Epiloge: Vengeance
At the universal endpoint sits a rather large, foreboding structure rumored to have been built by the gods themselves. The tops of it's four adjoined ivory towers burn consistently with cosmic energy. The tops of the walls were lined with grotesque statuary. The building itself sat on a large, flattopped piece of land, held stationary between two black holes. It's purpose, not to keep people out, but to keep them held within. This, was The Asylum. It was in front of this imposing edifice that Vengeance now found himself.

As he looked upon the structure, the front gate opened and lowered, drawbridge like, to allow access. Vengeance revved his motorcycle and drove inside. As if by instinct, Vengeance guided his bike down the silent hallways until he came to a massive doorway. Two large stone doors stood before him. The doors opened in front of him as he approached and Vengeance entered the chamber within.

At the end of the chamber sat a massive desk, presided over by a tall, thin (one might almost say, gaunt. Almost.) man with long, white hair and a stern countenance. He wore black robes and had an overall look of judgment about him. His name, to some, was Mortis.

Mortis raised his head slightly, as Vengeance entered the room, and a slight gleam could be perceived in his eyes. "Welcome, Spirit. You are no doubt wondering why I have drawn you here, at this time." Vengeance stood and removed his helmet, exposing his scarred visage (though, if you were to ask him why he did this now, he would not be able to say). "There is vengeance to be meted out on Earth! The being known as Naecken must. . ."

"Worry not about Naecken. Your friends will deal with him. You have another purpose. A higher purpose, one that must not be tempered with the day to day affairs of mortal men." Mortis looked upon Vengeance in full. "You are a mighty warrior and servant of your cause. But you are aimless. A slave to your urges with no direction behind them. I will give you that direction. You will work for me, and your need for Vengeance will be fulfilled. Your human host will have a place to rest and grow strong when you are not needed. Surely you have noticed that your constant travels were destroying him?"

"I. . .had not. . ." The being once known as Leshi Un, considered Michael Ringo's existence, or lack of it, since they had been bonded together. "There is much to what you say, dark one. You serve the powers that enable me to deal out punishment to those that are deserving of it?" He asked Mortis.

"I do, indeed. Who do you think has charged me with this task of my own? To preside over and keep here, the universally insane?" Mortis held out an arm and images of the Asylum's inmates became known to Vengeance. Their cries of madness oddly familiar to the Spirit. Those same sounds he had heard from the vicims of his own brand of justice.

"Then, I will aid you." he finally replied. putting his demonic helm back on.

Mortis smiled wickedly. "It. . .is good."