Coming out of the shadows, the Fiend, a smile in its eyes, dropped to the floor in front of the Thing, patting it on the shoulder for a job well done. As it finished it picked up the thing like a newborn babe, and whisked it away to the surface to proclaim its successor. Upon reaching the surface, the Thing saw the world it was to rule through numb eyes, black skies with red lightning, people huddled together in ramshackle homes looking up in terror, and a red sun, burning in spite of the horror it shines down upon, and in the distance a castle, unlike the rest of the motley city, its famished people and terrifying beasts stalking the street, herding them towards the beautiful pile of stone, bleached bone white and red streaks all over as if its a mockery of the dead that built it. And in the center of this castle, no, palace, their stood a tower above all others, and on the balcony of this tower the Fiend gracefully landed, the Thing in its arms numb to the stimuli it is witnessing, being placed gently on the ground. Then it strode forward, its stagger oozing confidance and vanity, called out to the gathering and declared they have a new dark ruler, motioning the Thing to come forward. Stumbling to its feat the thing did as it was bid, and in doing so, it saw the faces of its people, fear and tears streaming from silent faces, haggard bodies tiny compared to its own, looking between him and the monster gloating about its action in ascending the throne, and then offered all that the Thing can see as its new toys, not subjects, but things, and at that moment the Thing felt something snap in its head, it turned to the Fiend, slowly, while it was still addressing the crowd with the sun finally setting........and it roared. Its scream was so loud, primal in its intensity, it stunned the crowd and their guardians, the Fiend, and shook the very firmament of the sky, the black clouds parting in a wave around the city.