Well, hello everyone.

I just have this story here that I will work on alongside Index: Knight of a New History. This does have SCP involved, but I don't consider it a full crossover since it only involves several characters (may vary with only the Brothers Death being consistent) and not the whole verse. Without further ado, enjoy the prologue.

Prologue

Did you know what it really was for?

A boy is seen wandering aimlessly though a land he did not take attention to. He walked in the light, which spread out splitting the Darkness Above and the Darkness Below. The boy found a tree, one that spanned infinitely, it's branches could not be counted nor measured, and nor could the trunk. Within it's leaves were worlds, universes, entire dimensions and realms that could be silenced by plucking the leaf off, and just as easily created with a leaf growing back. The boy and those similar to him could be found in many of these dimensions held in a single branch, suffering from a torment that they did not deserve, living without a purpose and having no destiny.

Then from the darkness came three beings, who made up the collective that humanity knew as Death. They were of the darkness and came from the darkness and were the darkness. Their faces could not be seen, for they were obscured by void, metal and stone, and shadow. Of them were the Eldest brother, who was the Death of All Things, the Middle brother, who brought Great Death in large spans and collected great numbers and multitudes, and the Youngest brother, who brought Small Death counted the deaths he collected by individual. The boy marveled at their power, especially the Eldest, for vast and mighty was he, that no other might comprehend the reach of his arm, or the length of his gaze.

Death looked down at the boy and what he had suffered, and they felt pity for him. The boy, suffering from what he carried from birth, was seen as a plague by humanity, and none cared for him other than his family, for he brought great loss and suffering without knowing why. The Eldest had collected such individuals, for they had the potential to be gifted with power and understand reason through suffering. The boy he looked at now was most promising. And the Eldest spoke:

Child, do you know why you're here?

The boy did not answer; he did not see himself worthy to speak to such a vast and mighty being.

I have watched you and others like you suffer, child. And I have felt pity for you.

The child looked up, seeing that Death understood his suffering and torment at the hands of people he didn't know.

You suffer because you believe you are cursed, but I say this: It is not a curse, but a symbol. A symbol that the All-Mighty has chosen you as a successor and witness to me, and my judgement and exercise of power over Creation. They believe you are cursed, but it is only a misunderstanding of what they are to fear. This comes at the price of the torment you face.

The boy looked at his hand, seeing how Death was able to explain the power within.

Now I have taken you in my hand, where you once had no purpose, I shall give you one; where you once had no destiny, I shall show you one to reach for.

A sword of purest and darkest black dropped from the sky, landing and burying itself into the Darkness Below, and the boy reached with his hand. He grabbed the hilt, and the sword turned into void, entering and shrouding his body in shadow. A dragon made of glass flew down, and Death commanded it to reside on the boy. The dragon shattered, and took the form of glass chains that wrapped around the boy's hand. And the darkness was sealed within, so that it may only be released in times of judgement over humanity.

You are Destroyer, The One Who Purifies God and Exorcises The Devil, for through my judgement you shall go and bring about death and destruction among the nations and peoples who would defy righteousness and mock the All-Mighty, whom I serve. And the time will come when I shall come to bring about the Death of All Things through you, so all of Creation may be made anew without corruption.

The boy understood, now confident in his ability to bring about proper judgement with the power bestowed to him. The Eldest stretched out his hand.

Come now, child. There is much to learn before you come of age.

The boy took the Eldest's hand, and walked with him to the Tree that held all of Creation and connected the dimensions through the roads of Alagadda.

The cycle has repeated itself more times than even he could count. The boy would inadvertently end the world throughout his training, but the Death of All Things was not yet, and the world would continue on as if nothing happened. Billions, even trillions of years would pass by in the cycles throughout a single week on the world. The people were unaware of how many years actually passed by between one day and the next. Death and the boy played a new role in this particular world where there was conflict over morals and logic.

The boy ventured on the world's surface. Though he had relived this world many times and was the cause of it's destruction, Death ensured he would not remember for the sake of his mentality. The boy was returned to the world, unknowing of it until the time came for the arrival at the Tree. That time was soon to be, as destruction slowly started to set in, necessitating a new factor in the boy's training as the boy arrived at Academy City.

When a new force is introduced to Magic and Science, a story is born.

Alright, that's all! Now I can take a break from fanfics (for real this time), so I can catch up with my work. Drafting demands a lot of accuracy, which in turn demands a lot of focus, so I'll leave it at here for now. See you all in November (or December...)!

Laters!