In the realm known to many as Heaven, there was constructed a throne room. It's difficult to apply to it an exact size, description, or age... such human concepts had little meaning in Heaven. But it was fairly safe to say that it was fairly big. It did, after all, house the Courts of Light. The small group of Gods who kept balance in the universe. Or at least, tried to.
Recently, Heaven had been under siege by forces from Hell, and forces from other dimensions. The walls between the hyperboards were breaking down, and Hell was eager to claim the Earth as it's own in the ensuing chaos. It was war. And the remaining members of the Courts of Light were certain that it had something to do with the sudden absence of the X and the V, in addition to Ry-Chard, the Watcher... the middle ground between the two.
When such cosmic forces disappear, and then havoc ensues which could very well mean the end of the world on Earth, it was not good news.
Inside the throne room, alone, there sat a being who had been known at various times as Rypta Gud'n and Daniel Elwyn Boy, but was now generally referred to as The Rhymer.
He had once been a God. Then he was a man. And now he was a God again. He wasn't sure which suited him better.
Recently, he had spent most of his time fighting. Fighting interdimensional creatures. Fighting the hordes of Hell.
And now, he was resting.
Not because he was lazy. Or too tired to go on. Simply because the fight didn't need him. It had almost finished.
The forces which had amassed at the gates of Heaven in recent months had almost all retreated. A few stayed, desperately trying to break into Heaven, but it was nothing that the perimeter guard couldn't handle.
This action by the enemy forces had prompted Dan into pulling most of Heaven's forces out of Hell, where they had been trying to stage a similar coup, simply with the roles reversed. There didn't seem to be any point anymore.
If the forces of evil had retreated from Heaven, that could mean only one thing.
The fight was not over. Such creatures had no concept of quitting. No... the fight had merely moved. Dan was certain that they were regrouping, and preparing to resume the fight elsewhere. To take the direct approach to their planned conquest of the mortal plane.
The fight would move to Earth. Heaven and Hell were irrelevant locations in the coming battles. The war between good and evil... between Heaven and Hell... between order and chaos... between the X and the V... would soon shift to Earth. To the mortal plane. It would very well mean the coming of the apocalypse.
The signs had already appeared. The dimensional barriers had broken down. Creatures from various hyperboards had begun to invade each other. Soon, the entire war would spill all over Earth.
And, however much faith he had in them, Dan sincerely doubted whether the protectors of humanity would be able to handle it.
He was worried.
