It's with you everywhere you go. And it was what I was long ago. I used to thrive in the void, silently watching while defending myself from threats. But then… I was taken.
I was the subject of many painful experiments. One form of torture after another. From electric strikes, to not being able to breathe, to being starved. It was pure torture. Then… I couldn't take it anymore.
I burst with radioactive energy, fire everywhere, people were in pain and peril. In that moment, I snapped. I rampaged around, destroying everything, until I eventually got tired and passed out.
When I woke up, everything looked weird. I was back in the void, but it looked… unrecognizable. I was on an actual island with its own population of monsters, and I was their leader.
The destroyer of worlds, living among monsters in harmony with everyone. But that was where I stopped, and was tamed by the other monsters. But in the middle of the night, I ran away.
I forged my own haven, my own place to live. I forged a universe full of my kind… the creators. Find me if you can, I'll be in the darkness. Waiting... waiting… hunting.
I am… Darkrados.
Otherwise known as the destroyer of universes.
But not mine.
Creator Island
