The Void, the place beyond all worlds, real or dream-made, where time does not exist, light has always been absent, and where life as we know it was never cradled. It used to be nothing but a dark and empty space. Used to. Seething with unspeakable rage and malice, a lone spirit now lurks between the borders of all existing worlds, locked out for all eternity, unable to gain entry into any one of them.
How it came to be there and how long ago, no one knows. Even less is known of what it is and what it wants. It can only be assumed that it is nothing good. Those very few souls that have had the great misfortune of sensing its presence from whichever world they dwelled in, ended up losing their minds and turning into vegetables. All, but one. He never knew if it was luck or something else that spared him from that same fate, but he was thankful that he was allowed to live and tell the tale, if only just once.
He spoke of a frightening presence weighing hard down his entire being, pushing with all its might to get inside his mind, while his body ached, like it was being crushed under the weight of a mountain. He spoke of his own lust and greed of things and people manifesting a thousand times stronger than he had ever felt them. He spoke of anger and wrath wanting to explode and erupt like a lava breathing volcano that purges with fire everything in its path. He spoke of an evil so powerful and so terrifying, that no man could survive it and no world could contain it. He spoke of this only once, and then he spoke of it no more.
He went on to live his life, thankful for each day of grace, and that the spirit was locked away in The Void forever. But he never forgot.
Chapter 1
The Other World