When people pray they don't ever guess that someone else can be listening. That is what happened to me as I was drowning out at sea. As I began to sink beneath the waves, a voice spoke unto me. "Dost thou wish to live mortal? Dost thou seek to make a difference in the world of man?" The voice chilled me to the bone. It spoke of fear, of emptiness, of nothingness, of the chaos in us all. As my vision begins to go dark, I nod. "Very well. You will be my general upon the mortal plane of existence. Fear not thier sticks and stones as Death itself cannot be slain. I dub the Emperor of Madness. Go! Enslave the universe you are so fond of. When the time is right, the doors of the multiverse will be thrown open and you will lead my armies to victory. Then the gods themselves will weep in fear as I end them for eternity."
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The Emperor of Madness
FantasyMy favorite creation. This is basically just a bunch of short stories thrown together. It jumps around quite a bit in the timeline, if there is such a thing. As I find or create more stories, I will add them as new parts.
