He appeared in a pitch-black void. Beings of cosmic scale fought before his eyes. They fought and fought. Fought against the unending swarm. An endless multitude of amorphous flesh. Morphed into tentacles, morphed into worms, morphed into bubbles, morphed into flesh, flesh and flesh. These beings came from the deep, from the depths of the cosmos, from the chambers of the chaos. They plucked out planets, They plucked out stars, They plucked out galaxies. They were...

The Nine Monarchs Beyond The Veil

Grotesque beings from beyond the fabric of existence. 


A man with long silvery hair was standing in the centre of it all, sealed in illusory chains. 


A little girl floated behind the man, snuggling inside a blanket made from the same illusory chains as him. 


Faviana opened her eyes and saw herself kneeling in front of the man. 


For she was half-submerged in the river of blood. 


For she knew who he was, but she could not recall where she met the man? 


The man came forth and released a violet glop of blood from his mouth. The glop of violet blood floated in the void before nestling itself on one of his fingertips. Then symbols flashed within his azure eyes and projected themselves upon her forehead. 


Shyreiana.