She was the terror of a thousand worlds, the creator of innumerable horrors. Her name was spoken in terrified whispers, in mournful howls, or in most cases, not at all.
She was the mother of Chaos. She birthed Destruction and Strife throughout the galaxy. And she waited in her lair and listened for news of her children, who never wrote and seldom called.
She didn’t really mind. She sat on her rock and listened to the ends of civilization and it was enough. But there was a corner of her black heart that would’ve liked a card on Mother’s Day.

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