Void Complex- PrologueE

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Excerpt from The Founder’s will and testament

“– This is it, the end of all that is. I have tried everything within my power to slay this beast of nightmares,but as we draw closer and closer towards the eleventh hour,I must finally acknowledge its place as the true king of this accursed land.I know now that there is only one plan I can enact that has any chance of producing an acceptable outcome. If I do return from what I am about to do,it will not be for a very,very long time.This unfortunately means that,if someone is reading this,they have most certainly been left to fend for themselves alone in the dark…along with the rest of my beloved people.

To whoever is reading this,I implore you to inherit my duty to The Void and keep your fellow man safe from the terrors of the night–”

In The Void there exists a man,he has no past,no future and barely anything that resembles a present. The people of The Void begin to dub this strange man “The Warrenless”. If you asked him, The Warrenless would probably tell you that he considers himself a pilgrim of The Void. He tells himself and those who cross his path that his travels are in search of something important; an escape from The Void,or a safe haven from its madness,or perhaps even a one true love. He of course realises to some degree that these goals are nothing more than hopeful half-truths, for The Warrenless has no true goal in mind, he wanders The Void aimlessly in hopes that someone can finally provide him with a purpose,a wonderful purpose, one that can finally outclass the one given to him long ago by that…thing.

In The Void there exists a woman, from a very young age she has been well acquainted with her true purpose in all this. The employers that watch her every move,whose visages resemble that of cats,have taken to calling her “The Inheritor”. She hates this name, hates it with every fiber of her being. In spite of this fact, she still uses it, mostly because her employers refuse to acknowledge her as anything else but also because, as time goes on, she seems to find her true name slipping further and further away from her memories.

The Inheritor is now standing directly in front of The Warrenless. She was warned countless times by her employers not to do this. That this was one accursed beast not worth adding to her little caravan of creatures. Unfortunately these warnings mean nothing to her at the moment…

…for the impending disaster she has been trying to avoid is proving itself to be the kind of problem only an accursed beast can solve.

As The Inheritor looked up at The Warrenless, she waited for either a formal response or complete annihilation. After what must have felt like an eternity of silence, The Warrenless finally asked her a question…

“So…what’s your favorite color?”