Years ago in the Raven Tribe Village

Temmy dug out a deep trough with a small shovel and placed one of the vials inside. He prepared to slide dirt back into the hole with one hand while a sharp blade grew from the top of his index finger. Most powers showed in the form of the user's strength. Temmy's was gardening.

In one swift motion he punctured the glass and let the shifting purple essence leak out of the top. Before it could escape the earth and dissipate into gas Temmy's rough hand slid soil over it, trapping the concoction forever and leaving nowhere for the Elysium to go but into the pear tree it was buried under.

Temmy stretched out on the ground in front of the tree with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed. He was long from done and the day hadn't been too hard, but the moons were arranged at noon with the sun between them. Old Temmy loved staring at the moons through the clouds. What's better is they were dark clouds, dark clouds brought the rainy days to wash away his worries. All things get put on hold when it rains; all thing's except thoughts.

"What in the fuck is this Temmy?"

Behind a strawberry bush riddled with giant thorns lay a gruesome stack of bodies tangled up in vines that fed on their essence. The previous gardeners, dozens of people who all told Temmy that Elysium was for people, not plants, now bore simple finger sized holes in their hearts. Temmy had woven the vines into these holes to make sure all of the good juices were absorbed.

"Purple pears produce purple people," Temmy grins wide but is unsure why he grins. In his confusion he chuckles. This enrages Vulture, the hotheaded Elder's bust erupts into flames. The same flames run down the length of his arms and ball up in his hands. Orbs of fire drop into the bushes at the forest's edge.

"NOOO!!!" Temmy rushes forward with his little finger spike, but Vulture catches him by the neck with a burning hand. Temmy sinks his spike deep into the other Elder's chest. It enters with no resistance at all, given that Vulture had become a raging inferno, like a wraith enwreathed in flame.

Rage at the murderous gardener felt justified, so he let all of his power flow through him without remorse. All of the power that a man of his standing could consume from the Elysium. Whereas poor Temmy had put his shares into the dirt. And Temmy was a poor spirit, for he only consumed enough of the drug to drive him mad. He was not a murder before, and while he may not be the victim of the heinous crimes he himself had committed, he was a victim of madness.

Vulture tossed Temmy's burnt body into the pile of his victims and walked into the forest trailing flames as he went.

Laying there, watching fire snake its way up the roots of a beloved tree with charred black skin and the two moons shinning in his eyes through the dark clouds, an evil smile spread the length of Temmy's face.

Temnota's face.

Determined to save what he could of the decrepit garden he crawled to the wagon and pulled a handful of vials from the chest. Some came unlatched when grabbed, but most remained closed as Temnota swallowed them whole, metal and glass, container and all.

He grabbed another handful with more strength and crushed the vials before drinking them.

A third handful saw the contents sucked dry without Temnota even raising them to his lips.

The entire crate full of vials imploded at the sides and opened to the sound of his will. Elysium of all colors made its way through the air in wisps all tied to Temnota's growing form. He became unnaturally lanky and devilish before cracking apart into pockets of nothing somehow linked together by his desire to exact revenge for the forest burning all around.

Temnota continued exploding into fractals of void until the entire forest was blanketed by his darkness. Although it did little to save the garden, the fire was smothered, and Vulture was squished like a bug. Temnota did not stop there.

He had come too far to stop there.

He moved on to the village with the rest of his rage and swept over it like a dark storm.

It rained spikes on the townsfolk.

Inky flesh washed the buildings up like a hurricane.

And the moons shown a bright lunacy in Temnota's eyes.