Huntokar was a god.
Huntokar was the destroyer.
Huntokar was the suviour.
She had created a place for herself.
A town, a little town just one town.
And like anything that one creates, she loved her town, but that love would spell it's end.
Those she watched over loved her in return and worshipped her as any god should be worshipped.
Humans were beautiful things but also terrible things and there were some who wished to destroy themselves, and everything else
Who wished harm upon the little town that she had created.
So like anyone who loves what they have created she tried to save them.
From their dimise, from their suffering, from the dark planet lit by no sun which she knew was death itself coming to end what she had created. To end even her.
So like the fool she was she tried to save her little town called Night Vale.
Tried to save the only thing she had ever owned.
The only thing she had ever loved.
And she ended up breaking them.
She had ripped open reality, had caused every possible Night Vale to shatter and collapse and fall into one another until they had become one and yet separate.
Those who once worshipped her forgot her, she became lost to them. She supposed it was for the best. If they had remembered her then surely they would know what she had done to them, the fate she had condemned them to.
Yet she still watched over them. Morning what would become of them.
She had done it out of love.
But her intentions did not matter.
In trying to save what she had created she had doomed the only thing she loved.
And the black planet lit by no sun was looming ever closer.
The end was inadvertable.
And she had caused it.