Voidrend Bastille!

A realm of space where no god is allowed to step in except the Almighty himself.

Thousands of years of Darkness and Void. 

Zepharion stirred from his stillness after thousands of years. A light, barely audible thud penetrated the thousands of years of emptiness. Someone's coming! Zepharion felt a strange sense of excitement creeping in his soul. 

He wasn't aware of the time he had been in this emptiness. As far as he could remember, only this empty darkness was on his mind except for the unknown sense of rage seething deep in his heart. Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? He didn't have the answers for these questions.

Just that, Anger! Frustration! Emptiness and sometimes an endless sadness. That's all he had to accompany him. Now, hearing another's footsteps and breathing, it's like something had disturbed his deep slumber. He was excited yet, dejected at the same time.

"Hello?!", A curious, milky voice sounded. Almost as if it was a teenage child. Zepharion cluelessly tilted his head as he instinctively looked for the source of that tiny voice. "Are you there? My father said that you're evil creature, locked up in here for 5000 years~"

Unable to comprehend what the voice was saying, Zepharion just focused on tracing the source of the voice as it echoed all around him. 

"Hehe~ He's always like that! Always trying to scare me with his empty words! You must be someone powerful. Can I see you?~" The voice echoed again with Zepharion growing more frantic as his efforts went futile.

"You're not saying anything?~ I'll come in then~"

Not long after, thousands of years of unanswered questions finally found their way out as a streak of brightness penetrated the darkness from above. With the sudden invasion of light, Zepharion involuntarily brought his palms to his eyes that were already used to the darkness around for the past 5000 years.

"Elyon!!! NO!!!", A more mature voice tight with exasperation echoed around him as the streak of brightness that penetrated his space expanded.

Zepharion, not knowing what he should do, not aware of what he was doing, simply decided to follow his instincts. His two legs becoming four, he rushed towards the chance that he'd never be able to get even in another 5000 years.

It was an unwritten belief among the celestial gods... Every 5000 thousand years, a huge calamity would descend upon the universe, wreaking havoc, destroying both good and evil.

Maybe, Another Era of Destruction is on it's way, breaking out of it's clutches!