Zantar - Clash of Worlds

Prologue - "Vultan"

    Somewhere deep within a higher plane, in a realm where abstraction challenges and usurps reality's grasp of itself, there is a stirring. Merely a handful of mortal souls will ever know of its presence across a thousand millenia, fewer still could exist among the constant, turbulent distortions of time and space found there. At a massive table as black as death, a group of near infinitely powerful individuals stare intently at one another from beneath pitch black hoods, eyes glowing brightly with extreme magical essence. The dozens of hooded figures are waiting patiently for the council leader to initiate the next topic of discussion - one they've all been pondering themselves: the disturbance within council member Romulan's dimension.  Each council member is a coalescence of immense power and unimaginable concentration, a soul that's risen high above even what the most zealous religions would have ever considered possible.  Upon reaching this incredible state of being, they are charged with the governance and observation of a specific dimension in space and time by the council leader.  Our story focuses on Vultan's dimension; that of twenty first century Earth and the rise of humanity as the universe's sole proprietor. The other is on Romulan's dimension, where magic and fantasy run rampant and a corrupted soul is rising to extreme power.  Power so boundless it may one day serve to challenge the council.  They sit in the shadows, these gods of continuity, and debate the action - if any - to be taken.

Vultan

    I wondered if the council leader would ever shut his mouth over the intricacies of inter-dimensional law the members of the council were sworn to uphold.  Each and every one of us knew that they were essentially meaningless - a deterrent at best.  I had already infiltrated and studied nearly all  the other dimensions that the council members were bound to govern.  Sad to say, each of them were incredibly boring.  They were either barren of life entirely or sophisticated to the point of self governance and complete sustainability - where is the fun in that?  This job was so much more enjoyable with a little madness seeping its way through.  Luckily, my domain was not so boring.  Humans of my dimension were so... interesting.  They continued to keep me entertained with their atrocities.  Most seemed to lack the rational thought for self preservation of the species, which I both loved and hated.  I loved that they were imperfect, they clashed with each other and utterly destroyed cities of millions over interpersonal confrontations.  The things they did to each other were... horrendously beautiful.  It was simply fascinating to see the walls be built one second and come tumbling down the very next.  I did hate that it seemed that their time in my dimension was limited.  Undoubtedly, their incoherent behavior and innate instinctual flaws would lead to their eventual demise, whether it be through one disaster or the next.  Humans of my dimension were in many ways doomed, and many of the other council members probably knew it.  Tales of their aberrant behavior had made its way around the table before the meeting. I smiled at the thought. 

    Ah, but I do love humans for this reason. 

    My own intentional failures-for-pleasure as a governor were not the topic of discussion for this meeting, though.  Tonight, all eyes and ears lay on the dimension governed by Romulan. 

    What a fool that creature is!  Gifted a dimension of amazing wonders and possibilities, and so much... chaos.  Yet he is close to squandering it away to some demonic presence, ha!  His failures are true while mine are intentional.  I let the humans run amuck for pleasure while he tries and fails to quell the smallest of issues - and now it's turned into a much bigger issue... even I feel the presence building in his domain... 

    I was careful to keep my opinions closely guarded, as this table of beings was possible of incredible feats, including the stealing of thoughts.  It was true though, that the predicament the council finds itself in now was a direct failure of Romulan.  Letting a demonic presence get to the level it currently stood in his dimension was unheard of.  Even the council members that let fate decide their universe's future would intervene to squash the rise of such a being.  If a demon such as this were to be able to challenge the council...  Shudders ran down even my heartless spine.