A/N Hello this is my first attempt at a fanfiction and I love destiny so it worked out. I will be telling several stories hopefully about the hive, fallen, cabal, and the other beings in the Destiny universe. It is my first fanfic and I hope it goes well. All advice to help me with the story with ideas or just advice on how to improve my writing would be appreciated!

P.S. I will be using lore from destiny and have gotten it from my own speculations but also from the lore gods themselves. Them being My name is Byf, Myelin Games, and Sir Wallen. If you want to hear destiny lore I advise you check out their YouTube channels.

Now let us begin this journey!

Oryx

Nothing, that was all the dethroned king could feel. He had come for vengeance his very son Crota the Eater of Hope had been slain by the very warriors that killed him. Oryx's consciousness still yearns for vengeance even past death yet floats through the space of his throne world limp and for the first time in a long time, powerless. Oryx only knew powerlessness in his early years when he hadn't grasped the logic that made him a god, and the pact made that would end him if he didn't follow it. This was his eternal struggle and yet he didn't feel it, his mind didn't ache his body didn't burn with energy and gun fire from his enemies. The Taken King was now free but also at an impasse, if he wanted to be free that is one thing but if he wanted vengeance and to truly be what his gods had wanted he would need to live. He would need to be slave to himself.

In his floating death, the Taken King thought and stayed true to his natural nature even when the pact was void, or rather he floated in it. Though he had no voice in death his words echoed to himself as if the void spoke what he couldn't say.

"I was beaten by them so by law they have the right to exist, maybe their right is only temporary. I built my court out of the dead, my ships, I will make a them into something special" Oryx said in murderous glee

Thinking of every possible target the guardians held dear in his mind he knew they followed a god like he did, yet it was the stain on the universe. Simple things such as mercy and compassion were key in their beliefs as well the Traveler virtually desecrating the universe with its weak light preaching. Yet Oryx caught himself, if it was weak how was he beaten? It had power and in order to crush the guardians under foot he needed to recognize that or risk falling again.

"The Traveler is the disease of the universe and a potent one, but it isn't my only threat. My sisters the Cunning Savathun and the War craved Xivu Arath will find what is left and seize it." Oryx growled in hatred yet held a love for them by doing this, he hated to lose his power and strength yet if his sisters found his tablets they would become what he couldn't and fulfill their eternal conquest. Before he could lament on his sisters a moment longer a crack had opened in the void near him growing larger by the second. Oryx held his gaze to the obstruction and felt no fear, for fear was a weakness, his true nature taking hold and he moved closer to navigate, to inquire. The energy about the crack was dark and not unlike the power he once wielded in life. It emanated power that leaked into his empty prison and a voice rang out from the other side.

"Oryx, The Taken King" the voice held a calm yet blood lust to it that Oryx hadn't heard in centuries.

"Who dares speak to me!" Oryx demanded but no answer came only the pull of the widening wound in his prison and like a black hole Oryx was pulled inside.

Senses of every kind returned as if flooded by legions and legions of his thrall. Oryx felt a body once more, felt the need to kill and most of all the slowly growing hunger of his worm. Opening is fire like eyes Oryx found his surroundings to be his Throne World, his Dreadnaught. His body moved as he commanded and his wing unfurled as he roared loudly in his return. Soon his tyrant gaze fell upon a hive knight who's energy glows black and white like his taken but it wasn't of hive fire but that of shapes. The energy was similar but upon looking closer was constantly changing codes but moved unlike they were designed broken and captured. The knight held a resemblance to Crota in stature and the deadly blade in hand. Oryx found Will Breaker his own sword where he had died in the material world and poured a portion of his power back into the blade reforming it, then with blade in hand he approached the knight.

"You have returned me from a true death" Oryx stated for a true death would be final for a hive god but he had brought his sisters back from true deaths so he could cheat death as well.

"Yes, I have fought for millennia in your name. For Oryx, the king of Shapes and have brought you back by fulfilling your true nature, I have navigated here and inquired." The Godlike knight said and Oryx looked upon him with an approving grin his pride finally returning home, his son of greater might than Crota who constantly shamed the sword logic by asking for power rather than taking it.

"Your conquest of the Vex is a symbol of your power my son, rise Nokris the Machine's Bane" Oryx then felt the comfort of his son's tribute feeding him and keeping his devouring worm fed, with this comfort he watched Nokris rise and look upon him.

"Our conquest must be finished, the true shape of the universe fulfilled. Go my son and kill with your blade, trick with your mind, take what you need" Oryx said with pride and love for his son having proven his worth to exist.

"Yes Oryx, they will die and tribute to your power" Nokris pledged making his father burn with an eager vengeful fire. With Nokris those who had killed him before will lay at his feet, his vengeance had begun again.