You snap your fingers and a portal opens up to the furthest reaches of your imagination. A large multi-verse opens up before you. You enter it and watch as your creation comes into being. A world where every species which ever existed is at war with one another.

You watch as your hand reaches forward to create another reality. A world where humanity never evolved, instead remaining as an underground culture until the present day. You watch as your hand disappears and gives birth to humanity. You sit back and wait as the new humanoids appear.

An hour later you have two hundred new humanoids, all ready to kill each other for you. After another two hours you begin to run out of creatable multiverses. You continue to watch as more and more creations appear, all ready to be put into action but you're starting to feel tired. You didn't expect this process would take so much energy, however you're not going to stop now. The more multiverses you create, the more potential soldiers you have. Eventually you begin to feel a little better.

The next morning you wake up and prepare your army for battle. After a quick breakfast with your servants, you go to find your army. The first and most obvious place to look would be the training grounds, however you know that they would all be dead by now. By using a little imagination you can see a faint blue line leading from your castle to the training grounds. It seems that they were all killed by a single gunshot wound to the back of the head. A bullet penetration of this type would be incredibly rare, and almost unthinkable for a soldier from any major civilization in any one of your created realities.

Still, as you know your creations, he could easily sneak in there and create his own multiverses while you slept. If he did that, you wouldn't be able to track him down, since by the time you woke up, he would have created an infinite amount of realities.

You begin to smile as you realize your next course of action.

You go to where you keep your dagger, a gift from one of your conquests. You grab the dagger and return to your chamber where you spent last night. You stare at the portal for a few minutes, searching for the expected lines of energy but see nothing. You grow impatient and decide to just jump in, you'll be able to easily track him down if he's in there somewhere. With a confident leap, you quickly fall through the portal.

You find yourself in the middle of an empty training ground. You're not sure how many people it takes to properly train a battalion of soldiers, but you're guessing that there isn't very many. The entire place gives off an aura of loneliness and desolation. You begin to walk around, looking for any traces of your enemy, but soon you realize that's going to be impossible.

"You're new, right?" You hear a voice whisper. You turn around and see a pale man, dressed in black clothing and wearing a black hooded cloak. His face is completely featureless.

"Who are you?" You ask.

"Nobody of importance," He says, catching you off guard. His voice still gives off that creepy sensation, like you've known him all your life. "I'm just a humble servant of the God-Emperor."

"God-Emperor?"

"Yes. He's not actually here, but you're more than welcome to look around if you'd like."

You're not quite sure what to do in this situation, so you just do what he says. You start looking around for anything out of the ordinary, but you find nothing. You try to speak, but you get no response. He's either refusing to talk or he's so creepy you can't bring yourself to continue the conversation.

"Have you come to destroy my home too, brother?" The man finally asks in response to your silence.

"What?" You ask, bewildered, having forgotten the man was even there.

"The God-Emperor has noticed you here. He knows that you wish to destroy His only sanctuary on Terra. He awaits your answer."

"What is it going to be like where you're going?" He asks, almost whimsically.

"Is there a difference?" You ask in return, beginning to get irritated.

"Of course. One leads to eternal oblivion, the other to light and glory."

"I don't know." You reply with a sigh.

"The God-Emperor has offered you knowledge. Wisdom. Power."

"I can't chose, can I?"

The man shakes his head. "No. You are a slave. But you are not a slave to fate."

Surprised, you ask "What does that mean?"

"The God-Emperor created you. He knows your fate."

"What's that got to do with me?"

The man smiles at you, a horrific expression that sends chills up your spine. "You have a choice. You can let this man rule your destiny, or you can take the power to write your own."

"I'm not following..."

The man snaps his fingers. "My poor servant is not up on current events. Here. I will give you a history lesson." He steps towards you and, in an instant, your skin begins to burn as he touches you. "You are a citizen of the Imperium of Man. Did you not know? Especially with you skin colour."

You try to pull away, but you're held fast by some sort of supernatural force. The man's face is now mere inches from your own as his pupils Contract to thin slits and his irises turn crimson.

"Know your place, mutinous scum. You're a citizen. Know your place." He hisses.

Suddenly, the man disappears and you're released from your prison. You grab your head as you fall to the ground. You let out a pitiful moan, hoping to God that nobody hears it. Scrabbling on the ground, you try to get away from the ruins as quickly as you can.

"Stop." You hear a voice shout. "What are you doing here? Detention?"

You look up to see a tall, thin man with fair skin. His black hair is slicked back, revealing a pair of black eyes. He's wearing browns robes, a typical teacher at the academy.

"Help... me..." You plead, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. He kneels down and grabs you by the hand, helping you to your feet.

"Follow me." He says in a sympathetic tone.

You follow the man through the halls, as you try to stop crying. You notice other teachers giving you disapproving looks, but you don't care. You only care about getting out of this place.

"Please..." You start, needing to explain how you got here. "I was walking home after school and... and I fell asleep at a playground..."

"You fell asleep?" The man asks, confused. "Were you on medications? Were you taking part in a class?"

