I still remember the night the stars went out.
It was colder than usual, freezing bones and turning breaths into little puffs of steam. It was autumn but general temperatures had dropped so much in the past few years that felt as if it was a quiet winter night.
We did not know how long we could resist, bulwarks of humanity in a world now almost over, the last ones left. We were about to fall asleep when the end began.
A comet tore through the indigo sky illuminating it with a soft greenish light, piercing the blanket of thick black clouds and crashing not too far from our settlement. We couldn't even get dressed that a myriad of black tentacles rose from the direction of the crash, pulsating with a strange yet familiar life, clunging to the stars in the sky.
And behind those same tentacles rose Adronar, the Devourer.
No one understood how we knew who or what he was, it was a knowledge we had within us from a dustant time, a name engraved in the soul of human consciousness eons ago, a brand in our psyche. His mantle shone with the brightness of all the celestial stars he had previously fed on and yet, despite the innumerable glimmers of light that could be glimpsed in his form, his hunger did not seem to have subsided. Slowly, one by one, all the stars in the sky went out while its tentacles tore them, merciless, from their hollow nests in the sky and carried them to the jaws of that almost divine being.
Just as its tentacles engulfed the moon, the last remaining light in that dark night, a second comet made its appearance in the sky. The terror that what we had just witnessed was only a small part of what was to happen next gripped our guts.