The End of Time

Thousands of Kalpas Ago

Vordea was wandering the mortal plane when she felt it. Something that should not be, something that could not be. Quickly digging into her memories, she realized what it was and immediately shifted out of space and time, before it could overtake her.

"Eigengrau." She breathlessly whispered, narrowing her eyes.

On the mortal plane, a great shadow began to descend on the world, terrifying the mortal races of that kalpa. Like a great beast, Eigengrau looked upon the mortals with an unfathomable hunger, and licked her lips. In an instant, Eigengrau brought her entire being to bear in a single moment in time, and the immense pressure on the mortal psyche that the physical manifestation of the Death God was exerting began to cause the first of the mages to go mad.

Some screamed, some laughed as they began to kill each other, in a madness spiral of destruction without reason. Others merely died on the spot, the majesty of the Hunter simply too much to bear. As the first souls loosed themselves from dead mortals, she greedily consumed them, tearing them asunder before they could even comprehend their deaths.

"Delicious." She said, shuddering as she tore a soul in half with her teeth.

Crystal Halls

Vordea finally exhaled as she reached the safety of Agbus's plane, which Eigengrau never seemed to regard with any interest whenever this happened. The angels approached her with concern as she slumped to the floor with a pained look on her face.

"My Lady, are you well?" One asked, kneeling to look her in the eyes.

"It's Eigengrau, the Great Hunter of the Deep is back to consume another kalpa." Vordea said, wincing slightly as even here in this shielded place she could feel the screams of the souls as Eigengrau tore them apart.

"Get the Lord!" Another angel shouted, as they helped Vordea to her feet. "Come on my Lady, let's get you somewhere comfortable."

With a wobble, Vordea staggered over to a couch, and first sat, before laying down, holding her head in agony.