In a boundless void, where no life stirred and where no being, aside from the one who stood beyond the very boundaries of existence, had ever dwelled, there existed a strange, quiet gathering.
Two figures could be seen sitting together, gazing out into the infinite, shapeless nothingness as though their eyes sought something yet found absolutely nothing at all. The first among them was shaped like a man, yet wholly alien in essence. His form resembled that of a living black hole, a humanoid silhouette composed of perfect darkness, devouring even the faintest trace of light and substance that dared to approach him.
Every contour of his being radiated the same absolute blackness, so complete and unyielding that it felt almost like an offense to existence itself. He was the embodiment of absence, a void that had chosen to wear the vague outline of a human form.
