Stu is actually quite proud of this one and I must admit she is up there amongst our finest achievements as colleagues. He, Epic, and I designed her alive from scratch using the base genome of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. This would not have been my first choice, a primitive beast with a tiny brain and only two good limbs, but I suppose that is why I am not in charge. Grafting its genetic code to that of Wyyvern and manipulating its diet to be strictly elemental was the easy part. However, the behavioral traits, despite our best efforts, corresponded with the enhanced predator features that the Rex DNA had contributed. Foreseeing this inevitability, I advised having her hatch on an uninhabited planet. Somewhere with multiple biomes and varying wildlife for her to interact with, for research purposes of course. We placed her egg at the bottom of a heavily used water source on one such world. By the time she had fully emerged from her egg, she had drunk that lake dry. She was no larger than a house cat. The wildlife there saw her as a snack and, not surprisingly, she quickly changed their minds. The animals not smart enough to run, after her first kill, were slaughtered with extreme prejudice. Despite her violent awakening, however, she was a complete success. She was made of flesh, blood, and bone, but she could digest none of it and it left a foul taste on her tongue. Only the elements could sustain her and she was growing too quickly for the planet she hatched on. She exhausted its resources and consumed its core. The planet then imploded, sending her into its sun. She ate that too, but we never expected her to use the energy she had digested from both the planet and its star to propel herself through space on wings made of fire and of earth. Consuming world after world, star after star, she surprisingly only reached a maximum length of forty two feet from nose to tail. We watched and waited until finally, she discovered her kin. At the edge of her Universe she saw it, her first Wyyvern, and her predatory instincts took over. Their battle took them deep into the Void and shook the Universes around them, but when the dust settled and she stood victorious, savoring her meal, she was at her prime. She was ready for phase two. 

Phase two required her to die. Epicstu would have been eaten, as would any Wyyvern weapon, so we sent someone with a track record for victory against the impossible. Agent 0 informed us that the creature was the most difficult opponent she had ever faced, but she succeeded. With the asset dead on our necromantic altar, we could at last begin. We gave her everything she didn’t already have; interest, concern, curiosity, hyper intelligents, the ability to bond on a cognitive level, empathy. Stu even gave her his love for all Life, calling it his gift to her. He wanted her brought back in a controlled environment, but I was confident and so I convinced him to resurrect her in a world on the brink of nuclear extinction. Not only did she absorb the blasts and drink the fallout, she ensured the survival of the intelligent lifeforms there. She was seen as a God to them and became their hero. With practice she learned complete control over her body’s total mass to be light as a feather or heavy as a planet. As an Undead, her body is in a state of infinite self sustainment, no longer requiring sustenance to survive. When she did eat, she spat the element in question back out with full control over it. When she would be dismembered, killed, or even turned to ash her spirit rematerialized her body stronger and stronger every time. While taking the Fates for himself, however, Aleister inadvertantly destroyed her new home and she could not save it. He became Apocalypse incarnate and she could have eaten him. It was Edward who managed to convince her not to, although I am unsure how. He calls her Ilean, and considers her one who can be reliably depended upon when truly needed. A protector of Life and friend to Heaven and to God. I am actually quite proud of her.

-Travvurse, Stu’s Homunculus Associate-