An incredible distance from Earth, in a star system with a dying star. Only one planet orbits it slowly, a planet so dark that it can barely be seen against the blackness of space. With so little light and such a dark planet, it could so very easily be passed up by prying eyes. 

Just as he wished.

As it fed into its own power, its reach grasping across countless realities, pulling psychic power into itself. All it wanted in life was to feed, and simply experience existence in its own way. 

The Divine's countless eons of hiding had made it crafty. Its silence, immobility, and inaction were slowly driving it to boredom. It made mistakes when boredom sank in, it took risks, it played among the lesser beings. It wasn't to understand them, eternity's silence can drive you mad no matter how powerful you are. With a long and thoughtful plan in mind, The Divine, Wrath, had no plans to lose all of his work because he's gone insane. 

Though a simple war was not enough to occupy himself, not among simple beings at least. If it was going to play among the ants, they would need enough drive and fervor to feed him with their emotion. With so much time at hand, he was given the opportunity to sift through the fear and hatred of infinite worlds. It began at a random point, two universes with the strongest sources of anger that he has ever felt. 

A crippled warrior of immense power, his rage comparable to the wrath of a god. A great source of fresh anger and hatred, Wrath frequently observed this being. Another, an energy user. His anger against a skeletal entity was immense, though perhaps not his own. A winged warrior whose people had been wiped out, his hatred for a king. A daughter whose father lay slain, the girl who turned to darkness for revenge.

Strong anger by lower beings was still only marginally greater than a normal day of anger.

Though, suddenly The Divine noticed something.

A boy who was entirely happy suddenly becoming a surprisingly strong source of hatred and sadness before suddenly being snuffed by a dark ruler. A ruler who preached of war. It had taken him almost two years to find an out, but here it was.

 A deafening roar echoed across the surface of the living planet, innumerable black figures emerged. Looking to the stars in unison, their thorny heads cutting strange shapes against the dark horizon. It grew and grew in volume until it silenced itself sharply, the silence was punctuated by an enormous portal erupting in the space above the planet itself. Not large enough for the planet to pass through, but enough for an army. 

The greatest of the Children of Wrath, The Wanderers. Colossal beasts who were miles long and near as wide. Richters, nine foot tall warriors, loaded into pouches on their sides. Each Wanderer was able to carry hundreds of these. Couriers, small spider-like beasts, crawled underneath the Wanderer's neck and pinned themselves to its flesh. Each Wanderer was equipped with a Baron, the strongest shock troopers underneath the Divine's control. They rode atop the Wanderer's head, holding onto their horn with just one hand.

From the surface of The Divine they went forward into the breach, as they left their worldly origins they revealed their immense numbers. Only the Wanderers can travel space on their own, and even with that limitation, thousands upon thousands of figures cut their dull outlines against the glow of the portal.

Again, Earth was visible to the "eyes" of The Baron who lead the charge. It had been to this world before, though perhaps not [b]this[/b] world. Though their experiences are shared, their bodies are not. And this Baron had a scar from an earthling warrior who wielded an axe of flame, a man that the Divine respected as an equal to his Baron. Perhaps this would happen again, with this warlord who carries such malice. This Baron had been specifically chosen for this day, and only He would make ground on the planet above. 

They unleashed themselves from the portal and into the void between it and the Earth, immediately the Divine was flooded with the fearful emotions of panic. Earth was such a well of emotion, across all universes it was always stronger than most worlds. Humans are such prime vessels for a wide range of negative emotion.

Thousands upon thousands of Wanderers orbited the gateway and floated just above the atmosphere, but one descended to Earth. The Baron who had been on Earth had gone forth. 

The Baron and his Wanderer had struck the atmosphere with force, the friction grew as atmosphere grew thicker and thicker around them. Flames licked against their skin and danced across them, their sonic cone repelling most of the heat, but they were still bathed in a host of flame. Mile upon mile, they descended to the ground below with intense speed and reckless abandon. 

It took minutes for it to finally collide with the Earth's surface, and even though the colossal Wanderer flopped to the ground and roared, flattening a massive crater just outside of the cityscape, The Baron descended from its head with a certain grace. As though the momentum from the fall had no effect on its posture. 

The panic of the city goers was intense, stumbling over eachother and fleeing in absolute terror. Though the army of Richters emerged from The Wanderer, only The Baron strided in towards the city. Its long steps outlined his form perfectly, the loud thump-and-scrape of his talons on the ground were audible despite the screams. 

Its head scanned from left to right slowly contemplating the source of his interest, a ruler. What is a Ruler? Why is a Ruler? The Baron gained his name from Earth, a Baron is a ruler. Is The Baron a Ruler? Perhaps. Perhaps a Ruler is simply one with power, yes. That seems correct. 

Would this Ruler fear him? Or oppose him? What feelings does this man harbor? What goals does this man have? 

Does it matter?

The only thing that matters is continuity. Continuing to feed. Continuing to exist. The Baron nodded as he stomped a man into the ground, his body crunching slightly beneath his metal toes. It hadn't even noticed there was someone who had tripped into his path, it surprised The Baron. It cast its eye downward, lifting its foot up and inspecting his accidental slaughter. Man, young, dark skinned and dark haired. An unfortunate fate for a young man. 

Regret. Was he mourning? Maybe. Problems such as morality were questions that often passed his mind. Even though he knew he must continue living, he knew he must thrive.

Nature. Yes, the course of nature. All predators must kill, though some must scavenge. The Divine scavenges, rarely hunting. What is chaos to the fly is calm to the spider.

Again nodding, he lowered his foot and continued inwards. Stepping through the human crowds, brushing them aside without a thought. Through buildings he strode, shattering windows as he passed through them. Tables and chairs within shops and restaurants, shelves and bottles were destroyed in his slow stride towards the source of his intrigue.

The striding giant was walking at a slow pace, but his incredibly long steps were closing the distance between them. Was this a war? Who could oppose him but the strongest? Was this Ruler the strongest? 

Perhaps, perhaps not.