@supertinykingAs the One descended onto the world of Tor-6, it would find something odd, and yet horrifyingly familiar. For even as it approached, it could feel it's resolve faltering, terrible destructive forces tearing at it's skin. Marching onwards, it arrived at the source of the sensation, a single point. It was the size of an atom, impossible to see with mere human eyes. And yet, to a being of arcane capabilities, it was like a beacon of light. It was a portal, of such diminutive size that nothing of value could be passed through it, and far too dangerous to expand. And yet the One would know exactly where it lead, and why it's mere presence caused fear even in a being of such power as itself. For the very ground seemed to disintegrate from it's presence, the very atmosphere decreasing as the laws of thermodynamics were shattered. For what lay beyond the portal was the one place where no being, god or mortal, may step carelessly, the one universe in a multiverse of endless possibilities where none may trespass, even with the power to shape reality itself.
And, if one were to listen closely, if you were to place your ear near the portal, and risk the tremendous destructive energies within, you might begin to hear a tune. A soft, wilting song, that could only barely be heard, as if the player were in a different building, and you were listening through the walls. And it was a sad song that was heard.
Such was the 'gift' of the Chaos Gods. Such was their cruel mercy, their ironic charity. For they never truly gave, they merely offered. They implied, alluded to a greater reward, but they didn't do charity. Nothing was for free, and for every miracle there was a price tag. And some people just need to be reminded of that fact. Sometimes, a reminder must be brutal.
