[Or.. its beginning?]
-Narrator14

Rav sat in his cell. He found that writing small stories and poems took up the time well. By Nighttime, Rav was incredibly tired. He leaned over to mark another day on the wall, took off his, or Net's, hat, and tried to sleep.

Rav awoke, in a small glowing box.

"Hello?" Rav called out.

'But nobody came.'

'And soon nobody will..!'

'Hehee..'

"Who are you?"

'Open your eyes.'

"But.."

'Open them to the truth..!'

Rav opened his eyes.

"Rav. Rav, it's me."

'Net? is that you?'

"You need to not listen to him."

'Who? That strange laughing voice?'

"No."

"Stringer."

"You need to wake up now, Rav. I'll guide you."

'No, wait.. what's happening?'

"Rav, you're running out of time."

'How?'

"It's coming. Wake up, Rav."

'Who? ''Stringer''?'

"rav.. wake.."

'Uh.. Net..?"

'...'

"L-love?!"

'you're too laate..!'

'it's me..'

'me, Stringer..!'

"wh- w- What did you do to him?!"

'oh, nothing. YOU did it to him.'

'Welcome, 6th Vessel!'

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A Fallen Knight was trodding downstairs, into their dungeon.

"boy.. i hate having to do this. why did i have to get the night shift?"

This Fallen Knight preferred to go by their actual name than their given codename. Yet that is irrelevant. What matters is what the Fallen Knight saw at the bottom of the stairs.
A cowering child, normal. A sleeping prisoner, normal. Skeletons, normal. Insane prisoners, normal.
Yet one not normal person. Their latest prisoner.
Rav.
The Fallen Knight took a few steps closer to investigate. And then they saw him. Or it.
The Fallen Knight recoiled at what they saw. The usual, hat-wearing, most likely having-a-nightmare prisoner who's notebook they enjoyed stealing for a bit to read his stories, which was their only form of nighttime entertainment, was eminating a dark aura.
The Fallen Knight deactivated the magical bars holding him in, to walk in and see what was really happening.
Once they got closer, they saw its control. The prisoner's usually closed or brown eyes were not anywhere. They had been replaced with a blinder that looked as if someone had strapped white duct tape over his eyes. And right where his left eye should have been, a black void pierced through the blinder, slowly dripping down his face. The longer the Fallen Knight stared at it, the more they felt like they were staring into the abyss.
One of the prisoner's headwarmers had disappeared, along with their mouth. The prisoner was also lacking a right arm, instead being replaced with a river of the same liquid dripping out of their 'eye'. The limb was also holding something small, ball-shaped, green, and with binary code and numbers floating around it. The veins that they could see on his wrist were no longer blue, but jet black. The Fallen Knight was mortified, but still happy that they kept a small cup of water on themselves at all times. They poured out the water, and tried to harvest some of the liquid. The liquid was nearly solid, despite dripping. However, with enough force, some came off. The Fallen Knight slowly tiptoed out of the cell reactivated the bars, and then noticed they had accidentally brought the small glowing ball-thing with them.

And it noticed too.

The prisoner's body shook, and it got up. It conjured a weird, glitchy-looking sword out of nowhere, and walked right through the bars. The Fallen Knight stood guard. But it was too late, and the Fallen Knight shrieked as its arm was sliced off. They dropped the water glass, and it shattered, as the ball-thing returned to the being's arm. And as the Fallen Knight tried to move away, they heard an invasive thought in their mind.

'You know, that contract you signed had the plan of killing my boyfriend. It succeded. That's first degree murder. You were a part of that, and signed that contract. That's Conspiracy to Murder, and a life sentence. However, because I'm so nice, I'll simplify it for you.'

The Fallen Knight scrambled to their feet and tried to run away as they realized what that meant. But it was their time. They were kicked in the back, and from around the corner, the child cowering in their cell heard the beginning of a plea, as it went silent and a horrible noises came from the corner. The child only saw the outstreched hand of one of their capturers, so close to the stairs, and so close to warning their friends, before it hit the floor.

