Prologue:

“Aly…?” Death calls.

“Yes,” I answer.

She sighs as hesitation litters her lips, “What do you know about the King of Kings?”

“Are you referring to the Convicts? What do they have to do with being a Grim?”

“It has everything to do with us. All of us.”

“Humans and Hosts alike?”

She places a hand on my shoulder as we look at what she states is the foundation of the universe, “Humans, Hosts, Entities, and Beings alike.”

I still can’t see the point to this whole conversation. All I see are 3 large rusting needles colliding together as they float in the middle of the darkened room. The largest needle stands tall with its sharp tip pointed down while the other two smaller needles make an “x” shape as they cross behind the one in front of them. A puddle of red stains the floor below them and that’s when I notice it. The room doesn’t have a single normal light source. Instead, the light emanates from the large rusted needles in front of me as if they are the Light. 

What am I supposed to make of all of this?