The House of Worlds

Milennia Ago...

A dark figure, cloaked in shadows darted across the sand dunes, bringing Its curse with It. Cursing everything It touched. The moon looked on with fear as the figure flew over the earth, Its cloak of curses streaking out behind It like a splatter of ink. The stars hid when the figure came near them, shutting out the light. The earth cringed when it felt It's cloak dragging along the earth's skin, forever leaving It's horrible mark. The figure slowed down, seeming to look for something. It paused outside of a mysterious building. Looking left and right, It searched for anything suspicious watching. Once It was sure the coast was clear, It slipped unnoticed into the House of Worlds.

Once safe inside the cursed house, the figure pulled off Its hood. A waterfall of straight, jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders, as if oil were being poured over her head. The fall of tar didn't stop until it was nearly to her knees. She turned slowly, revolving on her heel. Her superior gaze wandered throughout the house, looking at everything she saw with pride. Her eyes that changed color with every second, gleamed red with satisfaction at the beautiful creation. Her lips, stained with blood, curled from her teeth in a hideous, infectious smile. Pale, beautiful hands peered through the cloak of darkness. She slowly walked through the house, knowing that she was safe here, in her portal. It would bring her to any dimension; anywhere she pleased. She knew this was possible because it was she who had built this marvelous machine.

She built a door in the hallway of the House to enter, and a House in its place in which she wanted to go. She had just built a new portal. She was ready to try it. She walked down the hallway, looking for the new door. She had memorized where all of the doors went. She knew where it was. Once she found it, she took an ancient bronze key out of her cloak. It glinted slightly in the flickering candlelight. She took it between her two pale fingers and unlocked the door. Turning the cold, rusted knob with broken fingers, she slowly pushed the door open, the door squealing as it shut on its rusty hinges behind her. Her eyes, covered by the hood, were revealed to the scene around her as she lowered the hood off of her head. Her eyes widened in horror. The dimension had been destroyed. The Masters had found it. Everything she saw before her was slowly vaporizing, like water vapor coming off of a boiling pot of water. It looked like a paper which the ends of had been lit on fire; the ashes crumbling, burning, then falling away. Towns, people, they were all vaporized in seconds, blowing away through the wind, creating a cold mist that was being taken into the sky where the Masters indulged on a pleasant meal. The mist was coming straight at her. Her voice caught in her throat with fear and anger as she became closer to never existing in the first place. Whipping around, she worked furiously to find the key and enter the House. The mist was coming closer and closer.

"Join us," the miserable people screamed as their last words before they were dissolved into nothingness, "You can't escape back into your precious House of Worlds."

She only screamed once.