Prologue: A Respected Man
It was a dark and stormy night.
A man was sitting in a abandoned tower. He was a tall man, with long, black dreadlocks and black eyes. Yeah. Kind of creepy looking. But that didn't matter. What mattered was his reputation. He was considered a good man. A bit intense, but kind.
And that's exactly what he wanted.
No one would suspect him of crimes. No one would ever think he would go as far as destroy the universe itself.
No. Never.
He heard a knock on the door. And smiled.
"Come in!" the man shouted.
A figure stepped through the door.
"Ay boss! I got the stuff you was asking for!"
"Bring it to me. Or else you'll get the whip again…"
The figure ran through the door as fast as it could. The man smiled again, and stood up.
He walked over to an broken window. He looked up at the dark sky and quietly said,
"Sylvia".
As soon as the name was out of his mouth, lightning struck the grass below the tower.
The man smiled again, this time forced.
He walked over to his chair, and sat back down.