"Arise, fool!" A young boy, silver in the hair. Was smacked over the head by an older man. The boy rose his head.
"Yes…sir."
The boy got up and exited his chambers. Taking in the light of an artificial sun. On an artificial planet. The home of the Angels. Deus. They say, hundreds of thousands of years ago. When the true king was born of the void. He forced creation and destruction under his control. He held the stars in his very hands. And created his children, the angels. They say they are born of the stars themselves. Yet when the boy found himself staring himself in the mirror. He found it hard to believe.
"Boy, are you listening? Go to your classes!"
"Yes…sir, sorry sir…"
The boy went into his history class. He was tired of being told what to do by the elders. It all made him tired. Tiring. Tiring. The teacher spoke. Loud. A man that would rage whenever a child would even try to use their voice. As he spoke. The boy looked out the window. Seeing older boys in the yard. Training with metal spears. His attention was diverted back to the teacher when he gave his lesson.
"Long ago, in the forgotten texts, it's said that thousands of years ago we had our last communication with the king. And he told us of a being called Entropy. Creation had tried to escape the king, and would not let its power be used by the king any further. So the king sealed it inside of a vessel he could use to gain his power again. Our mission is to find this Entropy. Whom could be anywhere scattered among the stars. Or lying beneath them."
It fascinated him. This 'Entropy' being was like a divine treasure, like treasure hidden below the endless grains of sand. He became obsessed with it. For tens of years, tens turning into a hundred. A hundred years, passing by in the blink of an eye. The boy, now a man. Sat on the steps of a temple. Spear in hand.
"My lord, we've detected an abnormal energy source from the outside of the spacial rift. And it's only continuing to grow."
"Very well."
The man grinned from ear to ear. Picking up his spear and spinning it. While pulling his helmet down onto his head.
"Let us go then. In the name of the all father."
"Yes, sir!"
The entire army yelled in unison. Such loyalty. Mechanical wings split from the man's armor. And he took off into the endless sky. Followed by his army. And then it all felt like it was cutting out. He could feel daggers being stabbed into his body. And he saw it. That man. The man that had slayed him. The man who could reverse time. The mortal who had bested a Demi god. The man stared into the eyes of death. The eyes of destruction, his body being torn apart.
"NO!"
Desmond woke up in his hospital bed. With a cold sweat. The nurse next to him jumped almost a foot in the air. Scared. She then ran out of the room.
"The hell? What a weird dream…I'm not scared of Jack…"