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It’s strange. How vastly things can change based off one singular choice. One choice that seems irrelevant in the moment, but is the ultimate decider between life and death. Fate works in mysterious ways. Unknown to everyone in the universe.
Apart from one man, who sees time and fate flow endlessly before his eyes. He knew the way things had to happen. He knew what would be best for the entire universe, as if the fate of everything in existence weighed upon his shoulders. No one understood his reasoning. No one could understand what was going on in his mind, not even his closest accomplices, not even the ones he trusted to go out and spread his agenda of how the universe had to play out. He wanted everything to go the exact way he wanted it to, giving himself the best outcome in every scenario, even if the goodness came later. He’s weird and wonderful in his ways, his twisted ideologies making no sense to whoever was privileged enough to be able to converse with him. But his ideas often let the universe live on.
Tayzzyronth was able to be subdued by Qlipoth, all because of this man. Only this man knows where Oroboros disappeared to after Tayzzyronth’s imprisonment. This man is silently assisting forces around the universe to keep Nanook and THEIR Lord Ravengers at bay.
Which makes you wonder. He gives so much to the universe. He assists Terminus in reaching the end of the universe, but simultaneously lets the countless people within the countless star systems live a good life, building societies that would rise and fall. So, why would he possibly let such a thing happen? Why would he let the universe meet a premature end? The only people in the universe with the answer to that question, is the man himself, and Terminus, in the far corner of the universe, grateful for the man’s work towards the ultimate end to everything in existence.