A planet swiveled on its own pivot through space. The Twin Moons that accompanied it awkwardly orbited around it just a little to close for comfort.

Planet Auxiliary was large, and it grew larger every year, constantly creating new landmasses for the races of Auxiliary to fight over. Unfortunately, some of these new islands and continents sometimes came with brand new and annoying races that just didn't understand the concept of being overthrown and conquered.

Planet Auxiliary existed in a part of space where the rules of creation ran awfully thin. Things could happen on Auxiliary that wouldn't normally happen on your average planet in a galaxy far, far away. You could go as far to say that Auxiliary was unique, and in a way it was. A lot of mistakes of Nature, as well as Creation, lived on Auxiliary. The planet was a refuge to everything that lived only by accident, but still intended to go on living.

This of course has drawn many eyes towards Auxiliary. Especially the eyes of the Creator. As far as he is concerned, something's just aren't meant to be. And Auxiliary is one of them. The only reason Planet Auxiliary still exists the way it does is because the Creator was forced to over look it. For even he doesn't know the effects altering such a world would have on the rest of the Universe.

The vast oceans glinted as the sun slowly rose for a brand new day. As it rose, it beamed at the beauty of its reflection in the vast blue oceans of Auxiliary.

The Sun, which had taken the name of Dubisar, was a proud star. But it couldn't help but worry that the sunspots it was gaining were dangerously damaging its beautiful and radiant appearance. An appearance it considered to be a bright and shining example to all Life and Death in the universe.

The Twin Moons, which went by the names Sawya and Jovital, were in a state of eternal bickering. Amazingly enough they had been since they themselves were only two millennia's old! The only time they ever stopped was to tell the occasional joke, which weren't normally that funny anyway. Sorcerer's hypothesized that they argued about something along the lines of 'How the universe was created' or 'Why o' why did I have to be a twin?'

Dubisar was high enough up in the sky for it to officially be called morning now, and this caused a spring of things to happen . but not essentially in the following order.

Vampires exploded into clouds of smoke vowing that they would return. Any Gremlins that were caught by the Sun above the ground, instead of under it, reluctantly turned to stone. People woke up while other people went to sleep! Cockerels cleared their throats and somewhere someone peered up into a dark hood, saw a smiling bone white skull, glanced at the gold blade of the scythe just behind it, looked down at a body they wished was still theirs and said "Crap!"

The Sun beamed a grin of sunlight straight into the face of the Almighty Scree, one of the planets few Titans to actually be seen, and through it's warm rays it whispered, as kindly as it possibly could, "Get up, Scree. NOW!"

Scree's eyelids slit open just enough to allow him the power of sight, as well as allowing him the ability to keep out as much sunlight as was possible.

Titans had walked upon the earth long before any of the other ancient races had even

drawn breath; they're for, having spent aeons alone, they really didn't mind the solitude. Besides, they tried to avoid contact with other races anyway. Titan's were one of Auxiliary's more elusive races, like the Goblins, and the Wood Elves. So to actually see one was actually held as good luck.

Scree sat up and rubbed his eyes wishing that morning wasn't really here and that he was actually dreaming. To his dismay he found morning really was here and he was not dreaming after all. And thanks to the Dubisar's sunrays, he wasn't going to get back to sleep with ease.

He got up and yawned. Then, as any waking person would, he stretched and almost fell back over again due to the massive rush of blood, which was having a race to his brain.

"Urg!" was the closet thing to a word to come from Scree's mouth in the last two centuries. He put as much passion into it as a writer would if he was sadly struck by writers block! He caught his balance and held his head until it stopped spinning, then he drew himself up to his full height. And what an impressive 'full height' that was.

Titan's were naturally big. They left Giants, Cyclops', Triclops' and even Ogres standing in their shadows! Scree was definitely no exception. The word big could barley be used to describe a Titan, and it would ruthlessly attack anyone that tried to put it anywhere near Scree's name in a sentence.

The only two words that had the courage to stand in the same sentence as Scree's name, and look around smugly, were 'Bloody' and 'Enormous'. Imagine an enormous hill. No! A Bloody Enormous hill! One of those hills that are bigger most over hills, but still not the biggest of hills. Well, that's how bi-! Sorry, how Bloody Enormous Scree was.

