There are many constants throughout the universe.
Some constants are simple, such as the assurance of death after life, and life after death.
An endless cycle that knows no end, many dread this cycle, others welcome it, but all know it as a means to an end for themselves. Which leads us to our next constant,
The end.
Everything comes to end one way or another, be it life, love, safety. None of these things Last forever.
Despite what one has done in life, be it good or bad, be they a saint or a sinner, sooner or later, it will all come to a close.
Until it doesn't
Imagine having power, power beyond your wildest dreams, and yet, no reasoning behind why you have it. Many love you for your power, drawn lustfully toward it like moths to an open flame. Others loathe you for your power, seeking your destruction simply because your power outmatches theirs.
And yet, you have yet to find purpose.
Others teach you how to cultivate your power, how to control it and make it work for you.
And yet, you have yet to find purpose.
You gain the adoration of others, they see you as their future,
And yet, you have yet to find purpose.
You work tirelessly with your power, intent on making it the best it could possibly be, and more.
Others respect you, as they should.
You push the boundaries of all your kind knows, intent on knowing more, gaining more, becoming more powerful with each growing second.
Your kind grows fearful
You ignore their pleas for restraint, you ignore them to the point where lives are taken in your quest for more.
And then,
The love turns to envy,
They hate you now,
They all hate you,
They hate your power.
They force you out, and your hate begins to grow, you hate, and hate and hate them for shunning you when you should be a king amongst them.
A God amongst them.
You find your purpose,
You must have more,
You must show them how wrong they are.
You must have more power.
You discard their teachings, nothing but the lies of senile old reptiles.
Meant to hold you back.
You tap into all the power within you until it fills your mind, permeates your body, and envelops your very soul.
You want more.
You raise an army, they will help you find more.
You fight.
You lose.
You are locked away
Your body is trapped, but your mind still wakes,
Your power still churns within you
You reach out with your power
You find more puppets, using your power to warp minds and bodies.
You make them hunt for the one meant to stop you
Millions perish in your name.
Your finest puppet frees you, despite the best efforts of many
You return,
You raise an army once more, ready for anything those worthless creatures will throw at you.
You fight, thousands more perish.
But the one meant to stop you still lives.
He fights your armies
He frees your puppet
She turns against you
They both fight you
You fight back,
You lose once more
No
NO
NONONONONONONO
You cannot be defeated!
You are eternal!
You are locked deep within the planet by the two saviors.
In your hatred, you collapse all that you built to kill them,
They survive.
Three years pass and your mind and soul are left to wander, you cannot leave this time.
Your body is gone.
But your mind,
Your soul,
Your power still remains.
Your armies have fallen, those still loyal to you scattered.
You spread your power across worlds, looking for an army.
And much, much more.
You find a race similar to your last army,
You watch them
You watch their history
Hate, lust, greed, wrath, gluttony, sloth, envy.\
They show it all
They will do nicely,
You whisper in the ears of many, many fall under your control,
You sense a power within some,
A dormant power, not used or needed for many centuries.
Some are born with a closer connection, they are easier to control But you can sense two unlike the rest
Strong enough to resist
Strong enough to serve as a replacement.
You send a wisp of your power, untainted by you into each. Seeing how their souls react.
You make plans to enslave this world as you will your own
You choose one and prepare to deal with the other
Your plans are laid,
You need simply wait as they grow, unaware of the power within them.
You are now ready, your strongest champion now heeds your call
You must deal with the other one.
You will.
You will return
You will show them why you are not to be trifled with
You will wipe those worthless, disgusting race of dragons off the face of Avalar
It will be yours, just as Earth will soon be.
But first, you must leave.
Your name is Malefor
And you will be free once more.