Father is a funny word when it comes to cosmic beings. Nobody really knows who is related to who and how they got that way. Things work differently in the cosmic arena. I suppose you could say that my Dad is Cyrodin. It is acceptable enough, but only by his choosing.

I am an extremely powerful chaos elemental. But when it came to the bigger picture I was nothing more then a drop in the bucket. On the brink of death so early in life. I was saved by a strange creature. She gave me much power and some of her own malign traits to add to my own. We had some good times, if you can call them good times. Well, they were not bad. I don't remember much of how it went down, but apparently somebody attacked us. And destroyed her. My father was the one who saved me from the attackers, and after that moment we traveled the multiverse together, destroying everything that reminded us of that fateful day.

Then, oddly. Cyrodin vanished.

I was left alone in this dark place, my life was my own. So I went to another world and intended to destroy it just like I had done the others. When I went there though. I had found that indeed I had done very little destruction. It was all him. I felt so powerless all of the sudden. How could I carry on the work on my own. All of my thoughts were then halted as from my dark place I spied upon this creature walking down a lonely road. I decided to go introduce myself and mimicked her form the best I could, not exactly though. It was something of my own design. I stepped out into reality and stood before her.

She seemed off guard and almost went into a panic, and screamed. Well I could not have this now could I. Sighing at the pitiful creature's strength. I destroyed her by means of consumption. She tasted quite good. Not to say she didn't struggle. It was rather enjoyable.

The world would be my buffet table and nobody could stop me. Perhaps this was my destiny after all. If that were so, I didn't mind at all. So some time goes by on this planet and my power grew. Soon the underworld was mine and the connections to the ones in power were like blood vessels, only instead of blood, corruption flowed freely infesting the minds of the leaders of the people. However there was a religious group that was able to deny everything I was offering. Just because they could deny it did not mean they were the shining example of morality. No, these were just as wicked as I was. Maybe even more.

I was fairly confident in my powers, but it was my downfall. On a business meeting with some clients. I was ambushed. All of us were captured, they were killed on the spot and I tried to defend myself, but I found my power had left me for some unknown reason. The fight was a short one as I was drained of all my strength.

I awoke in a deep dark cell somewhere. Lost to time and everything I knew. I was bleeding, at least I think I was. I couldn't see anything. I could hear the voices though, some wanted to just kill me. Others wanted to torture me for an indefinite period of time, then force me to give up my empire. I did not want to do either, but what choice did I have?

The voices were then all stopped by a strange knocking on a door. This place was secret apparently. Nobody knew where it was supposed to be, so this was some what startling. I suppose they answered the door.

"Hello. I am here to make this fine group of men, a deal." There was a silence for a time then an answer. "Very well, come in. Lets talk." There was shuffling of feet and the closing of a door. "You have something of mine that is very important to me. I suggest you give it back. In return for you cooperation. I will allow you to keep your lives." The new voice said. I had no idea who it was but I hoped he was on my side.

"You think that you are in a spot to make demands of us. We don't know how you found us, we don't care. Now you will never leave though." There was the distinct sound of guns clicking faintly. "I take it the answer is no. Excellent. I rather enjoy completely overpowering pathetic losers like your self, the choice is entirely up to you. One last chance." I heard the mystery man say and I could imagine the smile on his face as he said it. I know there was one on mine.

Shots rang out then, several of them and I could hear the bullets just bouncing off of something. Then there were thuds against the wall and the scent of blood came from the crack of the door. Then there was nothing.

My Chains shattered and what ever it was that was draining my powers, must have been destroyed somehow. Rising up and standing I could now see everything moving towards the exit and ready to thank my rescuer I opened the door and saw a bloody scene that far surpassed my own carnage and skill. And a figure in black standing in the middle of it all. "You should really be more careful." Was all he said, then he turned and walked out the way he came, smashing the door as he walked through it.

"Wait!" I cried running after him, but it was too late. He was gone and the energy trace left behind I could tell. The only one that kind of energy could belong to was my father. I bowed my head and said a silent thanks to him. Then I returned to my stronghold.

I was a foolish child in my youth. This was not the only time he had to come to my rescue because of the things I did. Despite his distance. He was always watching over me. Making sure I was ok. Other tales of his intervention will be recorded later on.