at the top of that list. </i> "Woods. Night." <i> That's when he felt the pain. The pull was intense, like his bones were being pried away from his flesh with pliers. It was dizzying and it made the doom omen sick. Finally he screamed and an explosion happened at the surface level of the planet.

<i> Crackles and earthquakes resonated throughout the entirety of the space rock. His will was being summoned, but he couldn't leave the front lines so an echo had to make due, but he was pouring far too much of himself into this one. Leech was pissed. Looking to the exact where planet Earth was the man simply raised his hand shaping it like a gun and said. </i> "Bang." --------------

<i> A crackle of thunder was heard in the vicinity of the clearing, the alter resonating with great intensity at the presence of it's progenitor. Whatever was happening in those woods had to do with him and one of his own, his sons and daughters were his pride and joy, his only will was to make them perfect once he usurped that power from the all mighty god of creation. Place the, in the same role as the angels of yore. It was his own petty adventure, but it was one he was doing for over an eternity now and he was too close to his goal to stop now. The woods fell silent at his presence, even if it was a mere fraction of his true potential, there was still something there, something evil and with the power to bend destruction and death with his will alone. He didn't bother himself with the woods as they would decay  and bend away from him. Fearful of what he was capable of.

<i> His presence was nigh impossible to document, like a shadow in someone's dream. Once the pull was close enough he raised flight and went over the tops of the trees to look down at the going ons. First a very VERY familiar face was standing there commanding an offspring of one of his eldest. He saw fit to finally make his appearance. Lowering himself he rested the sole of his naked foot on the corpse offering, finally meeting for the first time the fire mage. </i> "Someone wanted the presence of a god." <i> He spoke peering down at trip and giving her the most telling and wicked of smiles. </i> "Thus why I am here." <i> There was the sound of bones cracking as Leech waved his hands and every single vertebrae in the offering's spine was snapping out of their back, one at a time, hovering in the monster's direction and using him as a gravitational pull while they moved around him in an orbit.

"A human's foolishness is commendable, they always find a way to outdo themselves. Especially when it comes to meddling with that which they do not have a grasp on. Are you sure you can control sin? Fear? This arrogance is going to become your undoing, because I am just here as a messenger of goodwill and you will be the message. As clear as day." <i> he waved his finger and the vertebrae (still drenched in blood) fell onto the fallen male's lap one at a time. </i> "Doom is coming." <i> He spoke, his voice was coarse and arrogant, but whenever he spoke there were millions of other voices that followed suit, testing the limits of both Flame and Trip's sanity.