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The pale king sat down on his throne. Huffing and wheezing in pain as the sounds of ongoing fighting and screams of terror echoed outside his well secured throne room.
Time was quickly running out, and knew that he wont live long to see the aftermath of this ongoing assault. He always knew that the void will eventually fight back. Have its bloody revenge at him for abusing it for so many years. But he never would have never imagine for it to happen so swiftly, let alone with so much hate driven force.
The pale king groaned, pressing a hand against his side to help cover up a large gash he suffered to one of these void entities as he fled.
He sighed. “I really have outplayed myself now haven’t I. Failed in truly containing the infection for good and now on the verge of becoming the next victim of my own design. This is what I get...for...for having gone to far...ugh” The badly injured monarch groaned as his own royal blood was leaking onto the throne he was sitting on.
It seems that even the very fabrics of dreams cannot stop the void from enacting its hateful revenge to him. The large re-enforced doors that lead into his throne room already proving themselves futile as the claws and tendrils of the void where already trying to break through.
Stopping at nothing to get their cold and dark claws from reaching their adversary.
The Pale king knew that the end was only mere moments away.
Their was nothing he could do now but to accept his fate. He has already sacrificed to much of his own power to try and keep this invasion at by, to no avail.
The king lowered his head in defeat. His achievements and many mistakes flashing by his closed eyes as their in his own blood. His time was over, along with the remins of his beloved Hallownest.
All he can hope now, is for his last remaining child, his last, final chance of redemption, to fix the mistakes he has made and give Hallownest the piece it deserves.
But still, even if his last creation succeeds, where he failed, the Kingdom he spend all of his existence building up and shaping it into the beacon that it was meant to be will forever lay in ruins with him and his council gone.
Unless...
The king paused for a moment. The perils of his situation momentarily forgotten as a thought entered his mind.
“What if...what if I can use the remains of power to send a piece of my soul to find someone or something to take my mantle? A being of equal level or even higher then I am. With the wisdom and know how to rule a kingdom. A being from beyond our world. A world filled with beings as large if not larger then Wyrm’s. A world I have only ever seen in dreams and fleeting visions. A place like that must be full of powerful and wise beings for creatures to exist at such size. It hast to be the perfect place to send a piece of my soul too. What do I have to lose at this point?” The King thought to himself.
With very little option, or time, the king quickly began to gather what little power he had left to sever a small piece of his own soul to both act as a beacon and a messengers for his last desperate wish.
It was also at that point when the doors to the throne room finally burst open. Giving way to the wall of darkness beyond it. The invisible eyes of the void scanning the area of their long awaited prize. Collective minds of the void sneered in hatred as they gaze finally fell on the Pale king in front of them. Taking a few moment to think of all the horrible things it want to do to this...usurper before finally allowing its deep primal desires to carry it forward.
“PAAAAAALE KIIIIIIIIIIING!” The collective minds of the void screamed as its claws and tendrils shot forward.
“Yes...it is done...go...go my little soul...find one worthy to take up my mantle and save Hallownest from its final demise...you will succeed...you have to...” The king tried to think before his thoughts where cut short by the aforementioned tendrils grabbing him.
His eyes immediately shot open as a wall of black mass greeted his old eyes.
His heart was filled with fear...but strangely enough, also with a sense of calmness as he accepted his fate. Their wasn’t even time for him to even flinch when the aforementioned tendrils pierced through his eye socket. Robbing the age old king of his light and swallowing both his remaining soul and being into the never ending darkness of the void.
The Pale king offered himself one final goodbye to both of his remaining children before his time on this world ends. Unbeknownst to him though, the void did noticed the his attempts of sending a small piece of his soul to seek out another that was just like him.
A plan which didn’t sat well with the still hate driven void as he send a small piece of its own being to merge with the feeling shard of the now diseased king.
“You will not...we will not allow for another one of your kind to take residence within these lands and misuse us once more. No...we will instead seek someone who can be one of us. One who will honor us for what we are. The source of all creation, the darkness before the light. A champion. One who can withstand the knowledge we have without loosing their minds to the very concept and origins of reality. To bring us back to the glory days of the past. The Civilization’s that worshiped us, for the dark halls of creations that we are.” The collective voice of the void declared, as the tiny black soul finally made its way to the aethers. To do what it was meant to do. To seek out a worthy vessel for the void.
This was the end of a new beginning. For better, or for worse.
(On a world filled with hairless apes)
“MY FUCKING NEIGHBOR STOLE MY CHEESE!”
Probably for the worse.