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Before the birth of the world, there existed 6 primordial Aspects, which govern the nature and structure of everything in existence, and the ones who controlled them were none other than the supreme beings... The Primordial ones.

However, of these six, there was one who sought to destroy the world and the system in which it operated. The Primordial of the sixth Aspect. 

This caused a great war in the Heavenly realm, causing the other 5 to rise against him. He was struck down, stripped of his Aspect and ultimately destroyed. Eventually, the world would come to know him as the Evil one, the god of despair... The Demon God.

After several centuries and millennia have passed, the feared one has awakened. His rage and wrath unstoppable. Now he must have his vengeance on the 5 Primordials who betrayed him, retrieve his Aspect and destroy the world as he had intended from the beginning.

This is the story of Hexarion... The Primordial of the Void, and the one who consumes all.

Alternative Title: Primordial Descent. HEX: Aspect Of The Void

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Primordial Descent

" You're mine now." Mithra said with a devilish smile certain of her victory against Talia.

Black energy materialized into a cocoon about Talia enshrouding her in darkness.

" Just in case she escapes." Atar said to Mithra as he began to conjure up energy within his palms.

" I find it insulting that you would think that.  I spent over a century creating and mastering it you know." Mithra replied with her fingers lusciously rubbing her lips.

The ball of orange energy began to materialize, it lengthened to a long great blade and then a grip appeared. Atar had a brimming greatsword clasped in his hands, taking a stance that suggested he was anticipating Talia breaking out of the cocoon.

" It traps the victim and plays to them a series of nightmares for eternity with no hopes of them ever seeing the daylight again."

" Wicked." Said Atar with a smirk.

Final Clash [Pt 2]