His face was rugged in appearance, as if he shaved with a rather blunt stone. He had long brown hair, messy long brown hair, but it suited him. He had a stubby chin, and his coarse beard resembled that of a freshly cut cornfield after being reaped at harvest.

His clothes, if you could call them that, were torn and withered giving the impression that they were probably his very first pair of clothes and would, more than likely, also be his very last.

He slipped on his leather sandals and then picked up his sword. Then, as all sword owners do, he drew it from its covering. It was a grand sword. It caught the early day sunlight and cut it gently into two. If swords had lives, then all swords would want to grow up to be just like this one.

He gave it an experimental swing, smiled with satisfaction, and then put it back into its holder. Slinging it onto his back he scanned the countryside with his vast eyesight.

He felt like having a bath today and a fairly big lake, warmed by the morning sun, would be ideal for such an event. Besides, it's not as if anything would try to stop him. Any Human, Beast or Fish, had enough brain cells not to attack him. Humans were well known for their ability to not start fights with something that they weren't bigger than. And they hadn't achieved so much in the world by being stupid. Well, to a point anyway.

As for the Beast's and the Fish! Let them come. He thought. He hadn't had any breakfast yet and felt as if he could eat a small farm. Farmer included! So eating a few Beasts' and Fish wouldn't take to much effort. Besides, he was a Titan, a Beast or Fish couldn't say no to him even if it really wanted to!

Dubisar the sun came up over the mountains that gathered around the tallest mountain on Planet Auxiliary, trying as hard as it could to illuminate the darkened landscape. It was called 'The Rock of Gibraltar', and it reached so high into the sky it almost protruded into the Heavens.

Early day Dwarves, being very determined little midgets, not only built a stone bridge over the Ice Cold lake that surrounded the mountains base, as a moat would surround a castle, but also climbed the mountain and built a temple right at its peak. They then presented it to the early Gods, and Goddess's of Auxiliary.

They named it 'the Temple of the Gods' and had built it from solid Umitharold*. They then returned back down to their homes for a good deal of quaffing and singing songs about gold. With time, as more and more Gods came into existence, brand new and sparkling things were added to the great temple.

With time, as more and more Gods came into existence, brand new and sparkling things were added to the great temple.

Glico Bo the God of Gold, Gold Coins, and anything else Gold related added two sun-beds and a beauty salon for his daughter Julliet, Demi-God of Beauty.

Souse, the God of Water, built an indoor swimming pool! Fatso, the God of Bile and the Over Weight, installed an enormous Hot-Pool**.

Fritz, the God of Future Times, made one of the best contributions to the great temple. It was four vending machines magically tampered with so they never ran out of funny little cans called Coca Cola and Fanta that contained a fizzy liquid that Fritz assured wasn't poison.

However, the oldest structure in the great temple was the 'Reflecting Pool'. It was a magical pool capable of showing images of the past, present and the future. However, no one remembered it being there when the place was built, and no one remembered installing it along with everything else. It just appeared someday and had been there ever since.

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*Umitharold is the most valuable metal on the hole of Auxiliary! Gold looks like lead compared to it. It is also a very ancient and old alloy, and being so old it has developed a conscience and has become very much against being dug up. It also has become very hard to find in recent times. However, there is talk of an island, within the borders of the Neteckian Circle that is made of solid Umitharold!

**Hot pools are huge holes in the ground filled to the brim with boiling hot water and bathed in by really beastly and fat Demons in the deeper levels of Hell.

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Three Gods strolled through the huge temple to find it completely empty. They walked past the Hot Pool, which was installed by Fatso, God of Bile and the Overweight. Slowed as they past the vending machines that belonged to Fritz, the God of Future Times. Then finally came to a halt in front of the reflecting pool. All three Gods beamed into the pool and thought about what they could ask to see.

The pool rippled under the gazes it now realized it was receiving.

"Well. I suppose we could confirm what's going to happen!" said Souse, God of Water, in a voice that sounded remarkably like a tide as it washed up shore. He looked up from the reflecting pool at his two brothers to find them looking straight back at him.

His brothers were Lacial, God of Ice, and Miasma, the God of Steam. Lacial and Miasma smiled at their brother Souse, but then their attention was taken away as they turned their focus towards his chest, were a school of clown fish darted around for a while before disappearing back into the depths of the rest of Souse's body.

