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Prologue

He knew she was dead the moment he held her in his arms. He could smell death and was not used to smelling it on the only person he would grieve for. He didn't have to ask her is she was with him, he knew the answer. When had Riddick ever thought about closure? Her closure. He could have asked her anything, but it was his decision to ask Kyra about being with him that reinforced the type of relationship between the convicted murderer and his only friend. "Always," she said with her last dying breath. When had that word meant more to Riddick in the past. "Always" indicated that her faith in him never wavered. Never. It was this realization that Riddick allowed the bond between the girl he knew on the planet, to die, and be replaced by the woman she had grown up to be – Kyra. His unequivocal best friend.

Part of him died that day, the day he held his best friend dead in his arms. Sitting on the throne, with one hand covering part of his face, he grieved. Never let people get too close. Six little words Riddick lived by and continued to live by, until the day he met Jack. His Jack. Her. They didn't listen to him. Imam. Jack. But Jack died a long time ago, and grew up to be Kyra. So now Kyra's dead, he thought. Riddick's heart was heavy, indicating that he was human after all. His heart may have been heavy, but it was not broken. He knew what had to be done.

Fully fighting the Necro culture, but willing to use it to his advantage, Riddick decided to perform one of the lesser known Lord Marshal perks. This 'perk' required a lot of blood, human blood, but Riddick had lots of that swarming within him. As he picked up his shiv he hoped (a fickle human emotion that Riddick never had to rely on before), that the outcome on the ship would be different. With no emotion, as was his usual outward facial expression, he ran the shiv over the lower parth of his left arm, splitting the flesh apart and allowing the blood to pour freely. No Necro's dared to stop him. You keep what you kill, as was the Necro way. Perhaps they believed the end result would allow for a Necro on the throne instead of a non-believer. Perhaps they were still in shock that a non-believer had the power to end the life of the previous Lord Marshal. Either way, none of them interfered.

Riddick watched as the blood seeped out of his arm and poured onto the throne. Something's happening, the animal in him thought. Riddick felt that he was being ripped in two. He looked around. Time had stopped. There was no balance to time. No need for elementals to keep the balance of time, for time was stable. It always went forward and never backward. Always. Faith forced one to believe that the past could never be changed, that time could never be altered, and that one could never erase past mistakes. Riddick knew better. He had felt a sort of transference of knowledge the moment he killed the previous Lord Marshal, and now, entailing such knowledge, he knew that he could go back in time to change events. One chance to undo it all, he thought.

It was never a question of whether he should go back in time to save Her, as much as it was a question of how to save Her. His Kyra. The animal side had taken over by then, and Riddick knew that the result would be the same in some circumstances. He would be Lord Marshal, but this time Kyra would live.

Riddick's blood, and status as Lord Marshal, set in motion the power to restore Kyra's existence by altering the way time unfolded. Riddick caused time to stop. He made it come to a direct halt, and forced it to go back just far enough to change his desired outcome. Riddick waited for the most opportune moment to rejoin his past body, in order to make the present and past meet. So he waited. He could feel the animal inside growl to be let loose, and he obliged.

Kyra stuck the lance into the back of the previous Lord Marshal, and just when he would turn around and shove her, causing her to become impaled, Riddick leaned forward and grabbed the Lord Marshal's hand. Standing, Riddick used his left hand to break the lance, that had almost impaled him, in half. Using the weapon against the previous Lord Marshal, Riddick raised it above the Lord Marshal's head and proceed to drive it through his skull while Kyra held him in place with her lance. It was over, again. Riddick had killed the Lord Marshal.

Dame Vakko would have none of this, and would again manipulate the situation to fulfill her need for power. She turned to her husband and whispered in his ear. Encouraged by his wife, Vakko jumped down from the second floor and proceed to swing his weapon of choice in Riddick's direction. Riddick waited. He could feel the animal inside telling him to wait and he trusted his instinct. He would not be disappointed.

It was Kyra, who all except Riddick had underestimated, that killed Vakko. Her eyes were glazed over with rage and the thirst to kill. Kyra stepped in front of Riddick and speared Vakko between the eyes, killing him instantly. She turned to Riddick.

"Riddick." One word that told him everything. Kyra was angry, and spent. She had killed the man she thought had taken Riddick from her forever, and now, she allowed all momentum and energy to subside.

Riddick only nodded.

Riddick did what had to be done. He still became the new Lord Marshal, and as such, had supreme power over the Necromonger race. He ordered them to go to their Underverse. They were afraid, but had to oblige. He ordered them to end their cleansing rituals, leave the universe alone, and never come back. They had to oblige, but would never understand. He ordered them to reverse the cleansing on Kyra. They obliged, but would forever hate him for taking one of their own. Lastly, he ordered them to ready a ship for Kyra and his immediate take off. They obliged without the slightest hesitation.