.:: cypherionne and the xenon. part three ::.
His name was Zero, and he was an hero. Prodigiously muscled, possessing a cruel intelligence and easy detachment from everyone around him. The women clutched at him hungrily as he strode through the pillared galleries of Vela Phonthorom, the King of Kyrmuund. Zero disregarded them. His every footstep was an eon. He marched with the birth and death of suns. He had mastered the Xenonomicron. The womens’ intestines, wombs, and eggs turned to ash, aching to be fertilized. Zero would not satiate their desire. He had come for the Throne of Kyrmuund.
Vela Phonthorom cowered in his Throne Room. He squirmed against the black chitin-plates of his throne, which resembled a curled and bucking Trilobyte. Vela’s crown was an arthropod, rippling with the movements of a million armored legs.
“Zero! You’re back! We always knew you’d return! But… but what