Khaos hovered at the center of a sealed dimension. There was no name to the place, not one that held meaning to her, save the name she'd carved into the shifting geometry of black and deep violet surrounding her. The endless, slow unfurling of the folds of reality had contained the process she'd set into motion long ago. Something huge and unwinding lurked beyond the inner barrier, demanding ceaseless, careful attention. She had shaped this place to ensure that the rest of existence would never be aware of the process contained within its walls.
Her eyes were half-closed when the telltale wisp of energy reached her senses
Azazel.
