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, perhaps even three, figures could be seen sitting together, gazing out into the infinite, shapeless nothingness as though their eyes sought something yet found nothing at all.
The first among them was a figure shaped like a man, yet wholly alien. His form was that of a living black hole, a humanoid silhouette of perfect darkness, devouring even the faintest trace of light and substance that came near.
Every contour of his being radiated the same absolute black, so complete that it was almost an offense to existence itself. He was the embodiment of absence, a void wearing human form.
