I was normal, once.
That was before I died. Then came the whole getting revived and resurrected and joined by a what was practically a god, oh and before I learned that all that shit that goes bump in the night, the vampires and werewolves and ghosts and specters, yeah, all that shit is real. All of it, all the things that dozens of books and movies have been made about, and about a few hundred more that humanity collectively pushed from its memory, they were that horrible, the true horrors, I knew all of them, for they all lived in my domain.
But... more on that later. Right now were dealing with a rather wily necromancer, th
The cycle will continue." "Wait, what cycle?" Dyson asked "The cycle has repeated itself more times than you can fathom. Billions upon Billions of them, across the universe. Civilizations rise, evolve, advance, and at the apex of their glory, they fall. Sometimes fast, in an instant in a great ball of fire, or a meteor from the heavens, or an experiment gone wrong, and sometimes slow, their planet dying, or a plague slowly eradicating their species until only a few thousand remain, a small shadow of their former selves, with no hope of reclaiming their past. Any cycle that does not fall at their apex is invited to join us, to Ascend. It does
I was normal, once.
That was before I died. Then came the whole getting revived and resurrected and joined by a what was practically a god, oh and before I learned that all that shit that goes bump in the night, the vampires and werewolves and ghosts and specters, yeah, all that shit is real. All of it, all the things that dozens of books and movies have been made about, and about a few hundred more that humanity collectively pushed from its memory, they were that horrible, the true horrors, I knew all of them, for they all lived in my domain.
But... more on that later. Right now were dealing with a rather wily necromancer, th
The cycle will continue." "Wait, what cycle?" Dyson asked "The cycle has repeated itself more times than you can fathom. Billions upon Billions of them, across the universe. Civilizations rise, evolve, advance, and at the apex of their glory, they fall. Sometimes fast, in an instant in a great ball of fire, or a meteor from the heavens, or an experiment gone wrong, and sometimes slow, their planet dying, or a plague slowly eradicating their species until only a few thousand remain, a small shadow of their former selves, with no hope of reclaiming their past. Any cycle that does not fall at their apex is invited to join us, to Ascend. It does