Legacy - The First
Note from the Author: This is something I cooked up late at Night. It is meant to be a Primer for something I am planning. Some Backstory was needed. I do realize that there is little detail, however due to the Nature of things described here, I decided that Detail wasn't needed. After all, it is only a basic set up so you can know where things came from later. If there is call for more of this particular series of events, I'll try and cook something up, but know that this part is left ambiguous on purpose.
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Long... long ago... when the Universe was still new... the First warred. Having Evolved without opposition, they grew fast... spreading through the stars... conquering everything, unopposed. Their race was peaceful and prosperous. Until they ran out of room. Nothing challenged them... their Technology was complete. Ruled by their Primarchs, each with a different nature.
A Dozen Primarchs. Each ruling a section of the Universe... Until the Birth of a Thirteenth. Leviathan, who took the Center as his own. Leviathan had looked at his people, and seen the decay. The Entropy. His civilization was falling apart from the inside, and no one could see it. His people had gone unchallenged for too long, and had grown too comfortable. They were slowing down... settling... stopping. Their innovators basked in long forgotten glory.
Leviathan was the last Child born to his Race. A Race that no longer had a lifespan, and would decay forever. The youngest by hundreds of thousands of years.
Born as a Primarch. Destined to Rule. Leviathan became known as The Devourer... it began innocently enough. He tore through every form of media that his race had with a voracous hunger for knowledge. Then he began to spread from there. He developed his own technology, completely different from anything The First had seen before, his mind afire with innovation, and it frightened the Elder Primarchs. Leviathan was growing Fast... before they knew it, Leviathan had taken control of entire systems... culminating with him Seizing control of The Center. The Center of their Civilization.... the Center of the Universe... Everything. It sparked a War... the First War. The Last War the First would ever know.
They had never Warred before... none had ever Challenged the Primarchs before. It began sloppy... but The First were powerful and intelligent. They learned. It quickly grew... each side developing powerful Weaponry. Twelve Primarchs against One.
It was terribly one sided. Against the Twelve. Leviathan had developed technology that Devastated all that The First had created... able to turn their weapons against them... consume them. Leviathan was able to directly manipulate Matter and Energy... Devouring it and changing it at his Will. He grew powerful... he grew in Size... The Primarchs fear was rising... they began to grow desperate. Eventually... as Leviathan took control over half the Universe, after the Primarchs had been losing ground for Centuries... they finally managed to stop him.
The Primarchs Weaponized Black Holes... managing to steal Leviathan's Energy and Mass... for nothing could touch him, so they would take it all away. Even with this new technology, the War was Brutal. Leviathan still struck out, even as they bit at his hide, stung him... but he knew that they were going to win this War through simple Attrition. Each bite they took, he grew weaker... but he would not be stopped. He burned them. He Destroyed them. He set the Universe Ablaze. All would Wither before him, and as he began to fade, as he pulled back, nothing but devastation would be left behind.
The First would defeat him, but he would take them down with him... until Nothing remained but the Twelve, and himself. Nothing but ash and ruin.
The Twelve stood before Leviathan, having finally backed him in to a corner, surrounded in the very Center of All.
"You brought this on yourselves..." Leviathan spoke, his form Pulsed with Energy... far from the Glory he once Wielded, but each of the Twelve had their own scars as well. They could not kill him... Leviathan had made certain. He could not reach them, they had him pinned.
"It is Over... you have Doomed us All." Spoke Chronos.
"You Betray yourself, He of Ages... for you have done naught but prolong this Age, allow it to grow old and weak." Leviathan shook his head at the Eldest of them all.
He looked from all of them, each had failed in their Duties... their Purpose... and it was up to him to bring it all to an End... He began to glow, "Let us end this, Brothers." he said, his voice carrying the weight of his Heavy Heart. He had to end this... or they would rebuilt their ruins... and all would Decay forever once more.
All Twelve, Coreus, Syrus, Chronos, Hyperius, Ipater, Memnesus, Oseanrus, Pheoron, Rheus, Teylus, Thea, and Temnark stood before him... and they all lashed out at once. Leviathan stopped them all with a wave of his hand, deflecting their attacks, for even in his weakened state, they cannot kill him. The Primarchs stepped back... and held out their Staves, each held a Darkness at the top.
"Devourer... it is only fitting that we give you this Prison... you have left us no choice..." With that, each Primarch Struck their staff, and the Black Holes grew... Anchored in place, surrounding Leviathan on all sides. Their Gravitational Fields pulling him in all directions, but keeping him in place.... the Staffs embedded in the Center of each Anchored the Holes to Leviathan, preventing him from moving or being pulled in, but keeping him forever in place.
He could not reach out, for even light was stolen from him. A precarious balance he was left in, but the perfect prison. So long as none interfered.
For now... he was there for all time... The Primarchs... Dead... Leviathan Trapped... and Universe a Smoldering Ruin.
However, Life would always find a way. Eventually... the fires died... the Ashes proved Fertile... and new life grew.