In a Realm of entire Galaxies and Worlds with Life on them, all of which the God-Wyyvern had entirely 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 for the entire Universe, but all good things must end I suppose,’ Madoline Cor’s tears fell like rain in a storm as she wrote down all that had happened to her from the dawn of the Titans and destruction of her homeworld to the fall of her family and friends. ‘As the sole survivor of the events I have recorded here, I take it upon myself to fulfill Ilean’s true mission. God Wyyvern, as you are my witness, If it takes me the remainder of my life, I will kill the Man who ate Ilean. Then I’m coming for you.’ Mad closed her journal after a year of writing nonstop and buried it where Ilean had fallen next to a lonely tree. Then she pulled her hood up over her head and walked off into the sunset with a loaded pistol and a vengeful heart.

*          *

Inside a Tower of Heaven that technically doesn’t exist Epic, the Wyyvern of Life and of Living Realms, heard a prayer drowning in the tears of a broken soul. Hesitating, Epic knew Stu was rightfully fearful of the Devourer of Life and that leaving would be dangerous. However, the tears around the prayer were too heavy to ignore, so Epic left the safety of Heaven and followed the prayer to a Realm outside of the Multiverse to Mad. Whom Epic blessed and kept ageless for ten years as she tirelessly worked to keep her promise and complete the unfinished job left behind by Ilean. In those ten years, the God-Wyyvern was unable to so much as find Madoline, so he patiently waited for her to come to him.

Meanwhile, in a Circle of Hell that technically doesn’t exist, Agent0, the Multiverse’s head of security, and the Devil stood to watch over the Undead puzzle box that held the Devour of Life. “Oh no. Did Epic run away?” Mr. Spiphy taunted, but only the Devil could understand him. As a ruler of Dead, Satan heard and saw things the way the Dead did despite being among the Living himself. Agent0, however, heard only a ravenous monster with a terrifyingly hungry snarl. “Is the dead cat afraid big bad me is gonna eat his poor wittle Wyyvern bwue,” he cackled. Then noticed Agent0, “Ooh, he’s sent his head of security to keep an eye on me!” he snapped at Agent0 and chuckled when he didn’t receive any response. “Are you sure he can’t understand me?”

“He sees and hears only the monster you truly are,” the Devil replied.

“Such fortitude, such bravery in the face of…” Mr. Spiphy was interrupted by a fat joint being shoved in his mouth and then lit.

The Devil looked at Agent0 with a raised eyebrow, “it looked like it needed to chill out,” Agent0 replied.

“He,” the Devil replied, “and I wouldn’t even stand that close to him.” Agent0 returned his attention to the monster in the puzzle box to find himself barely out of reach of the Devour of Life’s jaws as they snapped shut in front of him creepy smile. “Tis wise to fear me. Tis foolishness not to fear him,” the Devil pulled Agent0 back by his shoulder. “We are here to watch and be ready to sound the alert should he escape in the Nekolich’s absence.”

“You know,” Mr. Spiphy interjected. “If the Nekolich had come to me for this God-Wyyvern, the day would be one already.”

“The day would have been lost,” the Devil replied, “the moment you gained your freedom.”

“I’m hurt, Satan,” Mr. Spiphy chuckled sarcastically. “Do you not trust me?”

“About as much as is wise to trust me,” the Devil’s reply made Mr. Spiphy laugh.

*          *

On wings of emerald green, “Oh Epic,” the Wyyvern of Undeath and the Underrealms worried as he searched the vast and empty void for his Wyyvern Blue, “Why didn’t you come to me?” he knew the Wyyvern of Life and the Living Realms could not take the God-Wyyvern alone. Other than Ilean, only the Wyyvernwriter itself could defeat him, but Epic and Stu needed to be together for the Wyyvernwriter to exist. Stu came across a floating bath of water droplets that became more and more visible as he followed it, “don’t worry,” he worried for Epic, “I won’t allow anything to happen to you. I can’t.”

