Diagnesius

The Void

   Alone. Adrift. He longed for something, he longed for sentience. He longed for oxygen to feed the flames of his hatred. Part of his consciousness sped ahead of him into the blackness of space. Searching for something, anything to occupy his mind. Time was irrelevant, however the absence of focus was maddening. He had been in slumber for untold spans. His mind imprisoned in the eternal vastness of the void. Several planetoids he had drifted near had drawn his attention. However upon inspection he realized the organisms were primitive things squirming in their own primordial universe. His disappointment was immeasurable. He needed intelligent life to occupy his voracious hunger for pain and fear. His mind focused once again and he wondered how he found himself alone in space. His slumber left him confused and without the sustenance of carnage he found himself slipping again. As if awakened from a nightmare he started.

   Diagnesius!

  The sudden thought of his sister disturbed his slumber the twisted smoke like mass of his physical existence turned and writhed in space, shadow on black velvet barely discernible if anyone had been there to see. His sister was the reason he had been exiled alone into the blackness of space. Away from the intelligent life he craved. He hungered for minds to terrorize and torment. He wished and hoped, to feel. He prayed to his father's, the old ones, his creators to forgive him of the curse his sister had brought upon him. How many times had he questioned his abysmal circumstances? How many times had his realization turned to fury, and then hopelessness, and then slumber. Only to awake again to repeat. His memory was affected, muddied by the curse his wicked sister had doomed upon him.

  Then in an instant he could feel an entire world before him. His advanced consciousness sent him the joyous news that ahead was a world filled with emotion. With barely a thought he reunited with his splinter consciousness despite the immense distance of space. Spread below his smoke and gaseous form a blue marble spun. Something stopped him from reaching down and beginning his feast. The thought of the horror he would instill filled him with more sensations than he had felt since his exile.

  His memory of part of the curse returned to him as if it had been gifted from the void itself. He needed a physical housing to voluntarily allow him to possess their body in order to break the curse. Such a fiendish trick that he could not trust his own memories to serve him. The smoke roiled as he once again realized his pitiful state. The stillness settled over him and he fell into a trance-like slumber.