It had only been 20 years since the greatest evil known to this galaxy waged war against all the forces of good, thankfully he and his forces were destroyed when one of the greatest sages of eltar gave his life to cleanse the galaxy of all evil. However evil had already re-established itself but time and time again they were repelled or destroyed, this threat however was different. He did not seek world domination like so many of the witches, aliens and demons before him. He only sought chaos.
His dark figure arrived on a little rock orbiting a tiny backwater planet named earth, home to what some would refer to as the greatest heroes of the last century. He stood in the ruins of a once great palace it had been built to withstand great siege in its mission to defend the powerful crystal that once lay beneath its foundations but it had since crumbled very few of the upper palace were still intact. The shadowy figure stood in front of the rubble just staring at it for a moment. Then in a decisive moment he walked straight through the grey, dusty debris , his shadowy body seemingly seeping through the cracks.
The shadows would join to form a body in a chamber, what appears to have once been a thorn room. A large metallic chair lay on the floor, once it was the throne of great evils of the galaxy but it was nearly completely cracked. The dust did not move as the figure moved through the cavity. Half of a silver mask covered in dust lent against one of the fallen walls. The figure looked at the mask, it seemed familiar to him. A face from the past, over 20 years had passed since he had seen this mask. It was a type of mask passed down from father to son but it was usually whole. It did not seem as if the mask had spilt in two because of battle but because of a deliberate action.
The shadowy figure lifted his hand summoning the mask to his hand. He looked at intently before a second figure began to materialise in front of him. This creature was almost human but appeared to have the skin ripped off and shinning silver bones. The mask had disappeared from the shadows hand and had joined the rest of it on the creatures face. A long silver prong stuck up from his head, yielding a "Z" symbol. The mask did not allow the wearer to show much emotion but this being was shocked to see the figure that stood before him.