In the realms of the corruption, a region in the creation that surpassed the rules of what can, could, will and can't ever exist, the creatures of the Corruption existed. Their goal was unknown, many believe to know what they desire to reach, but as usual for anything alive, no one ever questions why. Why does the Corruption want to erase it all, why cause all of this pain?

There are many theories, but no one was ever able to see more of the Puppet Master. He was not one to be read like an open book, nor like a closed one, he was more like of an ancient artifact, locked, sealed, banished and in a million other ways hidden to hide the information from knowledge hungry beings.

Yet, sometimes even this creatures perfect mask of a god among gods would break, revealing more than any sense could ever feel or find out. But even at the supreme one's low, he was not one who made it possible for anything to see him in such a 'pathetic' state. He may be dedicated, some say obsessed, but he was by far no fool.

-Unknown

In the throne room of the Corruption, alone, silent and devoided of almost all live, existed the Corruption, calmly waiting in his prison. He was patient and awaited one last visit from one of his servants, his appointment wasn't unusual, just something that would regularly happen.

Out of the shadow walked out a being that was hidden under a thick brown mantle, hiding his entire body while only revealing his purple eyes and his body structure. His body looked like the one of a small, old and fragile man with a very large hunchback while wielding a simple short and thick walking stick.

The little creature spoke with a dry, almost raspy voice that fitted the one of a very old, but not weak man."Ahh, Master. It is I, your devoted and humble servant who came to transfer the requested amount of energy for your behalf. It is a substantial amount, even if we lost one of our best gatherers, but not much to worry about, she was not powerful enough to be considered much of a loss."

The devoted servant pulled out a crystal the size of a seed, but this crystal was nothing ordinary, no. The jewel was pure negative emotion, concentrated to the highest amount possible. Black as the night, only its outlines were visible, darker than the blackest heart and more powerful than a thousand suns.

The small crystal slowly and steadily floated towards the new and rightful owner of the negative emotioned. When the object was ten feet in front of the master, it was absorbed by an for the almost invisible barrier like a waterdrop was swallowed by an ocean.

The Corruption said calmly as it knew he didn't have to show authority to one of his oldest and most loyal servants."Samuel, you did good work, continue serving me and you shall see the fruits of my plans. You all shall see the perfect creation that I was able to lay my eyes on for such a small amount of time."

Samuel looked at his Master with hope and determination. Hearing that his Master was willing to share his life work with such a lowly creature was for him as if a sick, amputee beggar would become the next ruler of the world. Samuel bowed his head and thanked his master."I-I am most thankful for hearing this from you, my lord. I shall leave you to your plans so, my go, farewell." In with that, he exited the hall as fast as he could with his short legs.

Once Samuel was gone, the Corruption sighed loudly as a soft bang could be heard from the sphere that was around the Corruption, his prison. The mighty creature stayed like this for several seconds until groaning in annoyance and turning around and walked towards the center of his prison.

Time was different from place to place, sometimes it was faster, other times slower and rarely it didn't even exist, like in the personal quarters of the Master. Just as you would expect, there was nothing there... and that would be precisely what a fool would say.

In truth, if you would see the essence of the surroundings with a bit more care, you would see that there was one room that was glowing with power, perfect balance between all existing elements, almost even alive. The Corruption didn't bother with visiting his sleeping chamber at the moment, not that the god-like creature ever used it to sleep in it at all.

He walked towards the door with great pace, but once in front of it, he stopped, hesitant, carefully, slowly and steadily did he open the door, was it worry, precaution or maybe even fear that made him hesitate? No, it was more of a pause to gather himself, just for the sake of being calm.

Once he entered the room, he stood in an empty space made out of a colorless material, but every creature that could sense power saw that in fact the colors, the smells, each individual particle of all atoms changed and emitted, almost hummed something that could be compared to a soft melody.

The attention of the Corruption shifted from space to space until he found what he was looking for. A picture, a drawing not even a prophecy or legacy could not even describe what was drawn in front of the omnipotent being. The master closed his eyes for a moment while collecting his thought before even he dared to look at it again.

The picture showed a creature that surpassed all by such a length, omnipotent, almighty and godly combined was an insult to its real power, but around it, was pure nothingness. Pure nothingness, something even the Corruption feared, it was, like the name said, nothingness in a state of being aware and alive, consuming all, assimilating everything, a threat even too mighty to be defeated by the great one.

The nothingness, after an unmeasurable amount of time, was slowly consuming the great one, bit by bit until there would soon be nothing left. But then, the Great One acted and used his powers in one last attack to finish it all. The god of all broke itself into two pieces and releasing all of its power in less than the smallest measurable amount of time.

The power was strong enough to purify all that existed back then, freeing it from the chains of the all-consuming monstrosity and what it revealed to the two pieces was the perfection of creation. All where nothing once was, now was the perfect matter, live and matter power and knowledge, all in harmony existing and even living together.

The two pieces soon witnessed the break of a new era, a better age, one where perfection and harmony were all. The two of them spend several trillions of years in the perfect realm, The two of them kept everything even, nothing would be less, and nothing would be more.

But one of the brothers soon decided that this perfection was not what he wanted things to be, he wanted things to change, no matter the cost. The pure world was not perfect in his eyes, he desired more, no matter how much the equal tried to talk him out of it, he didn't care, even if harmony and perfection, would never, ever be in be equal again, he still set his plans in motion...