It had been many of years ... hell centuries since the last time they had seen light, and it was do to that damned woman all those years ago she had to just intervein she just couldn't leave well enough alone. It angered The Evening Star, for they had been locked away with this damn void an ever endless nightmare of a time loop the ever constant remembrance of their failure it was that anger that allowed them to final break those god forsaken chains that held him within that plain, thankful Neo was still a good little servant and had devised a plan with his most trusted general to free him and to reset the human balance to allow Vesper Drayden to rebuild the world in his image the image of the prefect being.. one that shall bring the Gods the titans to their knees, and all they had to do now was wait for the prefect evening, the Twilight of the Gods Festival the one singular night where the gates between plains are the weakest. But first he needed to get the god forsaken ring off his damned finger otherwise they would know where he was at. Vesper felt it, he knew the blackening of the sun was to be upon them... for a very small window of chance, , Vesper for years had tried to get the godforsaken ring off his finger he had tried every ounce of magic in which he had been given he had been trying to take the power from the very void... A grey orb had begun to form wrapping itself around Vespers finger feeling the pull the ripping and tearing of ligaments and tendons in the finger watching as the blood begun to run down his hand, raveling in the pain... as the magic fades Vesper looks down at his finger and notices that the ring in which was placed on his finger, screaming in anger knowing that at some point someone is going to have to get this god damn ring off...
Xavier needed to die it was the only way to free him from the hell in which they are currently in.. Vesper Drayden needed to get out he needed to escape to cleanse the world of its illness the world and people within it need to be cleansed and taught the correct way to leave... to worship and give their lives to the Evening Star the one to rule them all. The Evening star would be pleased.

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Origin of The Evening Star
FantasyThe Beginning, the start of the second war of Ludella, the rerise of the Evening Star