Legend Lore: The Intercessor

In the dark before the worlds were given form, something Was, and that something was content.
In the light of new creation, that something was forced to take pained screaming shape, and that shape was hungry.
In the long years of the cosmos, that shape fed until the dark came again, and it was content.
In the fullness of time, it could not stay content, for the light of new creation dawned once again.
In the next world it wandered -ravenous, gullible, desperate- until its dark returned.
In the life beyond it grew a margin wiser with every foolish deal struck.
And in the next.
And in the next.
In the cycle of creation it persists, Interceding here or there, feasting, to speed the return of its dark.