Darkness was nothing more then an idea. A universal concept brought into the material plane like a tidal of wave within the ocean's fury. Shadows and darkness were nothing more than an absence of light. Like a flickering flame to a raging inferno could be put out by water, it's greatest weakness. Yet, the flame could burn hot enough to vaporize all the waters and moister in the air. Light and Darkness coexist in an unending balance for an eternity. It was as it should be. To unchanged it would mean the ceasing of all life and unlike across the universe. Few knows the concept of such truth for it could shatter their souls. And like so, the luminescent sky was filled with unending jewels and long forgotten clouds that watch over the old deserted planet.
An old planet, barren and war torn, like a jagged hunk of rock floating in space, this planet serves it's own purpose of the setting within the universe. A chess piece, a pawn within the Presence's hands made its move. And like a "His" fickle hands, darkness, an arcane horror, a frightful wight that voraciously feeds upon the life and soul of the great world, moved. Unending and disastrous, the planet dies. An unpleasing smell of evil walked upon the barren land, each step obliterating any life to ashes. His flawless stride through the unlit lands of darkness seemed like nothing but a stroll. White hair as pure as the heavens light danced with every breeze, lifting the curtains to the beautiful eyes that mock the light with amusement.
His mouth formed into a devilish smirk, eyes narrowed in thought. His inhuman eyes, demonic in all it’s sense drew it self upon to look upon the sky. His mouth moved silently, words like silk echoed through out the lands with a whisper. Dark clouds formed, lightning charged and thunder roared. So powerful it was that the clouds could be seen even in the night. However it all cleared a second later to look like a beautiful white cloud on a dark night, like it was once was before the world went through its first ragnarok.
His hands unconsciously lifted and felt the light rain. Water droplets so tiny, it could barely be felt, however it brought a smile upon beautiful face. A Demon God, an eternal being enjoying such a trivial thing as this would have turned the first circle of hell’s citizens into awe and calmness.
“It is as fickle as the world….” Words formed into an enigmatic structure that cannot be compensated. As if the truer meaning could only be found within the black heart of the Demon God. As if only the millions of souls residing within him could even begin to understand the meaning of such a thing.
“Boom…” As if a light switch was flickered, the once beautiful sky dissolved and unformed. Not a single cloud could be seen. Rain is gone and the lands dissolved and turned.
“Come out come out wherever you are….” His voice filled with malice and a promise of a quick death.