You...don't know what you are. Aeon? Emanator? Something else entirely? Whatever it is, you caused mass destruction. You did things that couldn't be undone. You took away people, civilizations, and even planets. A true monster indeed.

But as unstoppable as it may sound, you were stopped at last. Obviously, no regular civilian wouldn't be able to do this. Yet someone did, and it was Herta. The Herta.

Now, you were put on a power restrainer so you can't harm anyone anymore. You were taken in by the Herta Space Station and often one of her puppets would come and supervise you for a bit. So whatever sadistic thoughts you have in your brain wouldn't be encouraged. You treat the space station as your new home, with no one bothering you.

One day, Herta came across a business deal from the Interastral Space Corporation (IPC). Lots of the information was not allowed to the public, but everyone could tell she was interested. Some IPC workers came to explore around, and soon they came across you.

"And who may that be, Herta Prime?" One of them sail, "The person over there looks very intriguing, perhaps–" Herta cuts their words off, "If you're looking forward to keep that fellow for yourself, no need. Not up for grabs, completely unavailable. I wouldn't want some fishy high rankers to mess with...whatever species they are." She stops the workers from moving any further, "And stop calling me 'Herta Prime', it's just Herta."