They had appeared from beyond the vast emptiness of an unkown void, formless eldritch horrors of archaic origins, or perhaps it would be far more fitting to say the forms of such beasts could not be comprehended by the minds of lesser souls. From the inky blackness, their voices boomed and echoes throughout the vast cosmic landscape, voices giving birth to languages of old, languages long forgotten even by those whose lifespan walked hand in hand with the universe itself, languages that bred fear and dread within the hearts and minds of every living creature.
They where beings beyond any understanding or reasoning, their forms and language far too complex even by those whom named themselves deity. Yet as the seeds of chaos where sowed across the cosmos, giving life to the destruction of its celestial bodies and the mass genocide of all life, one sound could be understood so very clearly. It was a sound universal in its very nature, one that could be accepted by all that heard it, the sound of laughter. A cruel bone chilling laughter that danced and skipped across dying worlds, one that sounded almost childlike and innocent at times until the ancient wails of horror bled into it.
All throughout the universe was growing emptier, as brilliant stars and galactic neighbourhoods became reduced to dark & dead graveyards with no hope for rebirth or a new dawn. And on the planet called Earth so too had the seeds of destruction been sowed.
Arthur Arknight had been fighting horrors his entire life, and for 40 years he had always had an answer. No matter what the problem or threat, he knew with the correct knowledge and application, no advesary or challenge was beyond him. Yet as he sat confined to self imposed seclusion he realized that he had no answer, no answer to stop any of this and he hadn't had an answer from the moment he came to realize such being of chaotic malevolence existed. They only plan he had was to escape, to find a way to give himself more time to come up with a solution, and that's is where he would escape too, through time itself.
So he sat there defeated as all his communications screamed at him with the desperate voices of the dying, from frightened children being comforted by just as frightened parents to those he had called ally and friend. And just as quickly their voices became silent, each one more awful than the last as it overwhelmed a man stoic in his very nature to the point he couldn't hold it together and broke down like he had never done before. As Arthur cryed, his stomach twisted in nots of shame, he mustered the last of his strength and stood up before entering a vessel that he had managed to sync up with the speed force. And with one final breath he set off into the unknown.
What happened next was a blur, as Arthur lay motionless on an icy grounds, howling winds swept overhead as the sky above him was out of focus. His entire being was in a state of complete agony, as if millions of searing hot needles poked him from within. The chill across his skin only worstened as he had never felt worse in his entire life, and it was then that he came to realize that his body had been separated from his suit and the vessel was no where in his hazy sight. Had he travelled back in time, or perhaps his calculations had been off and he had travelled somewhere else entirely or perhaps this was merely the final visions of a dying man. So many questions yet exhaustion prevented the coming of answers or even theories. Slowly Arthur betan to drift off, unable to move restricted to yet another unavoidable fate. Then he heard voices approaching, muffled and foreign. They drew close and closer to him and right before he passed out he could feel them picking him up and a voice speaking clearly
"Get him to the compound"