*1800 Years Before the Millennial War, Between the Worlds*
"Who are you?" asked Diavolo, his thought vibrating in the silence of the void.
The silhouette slowly straightened up.
"I am the one who has protected you since your birth, even though you spent your time doing unprofitable things like dying for your wife," replied the entity in a voice that resonated like a distant thunder rumble... "I am the Thirteenth Constellation: Antichrist."
Diavolo remained frozen, trying to analyze this name: "Constellation? What does that mean?"
The Antichrist approached the fire, the gray flames casting moving shadows on what seemed to be a faceless black plate armor.
