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 pinched onto his ear, “Vincent! How could you! How could you do this to me again?!” 


“Don’t hurt my dear Master!” Shyreiana slid in between the two and pushed her away. 


“What!? Which side are you on anyway!” Careen said. 


“Always on Master’s side!” Shyreiana placed her hands on her waist and puffed up her chest. 


“Then...why did you even come running to me in the first place?!” 


“Just wanted to see how you would react,” Shyreiana giggled. 


“You! I should have known a harlot like you would not even care how many women he brings home!” 


“Don’t call me a harlot! You are a harlot! Only Master is allowed to call me a harlot!” 


“I don’t take commands from you!” 


“Urgh! Why did I even try to argue with you?” Careen sighed and pointed at the woman huddled in the corner. “You there! What is your name?” 


“Why are you following after Vincent?!” 


The Long Wait.