Galactic 2.o
Prologue
His was a world of darkness and isolation. A world where a deep violet sky spanned all directions in a never ending abyss. The ground below was solid, but gravity took no credit, for he could walk a path at any which angle he pleased. The distortion of the reality that he had known generated an endless rumble, and yet, his world was a place of terrifying silence. A silence that was soon to be broken.
Humble creator… Have you any idea of what you've done….? A cackling voice teased, rumbling in uncanny delight. 'Humble', however, was an understatement, and he was all too aware of it. The beast was mocking him; No, it was tormenting him. Jeering and prodding, surely in attempts at revealing man's folly.
"…..Show yourself." He growled, flipping his head about in vain. The abyss created a daunting echo, only serving to filter the source of the creature's voice. The beast chuckled, only to further baffle its frustrated prey.
Ah, but I already have... I am the land beneath your toes; The oxygen in which you breathe…. The…. monster…. that you have brought into being…. Out of the corner of his eye, there was a flicker of light; a bright contrast to the perpetual darkness. Are you proud of yourself, human….? For it is your pride which has granted me this life…. And for that… I thank you…. His cold, icy eyes narrowed, paralyzed by intrigue. The sliver of light twisted and warped, behaving more like a haze than light as he knew it. The surrounding darkness began to clump into vague mounds of matter as the monster spoke his eerie gratitude. Matter took shape, forming the silhouette of a massive, but more notably, hideous creature. The light adopted a searing red glint, materializing into piercing eyes of crimson. The body of the beast was robust and lined with wicked spikes; From its back, spanned billowing wings of vile smoke. …Does this form please you, Master Cyrus…? ….It is only in man's nature to desire a face to which he may address…
"….And to whom am I addressing…?" His voice surged through gritted teeth in a raspy snarl. To describe the man as defensive was to give him too little credit. A pale, quivering hand crept toward his breast, all too aware of the steel that resided within.
The towering beast grinned at the gesture. ….My name…. Is of no importance in the presence of a demigod, my friend….. I am everything…. I am nothing…. But most importantly….. I am… alive.
"Well, then." A blank grin curled at Cyrus' blood-drained lips. His wandering hand retreated into the pocket, and withdrew to reveal a proud, silver handgun. "…..What a shame it would be to end a life so celebrated…." The dragon's taunting gaze ignited a familiar fire of hatred in his pounding heart. If he was the demigod… Then the beast was his competition.
What a shame indeed~ The monster echoed, jeering at the gun as he raised it to take aim. The man's sharp features pinched in disgust, mirroring the pressure he applied to the trigger.
His new, perfect world roared in pain at the sound of two loud cracks.
And then…..
All was dark, and it was that instant in which Cyrus had discovered true silence.