That beast, it had a name, and it had a species name as well. Damien had been calling it the dark beast because he didn't really know what it was. It didn't exist in his cosmos, after all.
If he wanted to know what it was, he needed to draw it out and read its existence.
That would have been nice and all, and knowledge about another cosmos was always something interesting, but it could all be pushed back for later.
The dark beast had much more intuitive uses for now.
Damien drew the Existence barrier out, but the dark beast didn't understand what was happening.
In its eyes, it was experiencing something unimaginable.
Somehow, out of nowhere, it had been assaulted and promptly plucked out of the sky, only to be placed in a white room with no bounds.