015 - Pawn of The End

The End is the least known of the four Titans. Like its brothers, it is madness given purpose, the penultimate avatar of one Great Concept. In his form, the end of all things is combined. He is not as god of death, for death is just the end of living things – he is neither the god of entropy, for entropy is merely a notion of all system slowly but surely losing their energy. The End is more – it is the self-destructive drive, the desire of all things to just cease. Existence is constant pain. Things touched by time feel the pendulum of each second slice away at their beings. Timeless entities struggle under the constraints of the physical bonds. The very atoms thrum from within with unbound potential, caged to their own being. Everything suffers, and suffering ends only with complete and absolute oblivion. And so comes The End, the madness of suicide, the dreams of finality, the scream for the only true freedom. It does not march to war like its brothers does, but sometimes it spills the tendrils of it’s universal desire to the realmspace, forming smaller, sluggish forces, well known for their unyielding resilience and terrifying, ominous silence. No cackling can be heard from them. No lunatic gibberish or cajoling of the delirious. Entities spawned from The End great dream trudge against the barriers of reality with silent resignation, a touch of cold, overwhelming ennui. They will fight. They will perish. That is their lot. That is their figment of life as given by their uncaring master.