ENDGAME | Borne Through Blood

Several thousand miles away on the other edge of the landmass's coast, William Wallace stood proud over his new empire. It felt like an eternity away from the dry and arid lands of what used to be the west coast of America. Here, the sun painted the sky more a bright pink—a sickly color that forbade prescient peace. Water as dark violet as the skies out west lapped at the shores of the lush life that sprawled out over this region. Colorful flora spread like its own brand of wildfire.

Built atop a pillar of bones and blood stood the aged figure that in another time belonged to a small child named Daniel Aldoun. He was dead now. Back then he was so worried about being thrown about the multiverse across hundreds of other people's lives. He hadn't known that from the very beginning that his life was naught but the celestial plaything for beings that cared not for human life. He had since rectified that issue.

Atop the throne a wicked smile flashed across his face. He cradled a crimson orb in-between his fingers and glanced over a roaring crowd as the coliseum below brought great entertainment. It shone and sparkled with the light of a small sun. Down a level below, the body of a woman who used to be a classmate of Daniel Aldoun's stood with her arms crossed. Like Daniel, the girl whose body it was was also dead. Inhabiting instead was the majority of the creature known as Amnael, Child of the Night. After an unsuccessful inhabitation during the immediate time of The Collapse, William Wallace was able to overpower and establish dominance over a tumerous connection forged between the two.

Below, a beast with three heads and teeth as razor sharp as knives roared out as it dove its central head into the thick arm of the combatant on the other side. It was a man with limbs as thick as tree trunks. The beast's second head dragged in for another bite, but it was quickly denied this pleasure as a club spiked with nails slammed hard against the head. Blood arced in the air in a terrible arch. He let loose a roar from his two mouths that let loose a foul odor across the stadium. The masses around cheered at the critical hit.

Will offered a grin at the blow and looked down to his reserve. He cocked his head and she moved up toward him without haste. Walking with a quickened pace she reached Will's side and bowed. The anger and self interest that had found Amnael strong twenty-two years ago was long worn away and broken now. No chance of escape has since beaten and bruised that level of anything aside from subservience.

"I think the time for growth is about complete." He continued rolling the orb between his fingers. "I am ready for this empire of mine...to expand." Inside the orb a burning fire blazed and in it, he saw the world.