• The Rift is all knowing, all seeing, and has absolutely no control over anything. Life stems from it and life returns to it after death. What The Rift did not expect was the humans. A thousand years had passed after their initial landing on the surface of the world The Rift guarded.
    At first The Rift was content to watch the survivors struggle to adapt to their new home. For a hundred years they rebuilt, repopulated, and regressed. The technology that had brought them to the planet was lost to them as each generation was born.
    All seemed well, until the humans decided to no longer just survive. They stated with the trees, clearing them by the hundreds. This left barren land which they then tilled in to fields that they could grow crops in. As structures went up, permanent establishment were founded. The humans could now live in an area for prolonged periods of time. They would eat at the area like a festering wound.
    Content that the humans would only be capable of small colonies at best, The Rift did nothing to interfere. Two hundred years passed and the humans continued to populate and thrive. Their small villages turned in to towns, the towns in to cities. Before too long, the world was pockmarked with their taint. At this rate, they would be a disease that would kill the world.
    Not knowing exactly what to do, The Rift watched helplessly as they began drilling deep in to the world and extracting rich oils and rocks. Stood in horror as they slaughtered animals by the thousand to feed their fattening bellies. Yet still, The Rift was a passive entity and had no direct means to intervene. The world it watched over would die and so to would The Rift.
    After one thousand years of 'prosperity,' the humans were at a peak in their development. The Rift was in ruins, each year stretching it thinner and thinner. The world screaming for vengeance. For a decade The Rift thought of a means to remove the human taint without the ability to directly intervene. On an abnormally cold day in winter, The Rift found the solution.
    Being unable to directly intervene didn't limit involvement, it just restricted The Rift from removing the human threat directly. To meet this end, The Rift chose a vassal. The vassal was yet to be born. Although, he was to be born this very day on this very hour. As the woman fell to the throws of the contractions, The Rift built a conduit of direct power in to the unborn child. Creating a second, unseen, umbilical cord that would replace the other cord once removed. The Rift would use this conduit to feed the child direct power.
    As dawn approached, the mother pushed one last time and the child was born. The cold air made the child appear as if it were smoldering as the conflict between heat and cold fought to gain control of the skin. Quickly, the doctor snipped the cord and let it fall away. He began wrapping the child in a blanket and dabbing away the gore that was left from the birthing. What went unseen was the quick healing of the naval and a slight glow as the bond was formed between the child and The Rift.
    The doctor placed the child in its mother's hands, she looked down lovingly and was shocked to see the child had no color in it's skin. Where her and her husband's hair was light, this child's was as dark as the night. She gasped when the eyes parted to show two red eyes staring up at her...knowingly.
    "Kil-sind, come quick. I think something is wrong," she said suddenly afraid.
    "What is it, Clow-ree?" her husband prompted.
    They both gaze down upon their new son and were afraid. The doctor shook his head, shocked as they were. Only as a mother would, she quickly disregarded the abnormality. Instead replacing shock with happiness that their child was healthy. "We shall name him Clow-kil, in respect for our elders. May he bear our name proudly in to the world," she said with a slight smile.
    She began to hand the baby off to the doctor, exhaustion starting to claim her. Now is the time to grieve, the time of death is at hand, repent humans for I will not relent in the suffering you shall feel for destroying my precious world. The mother paused, the baby suspended in the air between her and the doctor. The blanket fell away, the child stayed aloft. Garbed only in a cloak of shadows, the baby began to grow before their eyes. After a brief flash the child, as he was no longer a baby, collapsed to the floor.
    The red eyes locked on to the mother's eyes. A smirk appeared on the lips of Clow-kil. Tapping in to The Rift, he formed a vacuum within the very confines of the room. Anchoring himself in to the world, Clow-kil did not move an inch. The vacuum started to pull the room inwards. It started out weak at first, sucking only small objects and drawing them in - whereupon they imploded. Soon the vacuum was raging at a strength that was able to move even the heaviest objects in the room, including his mother and father.
    Kil-sind called out to his wife, made a lunge and was barely able to grab her. The doctor was so fortunate, his lone weight wasn't enough to stop the pull and he flew helplessly in to the living vortex. As he got near the center, his body folded inwards upon itself. He started to scream but was quickly cut off as his head snapped backwards, crushing his trachea. The scream was replaced with a gurgle as blood surged out his mouth. One strong legs snapped like twigs as they were pulled backwards as well. In matter of seconds the doctor was reduced to a mass of gore and then nothing at all.
    Both parents stared in disbelief at the scene before them. Standing at its center was their son, his face devoid of emotion. Betraying nothing of how he felt, Clow-kil willed the vacuum to become stronger. His mother cried out as her husband's grip finally failed her. She was swept away and quickly crushed. Kil-sind's eyes opened wide and was swept to follow her to her fate. His legs were the first to enter the vacuum. Feet were quickly crushed like paper, bones breaking through the skin before they were also sucked inwards. Shin bone splintered and flattened as they were also 'consumed' by the vacuum.
    Just as he was expecting his thighs to explode in a pain, it stopped. The vacuum was there one second and gone the next. Kil-sind opened his eyes and looked up, grinning in pain. Above him was Clow-kil. You will serve as a message to the masses. Let them know I come for them. Kil-sind felt the thought more than he had heard it. He shuddered and passed out from the pain. Clow-kil turned and left the room, leaving behind a crippled father and a bare room.
    On the coldest night of the winter, a child was born to be the physical manifest of the rage that The Rift had built over a thousand years. In the night sky, the moon was cast in a crescent shadow. Let this be the symbol that his avatar was on the world. With a thought, the moon turned red. The humans viewed upon this with confusion, but soon they would know it as the symbol for their death. It had begun. The undoing was at hand.