as just something to do over lunch for the Dominions.
But the universe had its own agenda. When the Dominions tried to slip back into our universe from their refuge in chaos, they took a header out of the starry firmament, every bit as violent and humiliating as Lucifers fall from Heaven. Not coincidentally, the Dominions fell along the same path as the exiled angels, straight into Hell. But unlike the Lucifers hordes, they didnt stop there. The mass of these beings was so great, that they fell through Hell out the other side, into a dead universe, one whose last echo hadnt yet faded away.
There was no life in this other universe except the Dominions themselves. Nothing to destroy but empty worlds. No one to torment, but each other. And no new games to play. The Dominions loved games. Thats why they devoured stars. The best games, to them, were the ones played in the dark where only the sounds of screams and the taste and smell of evanescing lives let you know when you were winning. Their plan was to go from world to world, playing different games until there was no one left to play with. Then, theyd hide in the dark between universes until a new universe came into being, and theyd start all over again. Now, however, there was no one to play with and no way out. Theyd fallen out of the living universe and didnt know the way back in.
In some stories, the Dominions have grown even madder in their isolation. They slash their empty worlds. They burn each other. But nothing makes them happy. When the Dominions sleep, they dream about us and how sad they are that were so far away and not able to play. Sometimes they gnash their planet-size teeth in the dark. Theyre always looking, scratching at the edges of time and space for a way back into our universe. So
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