You shake your head, sighing softly. "It's a long story."

"I have time."

You decide to describe the events that happened when you were taken. About your captivity, and the man who called himself the Ghoul King.

"That took balls." The man says, stroking his chin. "Do you know what can happen to someone with your...impulsiveness? Things get a lot more dangerous than detention, my boy."

You shrug. "I didn't care." You say simply.

"Good." The man smiles. "That's the spirit."

A teacher's voice calls from the PA, telling you to come with her immediately. The man gives you a nod.

"I have to go. Remember to be safe."

"Will I see you again?" You ask hopefully. He smiles.

"I'll try my best." He replies, before turning and walking away.

You arrive at a large office filled with several people. Your mouth drops open as you recognise the person sitting in the corner.

"Mom?" You call in surprise. Her head turns to look at you, and she gets up from her chair to hug you.

"Oh, my baby! I'm so glad to see you! How are you, honey?"

"I'm fine." You say, hugging her back. "They took me to some place weird." You add in a lower voice.

She gives you a curious look. "Who took you? The police?"

You shake your head. "It was this guy." You point to the man in the corner, who looks at you with disgust.

"I found him sleeping next to some trash. He claimed to have taken me from the playground, but I didn't understand until later." You explain quickly.

"Hmm..." She says, still looking at the man. "I think... he could be useful. Did he hurt you, honey?"

"No, he didn't hurt me. He took me home afterwards."

She looks at you, as if thinking very hard. "I don't think I've seen him here before..."

A man in a white coat walks into the room. He looks at you, and at your mother. "Hello, Megan. I'm Dr Malcom. Thank you for coming here."

"Of course." Your mom replies. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't know." He says. "But I need to do a complete medical checkup on your son."

You look at each other, and you hop onto the table. "I'm not a baby anymore!" You remark.

"I still have to do a checkup, including a medical exam." Dr Malcolm says. "Now, cough."

You gulp nervously, before coughing. He takes a handful of tissue and wipes your chin. "Turn around, cough."

You do as he says, and feel embarrassed and scared. "Turn back around." He says, as if you're a pet.

Soon, it's over. He shakes his head. "Well, it would seem he's perfectly fine."

You frown in confusion. "Then why did you need to do that?"

He sighs heavily. "Just to be sure." He walks over to a cabinet, and pulls out a needle. "Come on, baby. Let's get you some medicine."

You look at your mother, who raises an eyebrow. "Some medicine?"

He smiles, and gives a small wink. "Don't worry. It'll make you feel good."

He gives you the injection, and you feel a strange sensation. As he puts the needle back in his cabinet, you say, "What's the point of all this?"

"To keep you alive and healthy, of course." He smiles. "Don't worry. You're in warm, safe and secure hands."

You frown, but switch off your brain. This "doctor" has you fooled. Something is definitely fishy.

Time passes. You spend your days at home, watching TV and playing with your friends. You don't see what's so adventurous about staying in a place where there's nothing to do. Sure, it's fun at first, but after a short while, you'd get kind of bored.

But still, it's better than going back to the institution. That's probably where they put all the kids that don't meet the required standards. It's a bit depressing, really.

One day, you're sitting in your room, watching TV. "Hey, Mark!" Your mom calls from the kitchen. "Come have dinner with us!"

You sigh, and get up. You sit next to her at the dinner table.

"How's school?"

"Good."

"Are you playing with any friends?"

"A few."

"Oh, really? Who?"

You shrug. "Just some kids, you know."

She shakes her head. "I don't know. Maybe you should try to make friends, you need all the support you can get."

You take a bite of your chicken nugget, and gulp down your soda. "I don't need friends." You put your chin in your hands. "Because I'm too cool for them."

"Hah! That's not true!" She laughs. "You're too kind for your own good. You're always thinking of others before yourself."

You drop your hands. "Yeah... I know."

"No, I don't think you do."

You furrow your eyebrows. "Then what do you think I'm thinking?"

She smiles. "I think you're thinking to yourself, 'How can I get out of this alive situation without getting caught?'"

You laugh out loud. "Wow, you really know me, Mom!" You stand up, shaking your head. "I gotta go."

"Okay, sweetie. Have fun at school."

You walk into your room, and hear a chuckle. You turn around to see a ghost. It's not surprising, considering this mansion is probably full of them.

The ghost is a young girl, with long, tangled hair and a pale, gaunt face.

You grab the girl, pulling her in for a kiss. She stands there, motionless, as you push your tongue in and around her mouth. You feel her tongue push back into your mouth, and grab it. You both enjoy this kiss for a while, before you pull away, panting.

"Who are you?" You sit down on the floor.

"Tiffany." She sits down, staring at you.

"How long have you been here?"

"Awhile. Why are you here?"

"To escape. But it's fun to meet new people in that time."

"Do you want to be caught?"

"No. What's it like out there?"

She shudders, and you reach out, grabbing her hand. You see her squeeze your hand, and smile. "You can feel it, can't you? The sadness and the emptiness. But that's okay, because we're together now."

