The Crimson destiny; being one who was fated to cut a bloody path throughout history, this title repeated in the text of many races and within many realms. A single man who's name had changed along the passage of time, though he was now known as Demitrius Maximov. A being responsible for the destruction of entire planes, the downfall of kingdoms, nations, and empires throughout many worlds.
Demitrius was the manufacturer of destruction, and ruin, bringing it about in many ways. Some of these unimaginable they were so horrible, others as simple as a mere hurricane, thunderstorm, or tornado. Despite this image he had created for himself, it was not Demitrius who was responsible for this particular act of nature, though he could indeed sense the dark forces at work within this realm.
How interesting, an event so curious that this greater being could not help but to spectate the makings of this magnificently chaotic occurrence. His form merely a silohoutte upon this plain, witnessing this from afar, beyond the blanket of another plane.
The Plane of Pandava, a portal world that connected to many others throughout timke and space. Demitrius' very own dominion, in which he most often resided. A world that was completely under his control, the puppet of his every manipulation. From here he could see, and sense much, even all that occurred within the universe. Merely the physical manifestation that drew it's power from a greater source, there was more to the Crimson Destiny then what one would expect.
Demitrius was a being of utter chaos, capable of acts of both good, and evil...depending upon what served him best. Maintaining the balance of his own plane required such diversity, yet where was the excitement in merely adhering to such a lifestyle? So it was that he went from plane to plane, manipulating those who would allow themselves to be, finding his pleasure through the abuse, and demise of others even beings such as himself. So it had been for century upon century, and so it would continue to be.
A portal of his own creation now manifesting within this particular area of time and space, energy corrugating a few hundred yards from the site of this very forest until the very fabrics of reality were torn to bare passage from his world to their own. Through this gateway a shadow dragon flying forth; this great creature ascended quickly into the darkening sky, almost disappearing as it gained height. What was this creatures purpose? What task had been imparted upon it? The shadow dragons part would soon, and eventually, be revealed.
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