Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

In the infinite Void just outside the Wyyvernwriter’s Multiverse, the Nekolich watched and waited for the God-Wyyvern. “Fate met with it before entering to New Valhalla,” said Victor. “When he would describe or reference it he called it a threat and when Aleister perceives something as a threat,”

“Did you bring it?” Stu interrupted.

Victor handed Stu a pin-striped fedora, “will it work?”

Stu smiled as he tossed the hat behind him towards the Multiverse and, in an instant, the Multiverse disappeared. “That pin-striped fedora allowed me to hide from the almighty original creator of all other Gods himself. This Wyyverneity will never find my Multiverse.” Having seen the God-Wyyvern approaching from off in the distance his smile disappeared, “are we sure it is hostile?” he asked.

“Fate said not to hesitate,” Victor replied.

A grin grew on Stu’s face, “go, enjoy the tournament. I will be there shortly,” he turned his attention to the God-Wyyvern as Victor left for New Valhalla. “My apologies, but we are closed today. Please return later with an open mind.”

“Closed?” the God-Wyyvern spoke with a voice that shook the Void. “Who are you? Where is the rest of the disease?”

“I am the Nekolich,” Stu replied. “What do you mean disease?” his grin had left his face for a moment, then it returned. “Oh, I see. I once was like you. I believed Life was a disease, but I was wrong. You will find yourself arriving at the same conclusion soon enough. So tell me, what in my Multiverse do you believe to be a disease?”

“You,” the God-Wyyvern replied. “Death… The Dead… Undeath… It all must cease to be.”

“I’ve tried that route, but another stood in my way, and I lost that Multiverse because it had no defense,” Stu replied. “This one has a defense, and we Dead is it. So if you want us gone, then, why don’t you start with her…” a Roar that shook the Void interrupted him. “Oh, I almost forgot, what is it you call yourself again?”

“I Am,” the God-Wyyvern replied.

“I am?” Stu questioned, “what?”

“I Am,” the God-Wyyvern insisted, “and your bellowing pet will not keep me from conquering you. Then, once you and your Dead have been purged from her I will be this Multiverses protector,” the God-Wyyvern said sincerely.

“You will lose,” Stu replied.

“Are you so sure?” the God-Wyyvern questioned.

“Against me or any of my Wyyvern Knights? You’d win. Against the Apex who roared at you a moment ago, you have a small chance,” Stu replied as his grin disappeared completely. “Against the Committee of 700 Deadly Sins, you will lose. If you insist on continuing I suggest you prepare,” he left the Realm, “Ilean is already hunting you.”

The God-Wyyvern then devised a plan to deceive and ultimately destroy the so-called Apex, Ilean…

*          *

In a Realm with entire Galaxies and Worlds with Life, all of which the God-Wyyvern had completely designed…

We found one and saw limitless potential. It powered our homes, our vehicles, and our cities. It allowed us space travel. For a time it was a golden age, but all good things must end I suppose. More came. Then more and more and more until we were overrun. Like living mountains, volcanoes, tsunamis, and tornadoes they came. Like living meteors, supernovas, and black holes they came to every World. By the thousands, they came, and peoples from every Galaxy and World began to lose hope. Then there was a single rawr and the Titan’s, as we have come to call them, shuttered at its echo. Their numbers suddenly began to cull. Whatever has come to our world, no matter the true reasoning, I thank the Universe that it did. If it had not, I would not be here to leave this record.  I am not important. She is.

*          *

“We are talking about a bloody monster.”

“That monster is the answer.”

*          *

“Find it! If the Fate of the Universe truly depends on it, then I want an escort watching its back twenty-four-seven.”

“It has no heat signature, no heartbeat. Sir, there is simply no way to track it.”

*          *

“These Titans are so much bigger than that bi-peddle mouth of a lizard is, can she really take them all?”

*          *

“She eats them.”

*          *

“Incoming!”

“Everybody brace for impact!”

*          *

“Ilean!”

*         *

The Realm shaker class Wyyvern-eater Apex Wyyvern-Rex breathed the dead Titan’s essence in through her skin until the Titan was as dust and then absorbed the dust. With a bellowing rawr she asserted her rightful place at the top of the Realm’s food-chain.