She smiles, and grabs your head, pulling it close to hers. Her lips meet yours once more, this time more passionately than before.

"I'm glad I met you," she whispers into your ear.

It's dark. You don't know how long you've been asleep, or even what time it is. All you know is that you feel safe. That scares you more than anything else.

You hear an unsettling creaking, and your eyes flutter open. You see nothing but pitch darkness, and feel something wash over you. You scream, and hear yourself scream into nothingness. But, through your terror and panic, you feel your stomach growl. Then, you smell something... Sweet, pungent, and enchanting.

You smell the scent of blood, and you're up in a flash. "Tiffany?" You call out, standing up. You feel something hit you in the back, and fall forward. You attempt to stand once more, as you hear your stomach growl again. You reach out your arm, and feel the tables, chair, and other objects you left here. Nothing is there, and you're left standing in the pitch black darkness. Then, you hear it.

A growl, scratch, yelp, and the crashing of objects. It's getting closer. You stand perfectly still, and can hear your own heart beat. Then, it strikes you. You crawl forward, feeling a cool breeze at your knees. Then, you feel a weight on your stomach. You scream again, but this time it's closer. "Tiffany?" You whisper, feel something wet hit your ear.

You hear a pained yelp, before all is quiet. "Tiffany?" You stand up, and feel something jab you in the stomach. It hurts, and you double over, coughing. Whatever it was, it's gone now. You stand still as your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness. Then, you finally see her.

Tiffany lies on the floor in front of you, her eyes wide open and blood and guts leaking onto the ground. You let out a blood-curdling scream, which is then met by the sound of your own voice. You wait for something to come, but it never does. The darkness is complete.

You look down at your girlfriend, who is lying on the ground. She's pale, and her eyes are wide open. You run your hands across her body, hoping to feel a breathe of air. You find none.

You stand up, and hear a noise. It's coming from the kitchen. You try not to make any noise, and slowly head towards the kitchen. You stop in the doorway, staring into the darkness. You spot something, and move closer.

A tall, pale figure stands there, it's arms outstretched as if to block the door. It's skin is paper-thin, and seems nearly translucent. It's eyes are completely black, as are it's teeth. It looks to be about your height, but it's much thinner.

You step back, and it seems to look right at you. Then, you hear a thumping noise. You look over, and spot the weight lying on the floor. A look of horror takes over your face, and you sprint out of the room. You run back to the living room, and spot a hat lying on one of the seats. You rush over, pick it up, and head back to the kitchen.

You step back, and the creature seems to have gone back to the way it was. As if it wasn't there at all. You put on the hat, and head back out to the garage. You grab the rope from the tool rack, and head back inside. You walk to where the creature was, and once more towards where you saw it standing.

As you get closer, the creature steps back, almost as if it's afraid of you. You step back, then forth, trying to catch its movement. It never takes its eyes off of you, as if it's daring you to try and approach it. You step back towards the doorway, but before you can make it out, the creature is already in front of you. It gently bats your hand holding the rope out of your grip.

You scream in frustration, and it seems to listen. You slowly approach the creature, reaching out your hand. It bats your hand away again, and you scream. You don't know how many times you scream, as the creature laughs and taunts you. In the end, it beats you to death with a baseball bat.

You stare at the fabric of reality, and see ripples beginning to grow. "I can do this," you mutter to yourself, before concentrating on the area in front of you. The fabric ripples a final time, and then your reality is broken into.

In front of you is a patch of rotten ground, and in the middle lies a rotting corpse. It's skin has decayed completely, leaving nothing but bones and sinewy muscles that seem to move of their own accord. You stare at it in horror, as maggots crawl all over its desecrated body.

"Hello."

You turn your head, to see a man sitting on a dead tree stump in front of you. His long black hair Falls past his shoulders, and his deep green eyes hold a knowing gaze.

"Hello," he replies, smiling at you. "I am Morri."

"You... You killed my family."

His face darkens. "I did. I'm sorry about that. Things were different back then, and families had fewer restrictions on who they interacted with."

You stand up slowly, staring at this man. He's two heads taller than you, but other than that, you might as well be equal. He's not scared of you, so you're not scared of him. You just wait, watching as he seems to ponder his next move.

"My village has been destroyed, and I am all that remains. If you want to have a long and prosperous life, you will join me."

You stare at him, still finding it hard to believe that he was the one who killed your entire family. "Why should I trust you?"

He shrugs, the smile never leaving his face. "You don't trust anyone, do you?"

"Not usually."

He drops to one knee. "Please, you must trust me. I don't want to be here. I want to go home."

Fear grips at your heart, and you start backing away. He stands slowly, and begins walking towards you. "I won't hurt you. I want to go home."

You run. He doesn't follow. When you reach the end of your gravel driveway, you look back. He's nowhere to be seen. Gripped with panic, you run into the trees. You look back, but he's gone. You walk through the forest, trying to calm yourself. After half an hour of searching, you sigh with relief. He's not here. You're safe. You turn towards your home, walking back towards it.

A strange man is sitting on the edge of your porch. He smiles at you.