-Mother-

My hands couldn't stop shaking. The, Thing, that had taken my boy from me had come to pay a visit. I allowed it into my home because I had no way to actually stop it. The keywords involved making sure my Damian would have a better chance at survival. It had spoken with me for an hour, detailing several ways I could help Damian. This included 'Item Packages' that could be sent through the mail when it fully opened up for Earths Residence through the System.

The fact this was a form of cheating was why I could never say it aloud outside of his presence. He said something about using the ten percent of the System dedicated to him to prevent eavesdropping from others of his kind. That part had confused me, but I understood now. At least a little, he was making things harder and more difficult to prepare my son for whatever he had planned. No matter what I asked he never elaborated, only gave me a set order to send each of those packages to Damian in a weeks time. In return, all the funding for them would be taken care of by him through more mundane means.

I took a shaking sip of my coffee, terrified about just what the Lumarian had planned for Damian. Looked at the headline for the muted news channel only made it more frightening. 'Africa purged of all Human life. Are we next?'

-Xal'gul-

Floating aimlessly in the oceans of this planet reminded me so of my home. I came here, the Atlantic they called it when I wished to think. To debate my choices, if they were truly for the best and not another odd setting that the System itself set in motion. It had done so before, according to records from others. Forging hope before allowing it to be crushed. It had become a bit of a philosophical debate among my kind, what remained of us, exactly why it did this. We learned that trying to discern the motivations of the System, a literal God, were beyond us. Still, we tried though.

I had taken a risk by going to see the Mother and grant her the knowledge she would need to increase the chances of the 'Hero' surviving. There were other seedlings that would be nurtured from my section of Earth, of course, one could never use a single arrow. The problem lay in I could not force another into the Hell difficulty set to periodically increase as I did with Damian. In time it would become something worse than Hell...I would have to hope the little Human was prepared for the Systems true nature. Until then I would continue with my plan. More so now than ever, the Ixian was coming. His impending arrival was against all recorded knowledge of his movements. It had to do with either a desire to consume more of my kind or to rid another planet of the Human-like creatures his people had once hunted to extinction on his own planet, long since destroyed by his own hand.

Ultimately it didn't matter though. Time was needed now, to by that time I would be the first to begin purging sections of Earth. I'd guided a younger of my kind in charge of the place known as Africa into purging all Human life from the continent. The animals 'below' them were more interested and allowed to leave. Another part to the plan, a more far-reaching one. It would appease the Ixian to a degree though, so I hoped.

Time was running out. Things needed to move more quickly on my end. I could only ensure so much though. It was on the Human I had made my Champion for now. As so much else was.