Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Space, Far beyond the edges of the known galaxy
Darkness.
For a moment Abyss used all his focus to open his eyes, only to be reminded that he had none. The darkness was not a product of eyelids blocking his sight, but the absence of humanity that he had chosen. How much time had passed, how did he end up here? Even more importantly where was "here"? Before his mind had time to comprehend any of those questions something else rose within it, shrouding each of those thought in a dark, endless void. The last time he had feed was before he lost himself in the depths of space, and now the hunger that plagued him since the dark side had touched him had become unbearable.
Suddenly he could see again, the tendrils of his mind reaching out towards the world around him. The ship was close to falling apart, little more than a shield and an engine drifting through the vast emptiness, held together not by logic but by faith. For the first time in what felt like ages the hollow construct, no longer a statue limited by the basic rules of reality, returned to unlive. Yet he was no longer what he had been before.
While the metalic entity looked no less terrifying then before, he had lost most of his wretched glory. The once imposing figure had suffered dearly under the passing of time, the armor that served as his physical presence in the galaxy deformed, twisted and broken, the chest plate now a violent patchwork of metal and the grin of eternal mockery lacking a handful of toxic, metal teeth. Most of his body was wrapped in dirty black and grey rags, and a wide hood clouded the sight onto the one thing untouched by the decay, the wooden mask that held his spirit within.
Why had his mind come back? Why was it gone in the first place?
Slowly the memories of his fate returned, fragments and pieces that lacked the context needed to make out their meaning. When he ventured into the edges of the galaxy on yet another quest to find even more rare, forbidden knowledge to consume he had been at the height of his power, but from there came the fall. The further he traveled, the further he moved away from the worlds filled with living, thinking beings with more minds to devour, the louder the void called for him. First only a few members of the crew went missing, then more and more until no one was left. Once the last thought had become part of the Mindeater, the strange being simply fell idle, lacking any purpose besides survival. Even his mind went dark, quietly waiting for the day he was to return to the galaxy.
Now that time had come, as marked by the small scavenger freighter that was in the process of docking to the half faded ship. Moments later two men, wearing heavy space suits, began their path through the broken innards of the wreck, not knowing what they had awoken in their foolish greed for lost treasures.
"Hey Frank look at that. Have you ever seen a sculpture like this?"
The man that had entered the bridge first was drifting through the weightless void, a single hand dancing over the rusted, motionless figure standing in the center of the room.
"No. Looks old, maybe even rare. Could be our best find so far."
As two pairs of hand reached for the figure, meant to bring the rare trinket back onto the ship a hollow voice broke through the silence of space. Not that of a man, not one spoken fully in the realm of the living. An ethereal, otherworldly whisper that had no source, eerily resounding in the dead ship.
"I have returned."
Two twisted talons extended in a rapid fury, claws cutting through the helmets worn by the two men, piercing into the heads below. Then the life left their eyes, as both their mind and their oxygen faded into the endless darkness. Cold steps carried the Mindeater through the ship, towards the docked freighter. The time had come. The Mindeater had awoken once more.
Darkness.
For a moment Abyss used all his focus to open his eyes, only to be reminded that he had none. The darkness was not a product of eyelids blocking his sight, but the absence of humanity that he had chosen. How much time had passed, how did he end up here? Even more importantly where was "here"? Before his mind had time to comprehend any of those questions something else rose within it, shrouding each of those thought in a dark, endless void. The last time he had feed was before he lost himself in the depths of space, and now the hunger that plagued him since the dark side had touched him had become unbearable.
Suddenly he could see again, the tendrils of his mind reaching out towards the world around him. The ship was close to falling apart, little more than a shield and an engine drifting through the vast emptiness, held together not by logic but by faith. For the first time in what felt like ages the hollow construct, no longer a statue limited by the basic rules of reality, returned to unlive. Yet he was no longer what he had been before.
While the metalic entity looked no less terrifying then before, he had lost most of his wretched glory. The once imposing figure had suffered dearly under the passing of time, the armor that served as his physical presence in the galaxy deformed, twisted and broken, the chest plate now a violent patchwork of metal and the grin of eternal mockery lacking a handful of toxic, metal teeth. Most of his body was wrapped in dirty black and grey rags, and a wide hood clouded the sight onto the one thing untouched by the decay, the wooden mask that held his spirit within.
Why had his mind come back? Why was it gone in the first place?
Slowly the memories of his fate returned, fragments and pieces that lacked the context needed to make out their meaning. When he ventured into the edges of the galaxy on yet another quest to find even more rare, forbidden knowledge to consume he had been at the height of his power, but from there came the fall. The further he traveled, the further he moved away from the worlds filled with living, thinking beings with more minds to devour, the louder the void called for him. First only a few members of the crew went missing, then more and more until no one was left. Once the last thought had become part of the Mindeater, the strange being simply fell idle, lacking any purpose besides survival. Even his mind went dark, quietly waiting for the day he was to return to the galaxy.
Now that time had come, as marked by the small scavenger freighter that was in the process of docking to the half faded ship. Moments later two men, wearing heavy space suits, began their path through the broken innards of the wreck, not knowing what they had awoken in their foolish greed for lost treasures.
"Hey Frank look at that. Have you ever seen a sculpture like this?"
The man that had entered the bridge first was drifting through the weightless void, a single hand dancing over the rusted, motionless figure standing in the center of the room.
"No. Looks old, maybe even rare. Could be our best find so far."
As two pairs of hand reached for the figure, meant to bring the rare trinket back onto the ship a hollow voice broke through the silence of space. Not that of a man, not one spoken fully in the realm of the living. An ethereal, otherworldly whisper that had no source, eerily resounding in the dead ship.
"I have returned."
Two twisted talons extended in a rapid fury, claws cutting through the helmets worn by the two men, piercing into the heads below. Then the life left their eyes, as both their mind and their oxygen faded into the endless darkness. Cold steps carried the Mindeater through the ship, towards the docked freighter. The time had come. The Mindeater had awoken once more.