The three hooded men surrounded the bed upon which the sleeping boy lay. They had been through a great crucible, and not one of them had come through it unscathed. The first man leaned over the boy, and sighed.

"It is him." said Joth, one of the Three Protectors.

"Are you sure?" asked his brother, Fritas.

The third man leaned over the boy too, and carefully examined him.

"Aye. It is Lord Prime, reborn." declared Ragun, the third brother.

The three men looked at each other gravely.

"You know what we must do, Brothers." said Joth.

"Our Star is dying, and we must pass our powers and wisdom on."

"But giving it to our sworn enemy? Is that wise?"

"Do not forget, Fritas, that Prime was one of the greatest warlords of Schimatismou before the Shift."

"Do not forget, Joth, that the Shift did occur."

"The best we can do is to hope that it doesn't happen again, for if we pick someone too weak, their death would be on our hands."

"And if we pick someone like Lord Prime, the deaths of millions could be on our hands."

"That's a gamble we must take, then. Farewell, Brothers. I will see you in the next life."

"Farewell."

Their hands met and their hoods came off, lighting the room up with a dazzling white ray. Their faces were not visible, shrouded in too much light which slowly began to move to the center of the room. There, it turned into a swirling mass of pure light and slowly, it moved towards the boy. The three men uttered a word which can never be revealed, and instantly, the ball turned into a coat for the boy. They watched as it slowly sank into his skin, and then, their skeletons fell to the ground, shrivelled up and dead. Long after they crumbled, however, a silent whisper haunted the room.

The Shift must not occur.....

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32 years later

Grax woke up to the sound of loud music blaring from his neighbour's house. "Will you stop that?" he screamed, and got out of his bed. He extended his arms, and his night clothes were replaced with a suit and jeans. He yawned and flicked his right wrist, and suddenly, his shoes were on his feet. He then made a swooshing motion and he appeared on his doorstep, ready for yet another day of boring, mundane, human work at Google, which he was the COO of.

He hailed a cab and drove to his office, where he was greeted by five people clamouring for his attention. 

"At my desk, please." he said, as he continued walking without breaking his stride.

Once he reached his desk, he quickly read their minds and said, "You, Hork, tell me first. What is the problem?"

"Sir, I-" He extended a file.

"Room 54, go speak to Ms. Lafayette in HR."

"Thank you, sir."

"You next, Jaraa."

"Sir-" She gave him another file.

"Ooh, interesting. Go to the R & D department, tell them Grax sent you, they'll manage the rest."

"Huffet." He took the file. "Well, Huffet, if the food in the cafeteria is not to your liking, there's really nothing I can do about that. I suggest you go talk to the cook."

"The c-cook? Ms. Freya?" He shuddered at the thought. "No, sir, I'm rather fond of living."

Grax nodded and beckoned to the other two. He quickly scanned their files and dismissed them. Suddenly, he felt a tremendous pain explode in his forehead.

"Ow..." He winced. 

"Are you alright, sir?" his secretary asked him anxiously.

"Yes, yes. Why don't you take the day off? There's not much work anyway."

"Oh, okay, thank you, sir." She quickly left the room.

The second she left, Grax locked the door shut, drew the curtains, closed his computer, covered it with a black cloth, and began glowing as he attempted to establish a telepathic link. A voice filled his head.

'Sup, Grax? 

Hello, my favourite Star. How are you?

Don't give me that favourite-Star twaddle, I'm the only star you know. And I'm fine.

You seem annoyed. Anything happen?

Apart from floating around in empty space, five universes away from the guy I'm talking to, getting bored to death? Nahh.

Ah, I see. Anyway-

Small talk over already, huh?

Grax mentally smiled.

My forehead hurts.

That, Grax, is what humans call a headache.

Grax rolled his eyes.

Not what I meant, Yerev. I mean a pain exploded in my pineal gland.

Not again....

What? What do you mean?

No response.

Yerev! Hello?

Still no response.

YEREV!

He angrily burst into flame and turned the table to rubble. Then, he stalked out of the room, his pain growing stronger with every passing second....

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He staggered home, and sank onto the floor. He clutched his head in pain and screamed, causing the windows to shatter. However, Grax soon noticed that the pain seemed to recede when he screamed.

He screamed once more, and his ceiling cracked.

He screamed again.

And again.

And again.

Until his house, his neighbourhood and his city lie in ruins.

Suddenly, there was an explosion which destroyed every resident in the city. Outsiders would later say that as they saw it, they were absolutely certain that there was no chance anyone could survive that, not even a God.

That's when a figure, shrouded in shadows, emerged from the rubble. Lord Goobishen Prime flew into the sky, ready to let this world feel his wrath, just like all the worlds that had had the misfortune of housing him before. He would destroy the plague that was life, and bring peace to every Reality in existence....

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In a different Reality, Five Universes Away, in Schimatismou, Sixth Universe of Reality#7

A star floated in its orbit, exerting a pull over ten other stars in its system. Inside the star was a consciousness, a being with tremendous power. That being was Yerev, steward of Maximus, the Sixth Being. 

Why does this happen, every single time? Yerev frantically thought to himself.

Six times he's been reborn, and despite all my best attempts, despite all the Protectors I create, I am unable to destroy him. When I try to keep him safe, the Shift just occurs sooner. The accursed pineal gland, the Ever-Present body part, is always responsible for it. No matter what I do, this always happens. Is this truly his destiny? To be reborn over and over again, in an endless cycle, with only one mission?

The star burned brighter.

His only mission. Lord Goobishen Prime's only mission. His past. His present. And his future. 

He grew larger.

Is destroying every Reality truly what lies in store for the future of Goobishen Prime?