Ender

As his name suggests, Ender is the annihilator of worlds, the harbringer of destruction. Entire planets have been consumed in fire and blood at his claws, and yet, it still wasn't enough. No matter how many worlds he destroyed, there was still too much, too much noise in the universe. Too many voices in his head, whispering in his ears, urging him to seek, to control.... to end. There was no escaping his power once he held a planet between his talons. There was no hope for the damned. The sounds of screaming became a constant noise, but it was music compared to those hideous voices, always talking talking talking in his head. Like the flies which buzzed unceasingly at the corpses he created, the voices, those unseen forces, continued to work their enchantments on him.

Until one day, they stopped. Ender recoiled, as if he'd been stung, waiting, waiting. Surely they would come back, surely they couldn't just stop. Not after all this time. Not after all he had done. They had to come back. They had to tell him what to do, who to incinerate, where to unleash himself. They always told him what to do. And he always did it. It was always them doing it, through him. It was always them. It wasn't really all his fault, was it?

Ender searched the universe, for something, anything. But there was nothing. Only endless blackness, devoid of life, devoid of light. There was only himself, and the nothingness he had created.