The Void lanced through his body. It's inevitable grasp of all things is the one certainty that pervades through all existence. Dark, and cold, it is happy to wait. Happy for all to succumb. Either by hastening their approach to the Void or sending others to it, the Void only cares for it's infinite hunger. Like a drug addict looking for his next fix, craving its next meal. All of these things were realised by him, the one who called for it. He had cracked his soul. It was so foul and rotten, that darkness seeped like pus from open sores. Beyond caring, beyond love, beyond Light, he called to the Void. He hoped for a final salvation, something his cruel world would grant him. A final wish before he too, shuffled off the mortal coil. This was most likely, one of the most foolishly insane acts a wizard has ever performed. And so, Nentor took the void to his soul. Its hunger strove to act through his, to destroy all that was Light. And so, the wizard tainted by the foulest and darkest presence ever observed, became what only his soul previously revealed. He became a creature of rot, pestilence, lingering decay. His robes were shredded by the dark forces raging through his being, and his vocal cords were destroyed by his screams. No longer able to express his anguish, his overwhelming fear of being a creature of the Void, he sought other beings. And thus, driven insane and of Void by his souls demons, the first Dementor was born into this world.