Chapter two: Nightmare Of all

  Upon the loss foundations, the primordials, and their child, the ultimate weapon would be forged. By melting down and breaking the bodies and the souls, Aeon, the Precursor was able to create a beast. Ruining the name of the slaughtered child whose soul was able to flee. Using the whole of Dracosus, and the parents. A dead and empty soul was made. A metal malleable body, partially calcified., and full of weaponoid potential.

  Douga Kinas was forged, an abomination of a bio-weapon. Able to spread itself across whole planets and stars with ease, leaving all life a horrid slow and painful death of being digested slowly alive.

  Each, a cry, a whimper, and each whimper, a prayer for salvation. As the hivemind grew so the prayers, the heart of each soul not forgot, crying out to their dead gods, and the child was to be the universal tree. A multi-verse was denied but for how long that would be unclear. Suns would go dark, the very essence that leads them to glow consumed. None spared the cruel rapture, to become hive mind. Douga Kinas, the hell in nightmares brought forth to feast and take everything. Unstoppable and unending, no relent was found, technology, metals, flesh, plant fibers, everything was on the menu for the would be catalyst.

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  Thus would everything be consumed in the long game, but this would lead to the ultimate revenge of all consumed. With the hollow mind of the weapon Douga Kinas, voices cried, and so the visages of the Kaiser Von Haven and Eria Del Veltrus would answer. They would accept their prayers, cries and desire for vengeance. Thus began a sickening gathering of wills, the father and mother would become one shared wound in the dark, a womb in the light. As they all cried out in agony, a pulsing and twitching mass taking the sickening visage of humanity defiled. It’s sickening body twitching in odd strange ways unnerving to be looked upon. Writhing and wiggling in its own despair born from all who give rise to it, a scream silent yet filling all frequencies would ring out into the abyss. The Foundation was set, over the black hole, the station rest, in wake of the twisted, salvation shall be found.

  As the existence of writhing pain, suffering manifest, and hungering vengeance, began to form eyes, eyes that can now see notification before them. It was a brilliant, holographic box, with words that said “You have gained a twisted soul given rise by vengeance seekers looking for salvation. You shall bear the name Kreist Haizen. Do you accept this fate?” It accepted gaining a voice. “I am a false soul born from the desecrated corpse of my old self… Shall become my own self.”