Alter Aeon: apocalypse

Summary: It didn't end in a zombie uprising, it didn't end in anything like that… how my universe was destroyed was more cosmic then coincidence, and if I've learned anything… entities have their own agenda's, and the one named Kenai is one of those entities built to screw everyone up, mortal or not.

Hello… my name is Necrosabor, but you would already know that if you've read all the fanfics with me mentioned in them… apparently my creator is a sucker for blue eyed characters. Oh no, he's giving me a eye-roll, hey, you have no vision, stop that! He is about to disconnect me… better get my story on the road before things get out of hand.

The end of the world started with a small meeting between the pantheon gods. Dentin was talking about something or other, Shadowfax was trying to melt Draaq's ice cream cone, Gander was spouting off some logical reasons to switch from chocolate pudding to vanilla pudding. I would rather take the swirl myself, but that's just me…

In the middle of the meeting, a portal opened, letting in a horde of demons and other nasties, all being led by the dark god himself. The gods tried to banish them, but their powers were reduced to the point of us Mir mortals, which for people like me isn't really a problem, cause well ya know… I am no god, though I may be godlike to some, I'm far from it. I have my flaws, such as being created by a guy whom has to many multi's to fill his time… Devildruid, seriously? Uh-o, he's giving me the McCoy glare of doom… run! *Scrambling can be heard as said character fleas for his life as yours truly chases him out of camera range. "You, get back here!" *Necrosabor… AAAAAA…

*So hope you liked chapter 1, let me know if you want me to continue. More than 10 views should do, and in the meanwhile, I'll probably… probably… be updating personal log of the undead sword.