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Power. The silvered blade cut across the darkened skies, bringing forth dozens upon dozens of fountains of blood. Life. A clawed hand reached into the chest of many, pulling forth the living, beating hearts of the most terrified. Hatred. Demonic howls echoed the darkened sky's air. Death. The everlasting control of those who walked the world known as terror.

Awaken... Awaken... Your time has come at last... Awaken... Awaken... Awaken, my Catalyst.

Red eyes surged open, staring crimson dread into the blackness that made up the Void. A moan-like hunger echoed beneath the eyes, followed up by a howl that stretched through countless eons. The winds cried back, just as fierce, in answer to the howling call, and carried the eyes forward, to what seems to be Oblivion. A silvered blade greeted the eyes, which took hold of the weapon with the look and feel of greed and lust. The blade darkened, as it was stroked with a gentle caress, while the eyes searched for more. Go now... my Catalyst... The words stretched through the eons, coming to rest upon shadowed ears, and drifted further on. The world... Terra... has reached... its end... Watch... Act... Go... Go... GO! Wind shrieked, and howled, buffeting the eyes and blade away from the voice within the Void. Power ripped through the eyes, which felt itself being stretched further; giving itself shape and form.

Within a small clearing, darkness slowly pooled near its center. The wind began to howl, shrieking in pain and anger. Darkened clouds began to fill the sky, rumbling, threatening to spill the liquid that had suddenly filled it. They began to spin in a clockwise fashion, spiraling down towards the clearing, just as the shadows began to surge towards the vortex. Lightning raced along the inside of the vortex of clouds, seemingly pushing something out. Almost impatient, the shadows erupted, forcing its way into the vortex, pulling out a thing of silver and crimson. Just as suddenly as it appeared, the skies cleared, and the shadows lowered themselves onto the ground, and as they slowly faded away, Catalyst stood, with silvered blade in hand. He then tilted his head back, and let out a mournful wail, at the absence of the Void about his being.