Null and Void

Prolouge

Some things aren't meant to happen, some things are.

Fate is tricky like that. So easy to bend, to break, to form to your will.

But there was one thing designed to be solid, to stay in place. The bedrock was there for a reason.

The void wasn't ever supposed to see light again.

The moment the barrier was broken, the voices returned. They chanted their cries, their screams, bringing agony and pain with them. Xisuma's voices. Terrors of the void, sirens in their own right.

Xisuma fought them off like he had done before, but slowly... oh, so slowly... he gave in.

It happened without warning. A switch was just turned off in his mind, the barricade falling, his will shattering like crystal on stone. And before he could blink, his mind was a blur, the voices feeding him their desires, their wishes and commands.

And Xisuma loved it.