AN- Okay, so this is my first story, im not entirely sure where its heading... so enjoy, I guess, and see what you think.

A long sigh was heard through the lips of the man as he wearily rubbed at his eyes. He had been working well into the night-darkness had fallen and all 3 moons could be seen glowing through the window. He picked up his wine glass and took a sip as he looked over the final plans for 'The Laboratory'. He turned a page, glancing over the building designs. 7 weeks hard work and finally he could begin the final preparations.

The Jaded were a fascist extremist group which had held power over a small island off the mainland coast of the planet Hayzar for centuries, and after tonight, building of 'The Laboratory' would begin. The mans name was Varg. He was the current leader of The Jaded, and in his opinion, 'The Laboratory' was the perfect answer to the problem The Jaded had had for many years.

Hayzar was an interesting planet, in climate it was very similar to the original planet, however its main population was divided into two distinct subspecies. Varg and the Jaded were known as the Higher race-the dark-skinned people of the islands, but for many years had yearned to take over the mainland, which was sparsely populated with those worthless 'tailless' beings of pale skin.

'The Laboratory' was designed for experimentation on the 'tailless'; Varg intended to find out the reasoning behind there skills over fire, their only gift, in his eyes. He intended to torture the tailless, until they were so weak as to give up there power to the Higher race, and when there use had been expelled, they would be brutally decapitated, incinerated and then burned. In Varg's opinion, Hayzar would be safe and at peace once the 'tailless' were wiped out.

Varg sighed again, and was about to call through the intercom to have a servant bring him up a last brandy before bed, when movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. A figure stepped out of the shadows and crossed to the rug in front of the hearth. The man-Varg assumed it as a man-was dressed in a black cloak, with a peaked hood that cast a shadow over his eyes a nose. The cloak was tied loosely midway down his chest, over a grey shirt. He wore knee-high black leather boots, black trousers, and a red cloth belt, attached to which was a sheath of small knives. At his hip was a pure black sword and a bow was strapped to one shoulder. A red offset cape covered his alternate shoulder, swaying slightly as though the energy coming off the man in waves was enough to make it appear in a breeze. All of this was deathly intimidating, but all Varg took into account was the pale skin of chin, neck and hands, and the fact he clearly had no tail.

"I don't know what right you piece of scum feel you have, but I assure you are not worthy to stand before me tailless."

The man did not appear insulted. On the contrary, Varg noticed his lips curl into a smirk, and it suddenly occurred to him it was so very late at night and he had just insulted a man loaded with weapons in a room with no witnesses. But Varg was an arrogant man, so he continued.

"I will have to have you detained. It is pitiful how your species considers themselves our equals."

"Oh I very much doubt I am your equal sir", the man sneered, "Do you have any remorse for the atrocities you have committed in you reign of terror?" The disgust clear in his voice.

"Atrocities? I assure you tailless, I am simply purging Hayzar of the rot that is your race. Now, I think I shall call security. Its time for me bed, and you, hell."

In two swift steps the man reached Varg, grabbing him by his expensive evening suit, and throwing him across the room. Varg slammed into the wall, but reached up and pushed the button on the intercom.

"SECURITY! There's a rouge tailless in here and its assaulted me!"

His attacker loomed over him, and reached down, pulling him up by the throat.

"Do you have any last words of regret Varg? I saw what you did to that girl last week. For entertainment. You're a sick piece of shit aren't you? She can't have been older than seven, but it didn't stop you having her raped and slaughtered in front of everyone at the last meeting of The Jaded for you to have a hearty laugh over whilst eating pudding? This is one murder I will remember with enjoyment"

Varg faltered. It had suddenly occurred to him how very intimidating this man was. The was a chance he may actually die, which was such a gross injustice-would Hayzar be reduced to nothing if the tailless gained control once more? His planet, his people could die.

"Who are you?" he stuttered at the attacker, the fear evident in his voice.

"I am The End" he replied.

When the 4 security guards and Gade (the second in command of The Jaded) blew open the locked door of Varg's study 2 minutes later the room was in turmoil. The desk was aflame, all plans of The Jaded burned to nothing. Varg's body was crumpled in front of the hearth. Blood stained the expensive rug from the lethal slash in the leaders neck. His eyes remained open, terror and panic clear on his face, and on his forehead, deeply cut into his skin was a single letter. A symbol of a man that was known throughout the universe, on almost every planet, by almost all. He was called many names; 'The Saviour' by some, 'The Reaper' by others. The plans and empires of those he killed were always shambles by the following day. His appearance meant Hope to the condemned and the time for the dead's allies to change their ways or follow in the footsteps of their late leaders. It was a letter of an old language that few had known, but now what it represented was known to all.

Omega

'The End'

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