[quote=thewizardguy]
Throughout the history of life, it has been commonly believed that concepts are the result of intelligent thought. That the mind conjures up thoughts and ideas, and that those then influence the world. Perhaps, to an extent, this delusion is true. Certainly true enough for the belief to be a justifiable ignorance. But there exists a different kind of concept, a different kind of idea. There is a reason that some concepts are multiversal, occuring to every form of intelligent life capable of hosting it. Those concepts that CHOOSE to be thought, that are imperative in the mind of those that thought them. Elements of base creation integral to the creation of the sentient mind, necessary for the formation of thinking life in the multiverse.One such concept, is destruction. End. Death. The doom of all things, whether through time or force, all things will be reduced to nothingness. The power of murder, the mutilated corpses of those that came before, torn apart by atrophy. There is no singular concept in the Multiverse more powerful or binding than the idea of annihilation, the knowledge that all things are brought to an end.There are, of course, those that discover these truths. Those that have already pierced the Fabric of Reality, and wandered the Multiverse. Those that have learned from the most ancient of beings, and struck dark deals, and explored the very corners of Existence. And they have learned that this concept has a face, that annihilation lives in many forms. For there are those who devote their lives to it, who devote themselves in every way to this concept of annihilation. And sometimes, they are able to become it's champion, it's host, a being of destruction so pure it trancends all other meaning.One such champion, is Genocide.It is a fitting name for one who seeks the end of all life. Perhaps not entirely correct, but by the time he had discovered the existence of more races worth saving, the name had become familiar. It was who he was, in the most literal sense, to those whom's planets he came across. The complete and utter destruction of every sentient species, the annihilation of every 'soul'. he strode across the universe, ending countless civilisations, facing thousands of champions, fighting great battles with ancient beings. A few times, he had been defeated, but never permanently. He was more than a God, greater than a Titan. He was an Avatar of Annihilation, a mere vessel for a concept that had existed since the birth of Creation itself. He channeled the power of a Primal, even if only a fraction.But no matter how many fell before him, no matter how many worlds were obliterated, there was always more. The Multiverse was practically limitless, in equilibrium so vast that his crusade of destruction was but the footsteps of an ant upon a scale of universes. He fought on, and destroyed, and yet it became clear that while his goal was infinite, he was not, and there was nothing he could do to truly destroy the equilibrium. Always, there would be a balancing force of Creation, somewhere in the universe, off-setting his actions, compensating for it. New life was born, civilisations were founded, gods formed from the base components of thought and magic. In the end, all he was doing was playing his part, walking a cycle of balance.And so, came Genocide's greatest idea. The greatest conquest, his greatest act of Truth.He would destroy the Cycle itself. He was Annihilation, was he not? There must be an end to all things, there must be death where there is life. If Creation sought to Create a balance, then was it not Destruction's task to destroy that as well? The one thing that had attempted to bind even the concept of Destruction itself, the oen being that could be said to be more powerful than any other Concept.... Balance. He would crush it beneath his heels, and he would watch all of Existence burn. No other servant had ever granted such a gift to his Master. It was the perfect form of End.The champions of Omega gathered, in the Plane of destruction. Around Genocide stood his companions, those who had devoted their existences to the persuit of destruction, the end of all things. At the center of a Black Holethey conferred, their power bound by the space-warping gravity. Only here could they gather without fracturing the reality they wished to walk. Genocide did not speak, for his thoughts had spoken for themselves. There was no need for words among those of such similar thought, no need for acknowledgement. Each would perform their tasks, each would take care of their part. And all those who would stand in the way, would simply be given the embrace of annihilation a little early.
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((Now to test out my new char. Heheheheh)) a girl walks in through a door made of air and looks at the gathering of people. She then smiled. Not a happy smile, nor a sinister smile. But a smile one would give to a small child. That's what these great beings amounted to in her presence. She then opens her mouth and utters three words

"Way too easy."