The shard of his soul ripped through a thin fabric that comprised a dimensional boundary and entered the outer reaches of the realm that would soon be his forever home. There was nothing substantial within its confines but whirling energy, primal destructive forces, and unlimited possibilities. The shard lacked coherence of thought, but this was his dream-like vision. He saw everything.

Two spots of will and intellect were huddled together, in as much as incorporeal beings could huddle. All around their tiny bubble of ordered existence, chaos beasts of old attempted to rip into their realm. Not unlike frightened children hiding under their blanket to avoid being seen by monsters, they clung to each other.

The energies that gathered around for the feast turned their realm completely dark. It was the first night that they had experienced. A blackness beyond midnight, there was no light in that dread place of fear. That is, there was no light until the very foundation of their proto heavens screamed. The sky, such as it was at this point, was split apart by an incredible light.

The first star in the heavens had arrived, a streaking comet bearing a soul from another realm. The light from that shard seared those who hungered in the dark and sent them fleeing. The chaotic darkness abated as those creatures understood terror.

However, the shard itself had a dark chaotic core beneath that light. It’s arrival begat darkness of a different kind. The tail of that comet illuminated the primordial sky like constellations and galaxies that would soon form. His soul shard brought with it the first true night, and a dark sky filled with incalculably numerous spots of light that shined brightly within it.

There was something peaceful, serene, about that dark sky and the twinkling lights. The proto gods of creation could sense that it held a mystery.

Scott crashed into that reality and witnessed the two frightened proto-creation entities draw back from him in fear. He then saw that their eternal and endless fascination with existence drew them to the shard of his soul.

They examined him, and slowly came to understand him. The shard was part of a being infinitely more complex than they were. They had only just formed a cohesive will; a soul of this complexity was something that could only appear after experiencing many things that did not yet exist in their world.

“He is like us, even more than he is like them,” they said to each other. “We should help him. He could teach us so much.”

Scott watched as those proto creators began to examine his soul shard. A chance encounter in the vastness of the chaotic ocean of unlimited potential. His arrival would form the very foundation of an entire realm’s cosmic identity. Once again, he had left the world of his origin behind and gone to shed a little light on an alien world filled with many strange mysteries.

The dream-like vision began to fade not long after that. He saw that the creators crafted three Archangels patterned from his soul shard. They took the idea from his memory, but the personality cues came from Cerene. They could not be stoic figures that burned with quiet intensity, they insisted. The only angel he had ever met in person was a passionate and caring soul.

From the three, the creators learned much and soon they were able to mostly repair the soul shard. A new Scott was born, one who recalled only bits and pieces of his life as both Scott and Nocturne. As that latter name bore significance and it also had to do with the night, they named him Noct-El. The first star in the heavens. The first night. A being revealed to be a dragon, as that was part of why his original world saw him as alien. He was the last of his kind on that world, an accident of fate. He was the product of multiple bloodlines coming into play to give birth to something lost to the ancient mists of the past. There had been no others to guide him. He was alone. The last. The only.

The chaos in his soul, that unlimited potential, the primordial power of creation itself, had driven people away because no one else in all that world knew of such things. He was the last gasp of a long dead era, and the ordered world of mundane existence and material science had shunned him as an aberration. It could not understand something like him, a thing that disobeyed its ordered laws and reason.

In another world, one where magic yet lived and many were born with chaos inside their souls to some degree, he had thrived. Though, he was crushed in battle there was hope for that world. He might never know if the Scott who remained somehow found his way back to his chosen home and fought for it, but the shard of him had brought that very light of hope to another place. Just as he had traversed the void between dimensions to help a girl he had never met, his shard had traversed the endless night and become the light of hope for a besieged reality.

In a later age, this wandering dragon from another star would regain a form more fitting and become known as first of scale and claw. It was a strange dichotomy to him, this understanding.

Essentially, he realized that he was nothing special. Many special things were attributed to him, but at his core he was just some guy. People called him things like master, the first night, or gave him a fancy name like Noct-El. He was just Scott underneath it all.

He was the same desperately lonely individual who cared more for others than for himself, because he grew up in a way that disallowed anyone to care for him. Even the act of being cared for disturbed him on some level, as it seemed unnatural. This feeling subsided over time, but it was always there at the heart of who he was before and would remain as part of who he would always be.