The End of All Things - Part 1

"I am the General of your Dark Armies," Ingolsol said humbly. "I have conversed with the worst parts of you, and I have united them into a force. They have nourished me into what I am. We both gained from this."

"And she was the General of the Light," Beam said. "We were almost allowed a glimpse of the world through her, and through people. It was far more interesting with the two of you together. Alone, I could have not gone so far."

"You would never have been alone," Ingolsol said. "Surely you can see them now? You can hear their voices. You never needed me. You would have gone further without me – given time, and given reason."

He pointed to the walls around them. The walls that Beam had assumed to be mere black, and infinite void. Now there ran fractures through them, as arms reached through, and voices.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Break his back, sneak! Break his back! SNEAK!"

"Frightened…"

Different voices ran out through the cracks, as though from different people.