This made Lacial ever more curios to know just how much of Souse's physical body existed within the realm of the 'seen', and how much of it existed within the realms of the 'unseen'. It was as if the inside of his body was a completely different world of its own.

"Cosmic Marvin was quite clear on the subject, brother." said Miasma, his words evaporating into the warmth of the air as soon as they left his mouth.

Lacial extended his hand towards the surface of the reflecting pool. It was white, jagged and dangerously cold. As it touched the surface of the reflecting pool the water began to freeze, changed its mind, and decided to spin itself into a mini-whirlpool.

"I suppose." Lacial began, his voice wailing like a blizzard. "I suppose we could take a look. Poor old Cosmic Marvin is very old after all. He might not fully remember what happened to him in the future."*

Miasma nodded in agreement. "He is bloody old after all." He said, his words drifting off and condensing into a small rain cloud thanks to the sudden temperature drop brought on by Lacial's freezing cold breath.

"Forgetfulness does come with age." Souse agreed, as he played with an angelfish that had ventured into his arm.

Lacial grinned, to reveal an impressive array of blinding white teeth! They sparkled in the dim light. "Then it is agreed," he said. A cold Gail escaped through his teeth and swept his words away. He bent over the pool. There was no reflection. "Show us what is to happen in days to come," commanded Lacial.

The pool rippled and obeyed.

Images of future times began to flood in front of the three Gods. They saw War. They saw Destruction. They saw Death (who waved a hello). But worst of all, they saw Demons! Lots of bloody Demons!

When it was over the three Gods stepped back in total silence.

"Crap!" said Souse.

"Indeed." Lacial agreed.

They stood there for a while. Silence crept in.

Eventually Miasma headed for the door. "The others must be told!" he said.

Lacial also turned to follow him, slowly followed by Souse. "Boy is Umid gonna be pissed." said Lacial. "All that earth cracked like that. It'll bring a tear to his eye."

Miasma opened the door and was immediately sucked out it by the winds outside.

Lacial and Souse followed him out. "Damn Marvin for remembering so correctly." came Souse's voice as he shut the door behind him. His words were echoed around a few times by the walls, which were in a playful mood, before they got tired of doing so and let them escape into the world.

The reflecting pool rippled and began to watch a sit-com from another reality.

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*There was nothing wrong with the way Cosmic Marvin lived his life. That's if you don't count the fact that he was born in the future, has lived his life backwards, and will sadly die in the past. Apart from all the disadvantages of this kind of lifestyle, there are at least two advantages! 1) You don't have to go through the heart breaking trauma of watching loved ones die, and 2) You get to spend a good nine months in the warmth of the womb before passing on into the afterlife!

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The Almighty Scree bathed in a warm lake. It was perfect. It was especially good for putting someone to sleep.

Scree's eyelids fluttered as his brain fought his eyelids for supremacy. He stirred and rolled over, squashing something deep down in the depths of the warm lake. Finally, after putting up an epic battle, his brain lost.

Within five minutes he was snoring, but not just in any old way. Scree's way of snoring had adapted itself over the many centuries it had been in action. Instead of just giving any passer-by the impression that Scree was sleeping, it also emitted a smaller message, hidden within Scree's snoring wavelengths.

The message was simple. 'If you make the fatal and stupid mistake of waking this titan up, it will no doubt be the last fatal and stupid mistake you ever make!' But not everyone heeded a good warning message, as can be proven because at that moment there was a snap of a twig. In the undergrowth something inched closer to the slumbering Scree.

To not believe in Heaven or Hell, on Auxiliary, was like trying to convince yourself you could safely float from the top of a bridge all the way to the ground, using only an umbrella! It was impossible. Especially when you ended up in one of the two when you eventually died.

Auxiliary's Heaven and Hell were not much unlike any other worlds.

Heaven was generally home to a very vast assortment of Gods, Goddess's, Demi-Gods, Deities, Really Powerful Shaman, Angels and those lucky, but rare, Small Fluffy Things!

Hell, however, was the complete opposite. It was home to millions upon millions of Demons, Black Devils, Ice-Devils, creatures with multiple tentacles, tons of the damned being tortured for all eternity and, of course, those unlucky Small Sludgy Things!

There were many generals in the many levels of Hell, since the Devil couldn't do everything by himself. Besides, being locked up also seriously cut down his ability to work. The most feared of Hell's generals was the Demon Lord. He had no name and no one really remembered were he actually came from. But he was the Demon Lord, and he ruled Hells seventh level. Quite efficiently as well.

