I was there when he was born. I was there for the ending of the 700 Realms, I have my Undead ship to thank for getting me out of that mess. That was a close one. There was nothing alive except myself and those lucky enough to be inside Heaven at the time. Life did not return and things stayed that way for a while. I kept my head down, silently peddling my wares across the Underrealms. Stu knew of my ship’s existence, but seemed to not notice that I ,a Living, was its captain. I took the opportunity to study him. Scientifically speaking, the so called Nekolich is an impossibility, and there is no magic that could come close to matching him. Stu will never admit to this, but it was I who first called him Wyyvern. Even then, millennia before the second Wyyvern would be born I think they heard me, because every Wyyvern born after Stu bears striking similarities to the wyvern, minus the wyvern’s iconic barbed tail of course. I have yet to find a Wyyvern with a barbed tail. I wonder how much one would sell for, but I’m getting off topic. Eventually, depression seemed to take over Stu’s existence and he began seeking ways to bring back Life. He asked Heaven if she’d allow him to use the Living within her to restart Life. To this Stu received a firm no. He tired and tired and tried again to create life, but it seemed simply not to be. I may or may not have had a few items within my emporium that may or may not have been able to help, but I’ll be the first to admit that I was not for bringing Life back into the equation. The Living are greedy and I’ve always found the Dead to make better customers anyway. However, it seemed that Life’s return was inevitable with or without my help. How Life found its way back was equally as baphiling as Stu’s existence, yet not surprising. The word Wyyvern means impossible after all. Epic, the second Wyyvern ever born came from the first Wyyvern’s tears. Wyyvern tears have a varied effect based on the current emotional state of the Wyyvern in question. I have a stock if you’re interested. Prices vary based on the customer’s preferred currency, but again I am getting off topic here. Where was I? Ah yes, the birth of Epic. This event was a new dawn for existence in its entirety. They fused together and fed off each other in a symbiotic relationship of sorts, and from them were born entire Universes teaming with Life. New Wyyverns began popping up everywhere. I did not know how until I met the Wyyvern of commerce, a being that only existed because of the buying and selling of goods and services. A Wyyvern made of every currency in the Multiverse and adding new coins, paper, and ingots every second as they were created on worlds unknown and circulated into their economies. It was then I realized that a Wyyvern will always exist for everything as long as that thing exists somewhere. Life existed in Heaven and I count too I suppose, which explains Epic’s birth to some degree. I took the Wyyvern of Commerce in and named it Maintenance. No, I am not a Wyyvern Agent, and I will never count myself as one. My dealings are strictly commercial and have nothing to do with the betterment of the Multiverse. Again, I’m leaving our topic behind. For a time, things were peaceful. Life never died and the Dead left the Living alone, then the Nine returned. Only seven are truly hell bent on eliminating all Life, one doesn’t seem to care, and another shares Stu’s regrets of their past. I stayed out of this one too, I don’t like to pick sides. Stu went to the Devil in Hell, not the best idea. That guy deals like I sell, only for his own benefit, but it worked. The Nine were bound to Hell and the Multiverse spun on with Death rekindled to burn through the Living. This ultimately changed nothing, but then again the problem was never Death. The one who had consumed the 700 Realms had finally caught up with his old rival, Stu, though he did not remember who or what Stu was. I would have stepped in, but I had nothing aboard my emporium that could kill that thing. Stu put forth a valiant effort. From villain to hero is quite the leap, but Stu landed into the hero role rather nicely. Like most heroes, however, Stu was no match for this new villain. Heaven had to intervene with her horsemen and in the end Stu had to make them into weapons and give them to worthy wielders. To put it simply, millions of years of war that ended the same as the 700 Realms. The Committer of 700 Deadly Sins ate all life and out of what I can only assume to be boredom, he allowed himself to be captured and thrown into a circle of Hell that was immediately torn from existence with him in it. A prison that I warned Stu could not hold him. I told Stu he would return, but he and Epic made one last Multiverse of Life anyway. A doomed Multiverse where I will, once again, be forced to watch history repeat itself. As a thank you for helping him design the puzzle box, Stu made me a zombie double and Epic made me a Living version of my ship. I stayed in the Undead one for safety reasons and my Undead counterpart took the Living version. I must admit, business has never been better, but now that this so called Mr. Spiphy knows of my existence, I fear I will not survive the next inevitable devouring. So I am putting all my chips on your side of the table Edward, you better be everything Stu promises you to be or else we are all of use boned, for lack of a better term. Oh, and please do come again, I do so ever enjoy our little visitations.

-Victor Wares, Owner and Proprietor of Victor’s Wares and Void Transportation™-