The History of the Last Great Time War

Hell

          Eventually, the War became a Reality Hell, where all possible dimensions mixed into one distorted illusion, its inhabitants fighting an endless and pointless war. Imagine a Hell, not just hell, but Hell. The Universe was a billion billion times worse than what you could possibly imagine, the heart of the Hell located on Gallifrey tearing it apart. The Last Great Time War had gotten many infamous names, the Last War in Heaven, the Eternal War, the War to end all Wars, but most commonly the War. The Gates of Elysium, the border between space-time, had collapsed recently, but it technically really collapsed a long, long time ago due to the space-time continuum. It threatened, no it would, utterly annihilate creation itself, everything becoming a nothing, however impossible but somehow possible in these extreme temporal circumstances.

Rassilon wanted to win the war against all costs.

"10 Billion years of Time Lord history. I will not let this perish! I. Will. Not." , an enraged Rassilon spat out at the Council.

Everyone sat back, not wanting to be erased from time by Rassilon's Gauntlet. He had already done this to many disappointing marshals and generals who lost more than 1/2 a battle. Yes, the War had gotten to a point where numerals couldn't define...things. Both the Time Lords and the Daleks used time travel to manipulate battles, reversing the tide. At its heart millions die(d) every second. Lost in bloodlust and insanity. With Time itself resurrecting them to find new ways of dying, over and over again. A travesty of life.

"I must unleash...The King of Time! The only being capable of manipulating the...War without the use of technology!"

The King of Time was a god-like being worshipped by many races, including the primitive humans. After Rassilon's new surge in power and control, however, like many other temporal races, were either killed of kept captive to maintain Time Lord temporal superiority. Rassilon tormented it so much...it became a nothingness, just a small sample of actual, normal space-time relative to its surroundings of Hell. Or so Rassilon thought...

"Bring it in!"

Two guards equipped with full body plastoid covering stepped in with a transparent box the size of a car, buzzing and humming with an activated anti-temporal disturbance shield. There wasn't really anything. Only a shadow...