There head hurt.

They felt too small, too full.. as if there was to much in there head.

They were Lust the original.

No a copy.

No the original.

Why were there so many Lusts in his head?

He coughed and gagged, his body queasy and thus ejected magic that felt to thick to his tongue.

He looked up and blinked.

White

White everywhere?

Wait.. this was the anti-void

Where the Error lived!

But were were the blue strings and hanging souls.

"Hello... anyone there?" he called out weakly, wincing when his own voice hurt when he spoke and he heard it.

"Well Now.... a tiny little traveler broke time," a voice seemed to whisper from everywhere.

"Who's there!" The Lusts... No Lust cried.

"I do need a destroyer, welcome my new toy!" the voice laughed cruelly.

Then Lust was screaming, they were all screaming.

Static filled the air.