Prologue
Falling. Endless, never-ending falling. A thousand questions racing through my mind. Where am I? Am I dead? What was that light? What happened?
Then a stream of light appeared. So I am dead. I moved towards the light, or was it moving towards me? Doesn't matter. It was getting closer all the same. It looked warm and inviting at first, but as it got closer it seemed to become cold, harsh. Then, a flash and everything is blood red. Swilling madness surrounding everything, and at the centre, a hulking mass that changed as I looked at it. As it seemed to stare at me, one name was forced, painfully, into my mind; Chaos. It stared at me, then with a voice of crushed rock and shattered glass. Then, red light, searing pain, then nothing, as His words echoed in my mind.
"You shall be the vessel of Destruction.
"You shall be my pawn."