The One Where They Know

The Abysm is a whirling black pool, an everlasting nightmare. A place where darkness is light, a place of no beginning of no end. It has no shape and no space. It is infinite and will be forever. In this accursed realm, a deep and dark chuckle echoed throughout the abyss. A sense of evil and malice dripped with each sound. “Ah, yes, souls!!” Nevermore, the Shadow Fiend gathered the essence of the spirits around his corrupted body. He gave a sigh of satisfaction, the very souls he reaped as a part of his power. Distant wailings and cries of the souls were muted underneath his malicious laughter.

“Yes, my beautiful collection,” Nevermore said to himself. His voice was a mixture of others, the only last identities of the ones he has slain. His vast volume of souls expanded beyond comprehension. His obsession was his passion, making him more powerful with each soul he collected. His long claws cut through small lights that circled him, radiating red lights from his core.

Nevermore gleamed and embraced his power. Yes, this was good. But it was not enough. He turned around and growled. He began to feel a pull in the Abysm. “What is this?” he said, the darkness in his voice overwhelming himself. ”Yes! A soul!!” he rasped. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!!” He continued to cackle and used his powerful hands to rip apart the abyss before him. “My little soul, I’m coming for you!”

He ripped himself through and let out a laugh.

This was going to be another world for his taking.