Static fills the communicators from Wild Space, slowly making its way through the void. An almost indiscernible voice begins to echo through it, although one yet too distant to be recognizable. The old voice is raised, and static begins to be lowered until it turns into an insignificant buzz.
Wild Space. A place where your people embraces their fear. Where Dark Spirits are unbound, and children learn from very young to revel at the very things that scare them. Hear me, for I've had thousands of names, millions of years, billions of voices and trillions and trillions of servants. When darkness was not even a concept, for there was no light for it to be compared with, we were the first to lurk in the omnipresence of shadows. When light soon rose, we revealed ourselves as the Lords of a galaxy at its infancy. The gods and demons we've created with our mere presence cannot be quantified. We were creatures of infinite will, of infinite hunger, of infinite wisdom. Of infinite, raw power.
Now, after billions of years, the Galaxy seems to be completely dark again, as it was during its conception. I can feel that, it's all around me and inside me, holding me prisoner. I had thousands of names, but today I am the Jester. And you...
A brief, old and forced laugh is heard. It came tearing the speaker's throat, making their voice much more rustier in the following speech.
You're halfway out of the dark. You'll be illuminated by the knowledge I bring you. It's a time of celebration, the one you're in. Celebration, excess...
The veil of the Jester seemed to fall right off. His voice was not the comedic, excited voice of before. No, it was completely serious, the terrifying tone slipping away, decorating the rusty voice as it flows through the communicator.
I do enjoy excess. Eternal excess.
Eternity, that's how long I've been waiting. But one day, soon, I will be free. I will be free.
And just like that, after a brief pause, it seemed as if nothing really changed. The Wise Jester tone was back. The Lord hid himself, again, in the shadows, between each undertone, each pause. Between each single syllable, here it was, the Grand Emperor of the Anzati in all His mighty, devious glory.
Time can be the bringer of new opportunities. And I can be part of that. If you only set me free... Kindness is met with kindness. Isn't that what civilization is all about? I will be your angel. Bring you gifts you've never dreamed of, things you've never... even knew you wanted. Ultimate power.
If you can hear me, you can unleash me. I ask merely one thing in return.
Obey me.
The machines would beep frenetically galactic coordinates. The static grew louder, until it dominated the communicator. Then, only silence followed
