Once upon a time, there were two beings.

These two beings had the rare ability to travel between dimensions.

Each world was different as were the two beings that traversed them.

One was always put in a trance by the thought of free will and the choices that could so easily make one's life beautiful or miserable.

The other thought the opposite. Believing that free will was what made the world as dangerous and as cruel a world as it was.

As such, a war broke out between the two, each fighting for what they believed in.

A countless number of worlds were lost in the fight, every human constantly running from the carnage of the two's millennia long duel.

Until eventually they were locked in a final battle.

After fighting for as long as either could, the one on the side of free will finally made the choice to end the war.

By crushing his opponent's skull.

With the fight over, the winner left the corpse of the loser to rot as he continued to travel the multiverse, each day little by little, slowly forgetting his fight.

Now the being lives in peace, glad that that chapter of his life was long since over.

But there is a prophecy. One that dictates that the other being will return for revenge, eventually taking over the mind of the one who killed him.

Destroying everything he had left to love, with his own blood soaked hands.

Now I don't know how much of that story you know, you may be guessing where exactly the following tale goes, or you may be wondering why I, as the narrator, even bring up this old fable at all. Seeing as how it really plays no part in this. But I must detest, with the argument that this aged wives' tale may help you figure out the details behind the story from so long ago.

It is not important to figure it out. But it is... interesting.

Although I must warn you, the old thing has been changed heavily as time went on, so the section you see above is only the Wikipedia page of it. Littered with typos and missing details. So do not trust it entirely.

Enjoy The Show.