In a reality molded by dark-matter, a dimension raised from nothing, fueled by the souls of living beings--and the hearts of their respective seven Universes, has been created.
*The 7 Universal cores, at the command of an accursed fist, fire lasers--using their own energy to form a colossal planetary base.*
Time and light bend across this glorified ritual altar, as the very fabric of existence shakes and moves on its celestial whim. There it float, the Accursed One flexing his arm, bestowing upon the planet a gravitational field to his own design.
The Accursed One, in his malice-filled splendor, lands upon the newly formed celestial body. He stretches out his hand, mist floating around it, and he cackles, before forming a massive altar on the northernmost side of the planet. He orders his Dark-Eques to begin construction of lasers to siphon the remaining energy from the 7 cores.
At eternity's edge, the being laughs and cackles, but then suddenly stops--like a puppet no longer being motioned. It floats up, its head hanging low with no movement, before the head raises up--as though it was possessed.
The metallic face of the Accursed One, Rex, is overcome by a power much stronger. The face, for a split-second, appears in front of Rex's--a face of a being soon to return to its home and acquire the revenge its so wanted. The creature stares out at this Universe, with only one goal--destroy Reality.
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