Fiction:Realities Altered/Dysnomia/Post Tenebras Lux

As the dystopian world evolved on, those who were on the outside of the galaxy could only watch in horror as the original beacon of the First Gigaquadrant fell apart at the seams. A century in the future, Andromeda became clouded. Those who lived in Andromeda forgot the outside world and those on the outside forgot the society that was imprisoned by crime and demonic rule.

However, very few still live from that time. One Kicath, legendary by name and by history, still stood waste deep in the horror of Dysnomia - Kithworto.

Part 1 - Prologue
I suppose I should start off with how the Kicathian Remnant has regained its power. It is rather relevant to my story.

The story of how we managed to retain power in the Milky Way began in 2800. Five years prior, myself and a team of others, and my own son Kithanan managed to tear the Dominion asunder. Concurrently, the Remnant waged war against the Empire. The war lasted five years until we seized our homeworld, Paclernos. As we did so, the Kicathian Remnant gained sovereignty in the Milky Way Galaxy once more. Families were reunited, peace restored, and our influence then returned. But still, we found Borealis to be of political influence and kept myself heading the Remnant from there.

Ninety-three years later.

Ninety three years later, in 2893, here we are. We do not know, or why, but Andromeda fell into collapse. All manner of society fell into itself, and it was forgotten by the outside world. And I am almost certain that Andromeda forgot us. My son, Kithanan, is currently travelling, searching for answers and hoping to retain some sort of light in Andromeda. But I fear that is not enough. Criminal syndicates watch your every step, and the Dominion has full policing control. Demons fly across the galaxy like a plague that is accepted by society.

Whilst I must commend Kithanan on his efforts, I must see Andromeda for myself. The darkness Andromeda has fallen into was much like Chaos itself. Anarchic, yet structured. There are so many false hopes there, that you lose your sense of belief. Friends turned into enemies, but enemies remained the same.

It struck me, when I learnt Paragon Uriel became descended. And his...son. Tyrus. My history with House Ultanos makes this infinitely more painful to bear, and whether I feel I can save him from this fate is out of the question. And his...son.

I have aged, since my emergence into the 'scene'. I am not the same Kicath I used to be, and my powers are forever growing. I have not travelled out of home for nearly a century, and I feel like I must break loose and take Andromeda by the horns before it gores the Gigaquadrant inadvertently.

I would like to know Andromeda once again, and I would like to feel unknown once more. A century of being treated like a god, and now I have the opportunity to know the galaxy as an outsider.