The dungeon was silent apart from a few echoing footsteps. The being emerged from the corner, and saw the child. The child started tearing up, but only managed to level a 
"please don't hurt.. me.."
The being seemed to disregard that and walked toward the cell, before striking and destroying the lever used to activate the bars of the child's cell. The bars switched off, and the being turned to the wall beside the child's cell and destroyed it with its sword.
But instead of walking out, it turned back around and walked into the child's cell.
Its oringinal soul had somehow got a bit of control.
The child was in tears, but kind of ready for what they expected to happen next. But what they expected was not what happened. Instead of striking the child, switched its sword hand to its abyssal one, and slowly picked up the child. Walking towards the exit it had blasted in the wall, it let the child go.
The child slowly walked away, taking glances behind themselves to check if it was following them. Then, they heard an invasive thought in their mind.

'We may meet again. However, I have a job to finish.'

The building was almost out of sight when the child saw it turn its head towards the stairs and heard the final word enter their mind.

'Vengeance.'

The child, not wanting to see or hear what they knew was probably going to happen next, sprinted back in the direction of their home. 
The child did get back home safely, and lived out the rest of their life peacefully, although their parents did not believe a word of what they told them.

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It slaughtered them all. Every last one. No Fallen Knight was spared. Not even their highranks, whom had trained for years, could survive a minute against the wrath of the fully controlling Abyss.
After the job had been done, the being stumbled outside, and teleported to the only place it could think of.

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The being arrived in the clearing where he had been captured, and the form he was in relinquished. He fell onto his knees, and fainted.

He awoke. His new form stayed, although most of the Abyssal features disappeared. The parasite kept the blinder, but in its regular form, the abyssal eye disappeared. His arm came back, and his Soul of Creation that he was holding was back, properly in his body. He found the body of Net. However, he didn't know two shits about gravedigging.

It pained him. Some parts of his brain were telling him to stop. Some were agreeing with Rav. But he did it eventually. He used his power to teleport to the Titan's meeting spot, where he heard arguing coming from inside the ruined house. He reluctantly placed Net's body down, which had a note attached to it. Rav vowed to use his power to protect the alternate versions of these worlds.
Rav rung the doorbell, and teleported away, not to be seen in the Universe of Non-Speaking again.

[(Inside the house)]

Fallen King was a nervous wreck.
Molten Boss was yelling at everyone to shut up.
Void Reaver was stressed.
And for everyone else, it was just endless bickering.

Molten Boss had gone through everyone, besides Fallen King, who was shaking and counting broken swords and spears.

"13... 14.. 15.. 16.. 17.. 18... No. No.. No, No, No. Not everyone."

Molten Boss was already pissed off, and was getting even more so by Fallen King's constant counting, then recounting to double-check, and over and over. And this was when he snapped.

"FALLEN, PLEASE BE QUIET FOR 5 MINUTES!!"

Fallen King stood up, 

"HOW CAN I?! ALL 18 OF MY FALLEN KNIGHTS DIE OVERNIGHT, THEIR BUILDING DESTROYED, AND ALL OF THE PRISONERS EITHER DIED OR ESCAPED! PLEASE, TELL ME, MOLTEN, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET?!"

Molten Boss was about to open his mouth again when the doorbell sounded.
Gravedigger, being the smallest and closest to the door, scrambled to open it, and found a body layed beside the door, with a note attached to it. Gravedigger took it off and read it, now surrounded by the other Titans.

"Gravedigger, please bury this body. I cannot do it myself, nor do I have the power to do so, as he was my boyfriend. I would be grateful if you did it for me. Enclosed are his details.

-Someone you might know."

Gravedigger put down the note and looked at the confused Titans behind himself.

"Alright, which one of you clowns killed someone and dragged them to the front door?"

But that just sparked more arguments.

Gravedigger did eventually bury Net.

Nectrid Ovrsin

Aged 21

Cared about everyone he knew.