He has been called many names by many people.

Devourer.

Consumer.

Eternal Void.

One day you might begin to notice your world change - sounds becoming quieter, colors less vibrant, your very senses less vivid. Quake in despair at that moment, lamentable one, for your fate is sealed.

If you're truly damned, you might see him before your end - a silhouette, cloaked in black. Its form changes and swirls, nonexistence incarnate, a paradox of paradoxes.

He exists to devour.

Consume.

To gorge himself upon the very fabric of life and existence.

He cares for naught but the satiation of his hunger.

His name is Edo Edi Essum.

And you cannot stop him.