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

Careen spread open her arms, and a blue halo of luminosity erupted from her chest. The air encircling her condensed, and countless pellets of frosted vials took shape within seconds. A blizzard dawned upon her lithe frame, for she transmuted into the eye that commanded the elements themselves. She gracefully hovered in the air and drifted back down in front of Vincent. 


“That was very rude, you know,” Careen said. “Vincent! You need to discipline your maid.” 


“That’s what she always wants,” Vincent laughed and rubbed onto her violet scales. “Shyreiana, get us down.” 


“Yes Master!” Shyreiana lowered her head till it reached just above the ground. 


“Move,” Vincent beckoned at Careen as they both jumped off from her crown. 


Just His Maid.