When I say Sir Andrew must live through the world ending over and over, I do not simply mean the last hour of life on earth. Sir Andrews fate is far worse than that. He lives through evertything, from the creation of the first single celled organism, through primitive creatures just learning to walk, up to people that remind him of home and even past that to things so advanced the only thing keeping them from vibrating out of space and time is a mental link to a central tower. Each time he lives through the creation and destrution of the world, it is different everytime.

Time has lost all meaning for Sir Andrew. His name has lost all meaning. Darkness and light hold nothing more than trivial eye trickery. Sir Andrews once noble quest to destroy a demon has cursed him with this and many other things.

Even in Sir Andrew's madness and contempt for what he is, he notices that this time the world isn't dying to plague, fire, water, or man made destruction. There is a small black bubble rising from the ground in the central city whoms name Sir Andrew doesn't care to know. What Sir Andrew does care about is the fact that the people of the city are calling the bubble Erinyes, for whoever touches it is plauged with the distruction of everything that person has known.