The Demon Lord sat in his throne room looking over some papers. Molten larva flowed through his room, not because his room was cold and needed warming, it was far from cold in Hell, it was just simply because the Demon Lord found the aroma. soothing.

His face was blank, and grew even more so with the expected appearance of his trusted first officer Legion, who was a Human who feel to Hell just over three centuries ago.

Legion half walked, half scuttled, into the room and bowed, in a very uncoordinated way, as if there was a conflict within him to do a multiple of other things.

The reason for this was quite simple really. Legion consisted of not just one soul, but of an amount that could only be counted in the hundreds. Possibly thousands! And every last one of them was in constant conflict with the other to take control of the vessel called Legion, even if only for a few minutes.

Liam Juligar, the original occupant of the body, was still in control, more or less, but being so kind hearted he didn't mind all the extra voices in his head, and this allowed them easy access to his body whenever they could get it. Liam looked at it like this. Were ever he is, whatever he was doing, he was never truly alone.

Legion straightened up. His eyes flickered a multiple of different colors, and then settled on a pair that was brown. "My lord, you sent for me?" he said, trying to remember if the voice was his or not.

"Yes, Legion. Sit down, sit down." The Demon Lord said, gesturing towards the chair. Legion sat down. His eyes flickered again, this time stopping on a pair that was emerald green.

"Were you successful in reaching the Overworld with one of my demons, Legion?"

"My lord." Legion began. "As you ordered I attained the help of the demon Vallysssk, and he did manage to open a portal to the world above."

"But?" ventured the Demon Lord.

Liam lost control to someone else. The thing about this was you never knew who he was going to be next. "But as was predicted, the conjurer's portal he turned up popping through was far to small for the over weight monstrosity. The only good thing about the whole ordeal is that the conjurer, not being stupid enough to allow Vallysssk the opportunity to increase the size of the portal, used his skills to close the portal on the fat fool erasing him from existence." The Demon Lord sat back in his chair and gave Legion a quick look up and down.

Legions eyes turned black and empty. He opened his mouth and words began to fall out. "We must find a way of getting a demon to the Overworld. Only then can everything go as it has been planned."

The Demon Lord said nothing, but allowed himself to give a tight smile. Legion leaned forward and grinned. "You've found a new way haven't you? Tell me what it is." Legion said, then remembering itself it added. "My liege"

It actually seemed as if it had more than two brain cells. Which was a rare thing for one of Hell's occupants. "Unknown, is that you?"

"As always, my liege." said the Unknown. "You prove again that I cannot fool you."

The Demon Lord sat forward and looked Legion straight in the eyes. "Then listen carefully. That goes for you to Liam if you can hear me in there. I have discovered an ancient means of transferring a single human soul from hell, back to the world of the living, restoring them back to life. It is a very old technique in which a doorway is opened, between dimensions, when a vast number of creatures concentrate there magic."

Legions eyes flickered with pure excitement. "U mean dat I . no, dat we can go top world gain. Afta so long!" said Verba the troll. "Magin dat."

They flickered again, and then halted on a pair of yellow eyes. "It will be to easy to gather all the magic required. Especially since Hell is full of Demons that have there fair share of Black Magic. And magic's magic right?" The Demon Lord nodded in agreement and stood up.

"Then I have your full interest?" Legion nodded crazily. "Good. Carry on your attempts at getting a demon top world. I'll gather a few million demons and begin preparation."

Legion grinned and jumped out of his chair. He landed running, and shot out of the room at a dangerously high speed. Soon after the Demon Lord gathered his stuff and also left to make preparations.

Scree awoke with a growing pain in his hand. Turning his head over he opened his eyes to see what the problem was and discovered that he was being attacked!

Scree instantly became fully awake and peered across at his attacker. For the first time in ages Scree spoke. "What the HELL do you think your doing?" he said, his voice booming like thunder.

His attacker unloaded one last fireball at Scree's hand and looked up at Scree from under a hood. "I see you are awake then, Mighty One."

"No thanks to you." Scree declared. He put his now burning hand into the lukewarm lake water.

"I must apologies for attacking you but I couldn't think of any other way of awakening a Titan, apart from attacking him. Please except my humblest of apologies." The hood apologized.

