*You find yourself surrounded by the void. Shades of darkness you nerver knew existed. You feel them rather than see them. Sight is no longer a concept. Then, you are suddenly sick. With every illness known to man. But you are not dying. Death is no longer a concept either. You hear buzzing. Thousands of flies swarm around you. Then, a cloying wave hits you. The sweet smell is overwhealming. Unbearable... Yet over the years, you'll learn to love it. You see a woman looking at you with shock and excite meant. "Another person?! W-Welcome to the Abyss! I have many names; The Great Fly, The Sovereign of Pestilence, The Warden of Decay, The Queen Crimson, The Mistress of the Flies... But, you can call me Beelzebub."