A tall and lanky figure walked through the barely lighted streets of an unknown city, its steps were slow but due to its height, each step made it traverse a large distance, many of the street lamps didn't function in the first place but everytime it walked past one that did work, the glass would shatter and the light would be extinguished only leaving darkness and a small spot of illumination.
This light was of a deep purple and looked like a gentle flame that rested on the faceless being's forehead, its complexion was pale and had a purplish tint to it, it had no claws and its slow movement made it appear non-threathening, which is why the thugs that were used to some monsters showing up in these parts thought it wasn't a big deal and they died believing so as their skulls were crushed instantaneously, not leaving them the time to speak their one-liners.
The monster's head drooped on each side as it walked, not even bothering the stop its advance or turning its head as it killed the few humans, it had been walking like that for days, killing anything it came into contact with in a similar fashion, causing lights to break and audio waves to stray from their intended paths, just by walking, the monster had caused a great deal of damage.
It's systematic killing of anyone or anything that saw it had allowed it to remain low profile regardless of its actions, it looked as if bad fortune struck people one by one in a line.
For the first time since its manifestation, the monster turned its head toward something, it had failed to crush its head the moment it had felt its gaze.
As of now, after continuing its path for a few days, the monster was inside of woods and checking with its mind, it noticed that the thing it had failed to instantly was pulling its body outside of some kind a magic circle, a weird thing as magic wasn't present at all in this world, it was more about a bit of mind powers here and there.
Meaning that this was an invader from another world or an unwanted presence as they were called by the system.
The being didn't seem to notice the monster's presence at all despite having passed its eyes over its shape, it seemed more focused on everything else, laughing uproariously as it bathed its body in the moon light.
The beings skin was a dark red and it possessed two horns sprouting out of its forehead, pointing at the sky, it also had a rat-like tail of the same color as its body.
By all means, this was your most typical demon, it was shirtless and muscular, laughing at moon and babbling some nonsense in an unknown language as it did some strange and exaggerated movements.
The monster decided to act as it chose to focus on the demonic being but instead of killing it, the monster thought of something else at the last second and instead focused on the demon's mind specifically and instead of twisting its body into a mush of gore, it invaded its mind.
A much easier task than many would have assumed, it must have been lacking in defenses against mind power due to its magical constitution, the mind was taken control of and the monster sent the controlled demon to do its bidding.
For a magicless world, this thing should prove to be an exceptionally strong opponent and even more so when stripped away from its instincts of self-preservation and forced to always give its all despite the damage it would do its body.
In a matter of weeks, the demon was already slaughtering humans, it had most likely been its goal in the first place when invading another world in this way, so allowing it to do so without rest could be seen as a favor.
The monster sat back a bit as the demonic invader did its work for it, as it had thought, the humans of this world couldn't face against a magic user of this caliber, those with mind powers should have been able to inflict great damage on its unprotected mind or even body but due to the monster's interference, their efforts were in vain.
When the demon finally hit its limit, the worldhad alread seen great destruction and swooping in afterwards to finish it off was an easy task for the monster, with all life being effectively gone apart for some microorganisms, the world will dwindled in strength allowing the monster to reach it directly and fully acomplish its mission and end the divergent one.
Another venerer had completed its mission with incredible ease, when compared to other that had taken years to do so, the factor of randomness when a venerer was spawned in a world was not one that could be ignored, based on nothing but fortune a venerer could be granted the power to end a whole world.
However, one shouldn't forget that whatever may be the speed at which a venerer ends a world, a venerer shall always be a venerer, the aspect of the hunt in its most powerful form personified, world killers, monsters meant to destroy world wills, they may not be on the scale of the true world ender but dangerous they were.
Within each and every venerer, as they are one with the orignal, resonates the color of mov, the original is an holder of it and as such each and everyone of them hold it within themselves.
Perhaps it is the reason of this strange mutations or perhaps the venerers simply are capable of developping in these ways.
As each venerer accomplished their mission, they are embedded within the original and also within the mind of the father, as blind and idiotic as the father may be, the father always kept the venerer in a corner of its mind.
Alongside the other holders of the color of mov.