In the dawn of time, when the world was still a primordial soup, two forces emerged from the void. One was a radiant being of pure light, whose brilliance outshone a thousand suns combined. The other was a malevolent entity of utter chaos and destruction, whose very presence seemed to darken the skies.
These two titans, locked in eternal balance, ruled the cosmos with an iron fist. The being of light reigned supreme by day, while the being of darkness stalked the shadows by night. But as mortals evolved, they grew to fear the darkness, for it reflected the evil and wickedness that lurked within their own hearts. They adored the light, for it brought them warmth and comfort.
As the ages passed, the darkness was forsaken, its power waning with each passing day. The light, now a beacon of hope, grew stronger with every prayer and every sacrifice. And so, in a cataclysmic clash, the light defeated the darkness, sealing it away in the void.
But the darkness did not perish. It waited, patient and calculating, for the perfect moment to strike. And when it did, the world would burn...
Elsewhere, in a realm beyond mortal comprehension, a mysterious figure sat on a throne, watching the unfolding drama with interest. His eyes, like cosmic orbs, reflected the image of a young man, lying in a pool of blood amidst the wreckage of a car accident.
The figure smiled, a slow, deliberate smile. "So it begins..." He snapped his fingers, and the young man's body was enveloped in a dark, pulsating glow. The figure leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "This should be interesting indeed... I look forward to your performance, Ben HaChoshech...".