*          *

It had been ten long years since Ilean fell, but Mad had finally found him. Looking up at a statue of the widely proclaimed hero she stood in the center of a city of people like her. “The God-Wyyvern’s creation, no doubt,” Mad thought to herself as she noticed a plaque with the phrase ‘Slayer of the Apex. Hero and Savior of our World. Long Live the King.’ She looked onward toward the castle down the main road from the statue. People, human beings like her, walked along the streets and sidewalks leaving a foul feeling in the pit of Mad’s stomach. They were fake to her, and she cared not for any of them. Her focus, the only thing real to her, was the Man who ate her friend and the God-Wyyvern who created him. ‘I’ll kill them both,’ she thought as she walked the steep steps to the Castle entrance. Much to her surprise, the Castle was open to the public, and her hood caused many to look her way. She did not care, she kept walking until she had reached the doors to the throne room.

“Madoline Cor?” the guard at the doors asked her.

Surprised, to say the least, “Yeah?” Mad replied.

“The King’s been waiting ten years for your arrival,” said the guard as he held open the doors for her and gestured for her to enter.

Mad entered the throne room cautiously, resisting the overwhelming urge to pull her pistol and murder every last one of the God-Wyyvern’s creations, “Ah,” said the King enthusiastically, “but then you would also have to kill yourself,” he laughed. “Come forth, Madoline Cor, and know me better, Woman.”

“I don’t answer to that name anymore,” Mad replied, “ and I know everything I need to know about you, Monster.”

“A Monster, am I?” the King replied. Mad pulled her pistol and aimed it at the Kings forehead, “Why kill me? We are both of the God-Wyyvern’s design. A warrior such as yourself should be crowned Queen. Not chasing some pointless vendetta.” Mad lowered her pistol. “Good, now come. You must be starving from your recent odyssey, and there is much food to be eaten,” the king laughed heartily. Still hesitant of the King’s seemingly goodwill, Mad sheathed her pistol and looked at the massive table with mounds of food overflowing from bowls and plates. “I haven’t eaten in ten years,” the King said as he took a massive bite out of a large drumstick.

Mad pulled her pistol out again and this time pulled the trigger without hesitation. The King fell dead, and all became dark and void of life. “I offer you a throne, a lover, and the promise that you and your offspring will never know hunger and yet still you spit in my face!” boomed a voice from all around her.

“You destroyed my Universe, my family, my friends!” madoline argued unphased by the God-Wyyvern’s invisible presence. “You sent the Titans! You betrayed your creation!”

“I made you and your Universe! You along with the rest of my creation were never anything more than a means to an end!” the God-Wyyvern replied angrily as he appeared before her, and she fell to her knees in fear. “It is high time you learned your place, my child.” Suddenly a sound like flowing waters and a being kin to the God-Wyyvern appeared. This Wyyvern was every shade of blue imaginable and appeared as a massive Stingray-ish serpent made of waters. Its roar was comforting to Mad, but to the God-Wyyvern, it was not. “Wyyvern of Life, huh? I am the Alpha!” the God-Wyyvern shouted jealously at the Wyyvern of Life’s clear love of Mad, “I am the Omega! I am true God and true Wyyvern! Me! There can be no other!” and rushed the Wyyvern of Life and the Living Realms.

After timeless eternities of Battle, in the heat of it, Epic, Wyyvern of Life and the Living Realms was cast down by the God-Wyyvern as Stu, Wyyvern of Undeath and the Underrealms arrived mere moments too late. Enraged, the Nekolich assaulted the God-Wyyvern only to be halted and suspended in a paralyzed state, “Finally, there will be only me,” the God-Wyyvern proclaimed.

“The Devour of Life will come, and anything, all that you do will be for not. You cannot save Life from him, only we could” Stu struggled to say as the God-Wyyvern slowly tore him from existence. When it was finished, the Nekolich’s hold over the Wyyvernwriter’s Multiverse vanished, and the Devour of Life stepped out from his now unlocked puzzle box.

The God-Wyyvern rejoiced, ignoring the Nekolich’s warning. He had won. Mad wept over the Wyyvern of Life’s corpse. She felt as though she alone had failed them all.

*          *

A bell tolled and was heard by all from New Vahalla to the God-Wyyvern’s Universe. At that moment, next to a lonely tree, a three-foot Fennec Fox of the Northlands, with a clockwork hammer in his right hand, pulled a journal from the ground that had been buried there long ago. He blew the dust off the cover and flipped through the pages, reading the entire handwritten journal cover to cover in a manner of seconds. He smiled and to his hammer replied, “Yeah, we found her.”