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

“Vincent!” Selena brimmed with kindled infatuation. “Is that really you?! What happened to you!” 


“I am fine,” Vincent laughed; his vertical eye flashed in azure and illuminated the twisted enclosure with drifting starlights. 


“Why are you in a sword!? Please tell me where you are! Where can I find you!” Selena crawled towards him. “I….I...am…I really...” 


“Relax and take deep breaths,” he replied. “We shall meet soon enough, but more importantly….” 


The vertical eye arched over and gazed at the sinister depths of the passageway, “What was your name again?” 


The broken piece of the skeletal arm drifted across and reattached itself back to the white-robed undead, “Diarmad.” 


“You do realise that this is my woman you were trying to kill moments before,” Vincent stated in an uncanny tone. 


“That was not my intention at first, but,” Diarmad replied. 


Rumble! Explosions echoed from the rooted tunnels. 


Festivity At The Undercroft.