There was once a series of electrical pulses, a possibility that corresponded to a specific thought pattern that seemed to traverse most species across the many dimensions of the distant shores. It started before reality as we know it began, in a time when the Nightmare Lords acted as hosts and caregivers over the Ancient Evils.
There was a balanced cycle of actions of the Ancient Evils and their Nightmare Lords, who cared for their needs in exchange for feeding off the darkest thoughts of their passengers.
The Nightmare Lords became powerful, and some became haughty. One of these was Dako’tha, whose passenger was the Lesser evil who first codified and began to feed off this specific series of electrical pulses. It realized that as the Nightmare Lords of different Ancient Evils fought over territory, energy and mater, it could introduce chaotic elements that would drive the different orders into war.
Now called Warmonger this lesser evil drew thousands of Nightmare Lords to its worship. Its darkest thoughts were particularly potent, and the fears it could emanate were like seductive drugs to the Nightmare Lords who joined in this evil service. Through their worship first it became a Greater fiend and finally an equal in power to the four Ancient Evils, who were greater than all lesser evils and fiends.
But these were in the days before our dimension spread from the first possibility, and once our dimension was underway, and our timeline secure in its reality, the Nightmare Lords were all hunted down in various wars. Thought most Nightmare Lords still loved the Ancient Evils, only Dako’tha survived. His name was spelled different ways by different groups, and his true name may have even been lost to time. But his ship had been destroyed above the planet Der’al, known as Refuge to the Children of the Falosini and the Earthers.
His ship had been scattered across the planet, and later its largest wreak would draw the Children of the Falosini to build their Falling Star Homeforge. Smaller sections of the Nightmare Lord vessel, massive in its size, were scattered across the planet’s surface as it broke up.
One of these pierced the sea south of Vima, carving an island out of a penninsula. This site would become the laboratory of the Vulite Production Facilities on Refuge during the K’ias Wars. Holys of the line of Vul was placed in charge of the production facility, and he faithfully served. The multitudes of Warmonger’s Dead and K’ias Warwalkers produced at this facility were some of the finest quality in the war.
When the Shattered Horn Wartribe destroyed the nearby City of the Sea Kings, Holys’ factory became a tomb factory. Down in its depths, where the darkest of warmonger’s influence remained he was trapped. Pierced and held down. In constant agony. Awaiting his freedom, awaiting his vengeance.
Is it any surprise that such a font of negative energies would draw an old soul from across the Galaxy?
The being was known as The Usurper. Little more than demonic energy patterns, this single entity had caused the entire K’ias Wars by bringing about the possession of Emperor Mar’un’ga by the Warmonger.
In the Quall Civil War of 2219, the Twins Ardana and Andara HiveQueen were set upon each other by the Usurper.
And here he sat inbetween these two events, on Refuge, watching the Coherent Light Displays as they showed the approaching forces. Stealth meant little to the lifeform scanners developed by the K’ias as part of their defensive structures. If it was living and approaching, no amount of stealth would keep it safe.
So much had been of the systems functionality had been restored. At first when the strange Dead Captain Castiel had come offering a true Sylvan command crystal and saboteurs, the Usurper thought him a bad liar. Then the Lur Union Fightercraft, the UtR Destroyer and the Rhug’na’ru biplanes had killed off the Usurper’s Anti Aircraft enhanced Dead, leaving him to rely on only magi cannons which were being deflected by the enemy shields. He gave in and in desperation, let Captain Castiel attach the command crystal.
Now instead the Usurper was ready for a full airborne assault. The coherent light displays were so intiuitive. On his next trip to the past he would have to thank the Sylvan for their wonderous technology. It really did make waging war more efficient.
His sensor console was going wild, it seemed the tidal waves striking the south side of the island was weakening the walls there. War always had so many interesting variables, and as each of his enemies unleashed their variables on him, he would counter. The shields erected across the advancing armada would prevent his own Dead soldier’s magi cannons from piercing the vessels. And the sylvan command crystal allowed him to activate a beautiful solution. The Usurper suspected he needed to offer Unit 7756 and their Captain a job.
His fingers tapped across symbols of ancient long lost language. Finally it settled on the activation key. The Usurper took a moment to relish the thought of the long dormant weapon he would be unleashing on his enemies. Praise be to Warmonger, he said with glee.
Deep in the depths of the factory, walls shifted, and moved to allow the large weapons assembly to slide into place. Ancient sacrophagi held prepared corpses of Falosini, Sylvan, Aegelis, and Llanderu, each mounted to strong bindings, and pierced from behind by a brain leech nightmare.
The weapon assembly, extended from the Tomb Factory like a tower, opening like an umbrella with a different animated dead planar knight on its spokes.
In one was a Falosini, his head and shoulders covered by a skull-like crude iron mask of seemingly poured iron, held in an eterenal scream. Its blue glowing eyes suddenly flickered on, and it began to scream the scream of the dead.