It had been well over fifteen long years since Prince Hans was sentenced to imprisonment for treason against the kingdom of Arendelle by his own brothers. His time confined by his brothers had been anything but merciful; grueling labor had become his routine, and the years had left their mark on him. A scruffy beard now adorned his face, and his hair had grown wild and unkempt, cascading past his shoulders like a dark curtain.
One dreary afternoon, as he rested in the cold confines of his cell, a peculiar dream swept over him, its grip so strong that it felt more like a vision than mere fantasy. In this surreal landscape, he found himself drawn to a figure seated upon a throne shrouded in oppressive darkness as if the shadows themselves were alive and binding him in place. The man exuded an eerie majesty, his long, flowing white hair fluttering gently despite the stillness around him, and his piercing gaze seemed to pierce through the void, compelling Hans to wonder about the connection that tied their fates together.
"I am Knull," the man said in Hans' dream. "God of the Void. Slicer of worlds. Long ago, when Light invaded my Kingdom of Darkness, I was berated and imprisoned here. And now, only the perfect harmony between a host and one of my children, one of my Symbiotes, can free me. It is the key to my freedom and will unlock this prison. I order you to find me and free me from my imprisonment. Release me... and you shall be rewarded. I escape, I will grant you your deepest desires." He then raised his face, revealing scars, a disoriented expression, and teeth sharper than blades, and long flowing white hair. "And everything will burn!"
Hans jolted awake, his heart racing as the remnants of a haunting dream slipped from his grasp. Confusion clouded his mind, but an unmistakable surge of energy coursed through him—something he hadn't experienced in years. To his astonishment, he felt the familiar, liquid sensation of the Symbiote he once wielded, a dark force he had believed to be long destroyed, slithering back to life around him. It was a living shadow, undulating and reshaping with a sinister grace, revealing that it had merely lain dormant within him, biding its time, waiting to regain its strength. Now, it was back—more powerful and intoxicating than ever, entwining itself around him like a second skin.
"Let's find this Knull guy, shall we?" Hans told the Symbiote, wanting to exact his revenge on the likes of Peter Parker, Elsa Oldenburg, and of course Anna Oldenburg. "They will all pay!"
Coming soon...
The Convergence