‘Back before everything and nothing there was a spark. From this spark, life was born first. Lush life. Filled with warmth and wonder. It filled every corner of the galaxy. Then the spark created a younger sibling for life, death. Its foil to keep it in line, so as not to over grow the world the spark had made. Stillness and peace, death claimed. For eons life and death have ruled together and have fought against one another. Over and over and over. Never ceasing and always losing. They create and destroy. Cities and deities are raised in their names. Every facet of expression or experiment is dedicated to either or both of them. Everything bowed to each of them, no matter what. Then in some secret forgotten corner of the universe, something stirred. Neither dead nor alive, but something in between.  Something wrong.’  A grimey finger flits the page over, uninterested in the genesis of these so-called Gods. It filtered through the muck before landing on the real prize: the monsters. Demons. Those that don’t fit the little fairy tale the Divinity created. A sick grin twisted its features when the book flops over to land on the image of some twisted, wretched thing. Ripping the page leaves nothing but a streak of blood and filth marring the rest of the holy script.