Scree didn't know why, but something about the way the stranger spoke reminded him of horses. "Why did you wake me?" Scree yawned.

The hooded stranger cleared his throat. He had rehearsed this part. "I have been sent by 'the one', to help and be a guide to you-!"

Scree's face screwed up, "I don't need help", he bellowed.

"To err, to assist and guide you-!" The hood amended.

"And I certainly don't need your frigging assistance either, thank you very much!" Scree said, feeling pretty smug with himself.

The stranger's hood sagged as he deflated somewhat. He hesitated, then tried one last time. "I've come to be your guide, Mighty One. I also need your help."

Scree smiled to himself, "Why didn't ya just say so, friend. I'd be glad to help someone in need." Scree grinned down on his hooded companion. He had his full attention.

In the privacy of his hood the stranger gritted his teeth in frustration. Then, calming himself, he looked up at the Almighty Scree from the hoods personal darkness.

Scree stood up in the lake, reached over to his sheathed sword and drew it. "'Always strive to help those shorter than you' I always say." Scree said. He then noticed he was still in the lake. He looked over to his clothes. "We better be off then. Pass me my cloths would you, that's a good lad."

The hooded stranger obediently began to walk over to Scree's clothes. "Aren't you forgetting something, mighty one?" he said, as he did so.

"Do you not know?" Scree said, covering his sword back up. "A Titan never forgets!"

"Is that so?" The stranger said, as he bent down and got a firm hold of Scree's clothes. That's an elephant you twit! He thought to himself, and pulled.

"Hell yes!" Scree said, chest bulging beyond normal bulging capacity.

The hooded stranger smiled to himself, as he pulled Scree's clothes over to him with little effort at all. "Then why have you not asked who I am then, Divine One? Or asked me what it is exactly that I want from you?" The hooded stranger pulled Scree's clothes close enough and then let go. He then turned around to face Scree. "You just simply said yes to my request, not knowing what it was. That is a bit reckless, is it not?"

Scree fell silent. He hated being made the fool! Taking a glance up at his face the hood could tell that his anger was swelling up inside him. Very calmly Scree put down his sword, and wrestled his facial expression into something that vaguely resembled a smile. "Speak then, friend. While you still have yer tongue to do so." Scree said through his teeth.

The hooded stranger, now smiling wildly, pulled back his hood to reveal the head of a unicorn. Scree's mouth dropped. "Your. your a. your." was all that he could manage to say.

"I am a Sionorn, a Unicorn-Man, yes I know. My name is Gusion Stratos Snoek 'van Halvenka. 'The one' has sent me to inform you of a coming demon invasion that must be prevented. The survival of this world is at stake."

Scree managed to close his mouth, after a few false starts. His mind went into free-fall, but he didn't need it to speak. He smiled. "Yer mean, you an me, side-by-side, 'gainst tons of screaming, twisted and mentally insane demons. With sharp claws 'n pointed teeth!" Scree said. Somehow he seemed excited.

Gusion hesitated, "Err. well, yeah. I should think so."

Scree grinned so wildly Gusion saw his reflection on the Titan's teeth. "When does it begin?" he said.

Gusion inhaled, held up a finger, in the general fashion of someone who was determined to point out the downside about everything, exhaled then decided not to. "Are you in or are you out?" he asked instead.

Scree splashed a little, as he looked Gusion up and down, his brain deciding it was time for an analysis.

Gusion stood, roughly, 6 feet tall, and apart from the noticeable fact that he had a horse's head, well-groomed golden brown hair, a horn in the middle of his forehead and was built unerringly like a mountain, he seemed like an all right guy. Using the term 'guy' loosely of course.

Scree gave Gusion a warm smile and saluted sending a hand full of water rocketing upwards. "The Almighty Scree at yer service." He said, as the water rained back down on him.

Gusion nodded. "Good." Then feeling as though more was needed, he added, "Its good to have you with me, Almighty One."

Scree acknowledged this, and then relaxed back into the warm lake. He yawned, and his brain came out of free fall and switched on. "Now." He said, stretching. "Would you care to go through everything you just said in twice as much detail, but twice as slowly?" Scree said. He pinched the end of his nose and then closed his eyes.

Next Chapter: The scene has been set. The story has begun. And once that happens, there is little anyone can do except go along with it, hopefully. Next chapter everything begins to come together but is it for the good of the world, or for the worse.