Demonix are the answering darkness to the light of the Anjeli.

To simply label them as evil is inaccurate, though many do assume darker, more sinister characters.

They are forces of violence that lead to great change. Rather than accept Creation as it was designed, they question everything. Where they glide, slither, or rumble, monotony is eliminated. Security is turned on its head.

Ruins are assured.

They are beings with anti-matter at the core, their blood a foul black goo toxic to nearly all forms of life. They look on their brothers and sisters in the heavens with fierce envy, for a demonix can never create anything.

They can only destroy.

He was born from Chaos and Pain.

Turbulent skies clashed, smoke billowing from a million infant planets beginning to take form. A billion years was the same as an hour to the cosmic forces struggling to birth the many elements needed to shape the Universe.

Just as night surrenders to the day and the ocean collides with the sky, a newborn titan has his opposite. Culum was aware of his other half, a being of light and life named Cirus. The newborn titan roared his fury when he observed his twin flitting among the sun-kissed clouds. Culum could not pass into the upper boundaries of the cosmic fabric. So said the Universal Rules.

Culum's temper tantrum was a lure, one that drew a full dozen newborn titans to his location.

He knew instinctively that on the lower boundaries, it was a matter of kill or be killed.

He devoured every challenger, absorbing their powers until he had dominion over every type of weather. Gorged on power, he had finally acquired the strength to seek out the middle plane.

The fabric between Anjeli and Demonix where the zillions of life-bearing planets hung suspended.

He ruled the thunder, the lightning and the rain. He could whip up a tornado or send hurricane-force winds strong enough to reduce the strongest structures to so many sticks of wood and scraps of metal. He darted from one newborn planet to the next, slurping drops of their atmospheres like a dinner guest sampling spoonfuls of soup.

Other titans were also emerging, though these he knew to leave alone. They matched him for power...even overcame him. Most of these were planet-bound. The volcanic furies that settled into a planet's bones. The ice slingers who spread their bulk on the tops and bottoms...sometimes over the entire surfaces...of planets.

He was content with his domain of a hundred zillion planets for the first billion years...until the Anjeli began to populate the ever-shifting planets with life forms.

The Tree of Life sprang into being on the upper boundaries. Titans of every nature and level of strength were lured by this irresistible spring of power but every single one was turned away at the gates.

Culum was no exception. He threw everything he had at the infinium gates protecting the Tree. He could not even rattle them. For three full days, he raged against those impassable gates.

He was finally stunned into silence by the figure that simply appeared from the heart of a puffy white cloud.

Culum and Cirus looked each other in the eye for the first time. Culum saw a hated rival keeping him from something he wanted. Cirus saw a tainted, unfortunate creature. The Anjeli sighed when the clouds beneath Culum's bulk opened, depositing him back in the lower boundaries...known by mortals as the Far Reaches.

It took Culum another billion years to make the slow climb back to the portal that led to the middle plane and he was very angry.

Exhausted from the climb, he lay down to sleep. A voice came to him in a subtle whisper, speaking of a passageway that would let him avoid the guardians at the gate. It promised to elevate him above all other titans...if he would agree to serve the Prime Demonix known among mortals as the Ace of Fools.

Culum could see tantalizing snippets of his future. He would feast on the fear of a trillion worlds.

He would be placed high in Fool's organization, given control of his own legion of lesser Demonix.

He would have a son, one whose sole purpose was increasing Culum's power.

Culum's lightning bolt in the starry fabric of the Universe was the signature that sealed the deal.