Overseers...the culmination of everything that makes up the entirety of every single possible universe and reality. They have existed since pre-existence...bringing about all that is and ever will be in every single timeline, reality, and so forth. Without them, the world would be reduced to state of beyond nothingness and beyond even their own understanding. They exist everywhere and are always present whether one cares to notice or not.
Are they gods?
No. They are something beyond even the scope of that. They are beyond even the scope of the elder and outer gods from other dimensions. In short, there is no higher being than what they are and will ever be.
There was once something beyond nothing...since nothing really had not come into existence yet. Then came the Overseers...12 of them to be exact. They created their own selves and their corporeal bodies in order for others to see them and off course bestow upon the nothing a substance...then they created all realities as we know it. All universes. All possible histories and outcomes. It is all known to them. Every single life that exists they know of...but they each have their limits as each Overseer adheres to whatever role as Overseer they were gifted with.
And now...where there is void. Where there is shadow. Where there is fear. Where death walks, he guides it. Where even the tiniest bit of darkness dwells. He is there. He watches all. He is always very close and very far. He is always around. Whene fear grips your heart. When darkness envelops you when you go to sleep....when you shut your eyes. He is right there. He is looking at you always.
Is your shadow truly yours? Or maybe it is himself walking alongside you. His name is Kraevyalt (cray-vye-alt) the Overseer of Darkness, Fear, and Death. The true incarnation of these three forces combined.
Directly opposing Sylance, Kraevyalt wishes nothing more than to see his works spread across the entirety of existence. Darkness spreading it but one factor of his doing. When the moon rises, it is Sylance defending her children with what little light she can offer from Kraevyalt's menacing darkness. Death is orchestrated by him and is aware of when one is to fade away from this existence. Very self-assured and arrogant...yet can more than back it up with his inconceivable splendor.
He created the undead race of Sothros, superior to vampires, zombies, lichs, and everything that lie in between. They deliver his own machinations of death in their ever changing forms. They are the undead that evolve into differing shapes and sizes yet there is one he takes the greatest pride in. The humanoid birthed by mixing his primordial darkness with the designs of the most brilliant and twisted minds ever to plague the earth; Dr. Ruthro. This creation harbored his will yet the will of his own. His name?
Kyden
He has several forms he desires to take although his true form cannot be rightly contained in a singular universe or reality. He instead mostly takes on the guise of a darkened knight with a mass of blackness for a head.
But because his guise is mostly inapproachable, he often steps into a world in the guise of a female form even though he is ultimately genderless. He tends to see that the female of a species is often approached more often...and it is then that he can thrive and do as he himself pleases; devouring others with darkness~
