[b]Post-Slam[/b]

A being shrouded in darkness stands on a dead world, a wasteland of his own making. Once, he was imprisoned in a strange dimension, but the disaster called the Great Slam caused severe damage to several universes, including his prison. The severity of this event caused his jailor to become momentarily distracted and with the severe cracks in reality, an escape was easily possible for him. Traveling throughout space in the form of a great shadow, the foul specter found a pristine planet full of life, its civilization untainted by war for thousands of years and their world an envy for most others.

The merest gesture of will ended everything.

Their monuments toppled, their oceans dried away, their lands barren, and the inhabitants themselves reduced to ashes as the great darkness consumed all in his gluttony. Using the life of an entire planet, he made himself into more than a mere ghost. Once more, he is alive. His eyes gaze at the stars above, and knows that one day, all of it will be his.