"How cruel of fate to intervene, to interrupt the ebb and flow of reality this evening and bring one, a creature of absolute corruption, the end it so righteously deserves. But when can one sit and recollect fate being compassionate, denying the eminent destruction which is to be delivered upon an unfortunate soul, and thus, granting said creation their right to continue living, thriving, to prosper?"

Vivid images raced through the Dark King's mind, not of the dim future he wished upon these realities, but of the warm past one such as he once possessed. For what force carries the power, the capacity capable of sending a man down the dark path he has traveled? What could push a being so far toward the edge that they cast themselves from the world and descend into the abyss? ...Love...

"Yes, gasp in disbelief if you wish, but the merciless deity the realms have come to enjoy, fear, love, and hate was once human, was once in love, was once truly happy. It was only after fate reared it's disgusting little head and ripped from this man all he held dear which sent his mind spiraling into chaotic insanity..."

Lucien stands, pressing the bottoms of bare feet upon the chilled marble which composed the floor, the walls, the ceiling and served as the base for several pieces of furniture which was spread about; a small room within Castle Lachance that he often frequented. The self proclaimed god accepted this abrupt death, passing out of the room and into a large corridor devoid of windows, soft crimson carpet meeting his steps leading him up onto the roof of the Lachance estate. Normally this large area is decorated with lush foliage and beautiful frondescence, it's very sight enough to strip breath away, leaving one to stare in awe. But today they were absent, replaced with the soft presentation reflecting off those silver pools as he stepped forward from the large doorway out onto the roof, roses of shade meeting his glance at every angle.

Carrying outward into the field with the setting sun pressing it's warm radiance upon his skin, the blackened roses bending and crunching under his weight, Lucien turned toward the dusk, watching the light fade, a physical representation of his life, of his death. Cracks began to slowly form along his abdomen emitting violet illumination, spreading like the plague he represented while upon this earth. Lifting his hands upward to gaze upon, the same breaks that birthed and expanded across his body began to claim them, his pale flesh comparable to glass at this point falling to pieces down toward the floor to shatter upon impact. What one would expect to reside beneath skin wouldn't meet their eyes, for instead of muscle and veins, blood and bones, their only existed the corrupted energies that made up Lucien's constitution, visible as erratic swirling currents of shade which gave off the same violet fluorescence as the breaks now passing along his chest and neck.

A thought crosses his mind, more of a collage of memories spreading before him, obscured though it may be from the mass of unstable energy slowly consuming his mind. It depicts several people, those that have come to engrave themselves in Lucien's psyche...

Trenity, his sister...
Serenity, his Wife...
Julia, his Lover...

All women who possess similar traits to her, but failed to claim her place in his heart.

They fade away to serve as fuel to the spreading fire setting his innards ablaze leaving one figure behind: Rion Leingod. It could be said that this was the only man Lucien ever respected, saw somewhat as an equal. Soon his image too fades away. With the last of his flesh breaking away and shattering, his formed resembled just what it was supposed to be: Corrupted Chaos, no longer bound within a fleshy container. Lucien curls both hands into tightly clenched fists as the story reaches it's climax. A small discharge of concussive force expanded from the creature's being, spreading for countless miles, shifting the land and causing massive upheavals with it's power.

As if ricocheting against the edge of the world, the force returns with just as much power to Lucien, acting as a catalyst to ignite the unstable energies violently lashing about. "Elizabeth..." The name a mumble, and the last words spoken before he exploded, a massive mushroom cloud launching upward into the heavens to tower over the land, sending another ring of concussive force outward to repeat it's actions. Tremors ravaged the earth, the violent shaking enough to make one believe the planet itself were going to detonate. Upon the second ring's return into the area, it compressing around the very center of the mushroom cloud which triggered a second discharge that took the form of an expanding dome of darkness.

The gluttonous explosion expanded far, racing across the land to consume any and everything it touches, breaking down the object on a molecular level before completely assimilating anything that may have remained. Once the dome finally ceased it's expansion, claiming 100,000 kilometers of land before stopping, it just idled and festered, emitting a putrid stench and foul aura which choked the very air itself. The land was stripped of life, the air stripped of warmth, the hearts of those who would look upon catastrophic event stripped of hope and happiness. Fear welled up within them to come crashing down on top of their little world just as the columns of wind that fell from the thick clouds in the sky, burrowing deep into the earth before carrying outward to ravage the land. They were accompanied by waves of cascading corrupted Celestia that poured down from the skies, detonating upon impact with anything which only resulted in smaller domes of destructive energies.

Close to thirty minutes would pass before an innumerable amount of growls, wails, screams, howls, and other cries were sent echoing across the land, reverberating throughout the earth and heavens to carry outward into the world, striking fear into those that dare believe peace would come so easily and without strife. As if an ocean of evil to purge the lands of what purity remains, fiends, demons, and other creatures of darkness launched forward, using their extremities, whether it be legs and paws, wings, tentacles, to carry themselves forward into this realm with only the intent to feast, to kill, to destroy, to corrupt fresh in their minds, the very same that moments ago was combined as one. Grotesque deaths awaited the people of this world, and as if to praise his memory, you could almost make out among the overwhelming noise one name being cheered repeatedly...