This shall be a fanfiction for the exotics within destiny. Guess the weapon and get a cookie.
If I owned destiny, or bungie for that matter, would I be stuck with three Badger CCLs? I own nothing.
In the vast gulf between stars, there lies terrible and wonderful secrets, relics of the past and parcels of the future. It was in this vastness that the abysses formed; Putrid masses of broken logic and nightmares made real.
Cause became effect. eternity was the only time could measure. Pallid light ran down from dying stars frozen in their last death throes and sang unto those who would listen with a tattered rattle as though the rays themselves might be harmed for speaking.
Gods sat among the damned; their faces blank beyond compare. most were older than time itself but none more aged then Oryx. The elder god was corporeal terror, his voice a thousand singing cities in the shrieking wind, but all heard him, for the wind and the earth and the void around them was him.
The Vex had found this place before, their solution to this problem was thwarted in every timeline they traveled for each Oryx was the same being. One can only remove something from time if it was not time itself.
The youngest of all the gods was Crota; his gaze caused stars to wail, struggling to die but not allowed to.
His hunger was insatiable, His rage was death given means, his soul was me.
Can you feel eternity, Guardian?
-Necrochasm-
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