The graveyard of fallen warriors stretches out into infinity, yet it can never be seen by any eye except the one of the man who looks at this scene. The bodies buried under this soil will eventually turn into bones, the bones will eventually turn into dust, and the dust will turn into soil once again, soil which will never give life to anybody on this cursed planet. The bodies of the man's loved ones also lie in these thousand graves, but not even their physical presence can escape their fate, only their memories will remain etched into the memory of the man forever. His mother as she died by the hands of a red creature. His father as he was impaled by a steel support. His girlfriend as he was turned into something that does not even resemble a sapient being. These memories will always remain with him, until the end of his life, which will never happen.
In his foolishness, the man who stands in front of the infinite graves, has made a pact with a goddess to turn himself into one who can protect his home, but instead, he only got a power that he could not use. Power, the price of which was eternal servtitude to the goddess, power, the price of which was an eternal life lived in an eternal universe amongst beings that could not even begin to understand his pain. Or at least so he believes. Or at least so he thinks. He thinks he is bound by the goddess, but he is not. Only his eternal life binds him, and nothing else, but he has not realised this yet, and neither has the goddess. Both of them thought that they would be forever bound by this contract. Both of them thought that the man would have to obey the goddess.
And as he weeps in front of the infinite graves, the spark of a resolve is born in the heart of this man. It is merely a spark, but it is enough to ignite the built-up frustration and fury in his soul. It is a mere, single flame, but it is enough to set fire to the barrel full with gunpowder that stands in between a dam, a river and a city. And as the fuse of the barrel burns, a vow is born on the lips of the man, an oath is formed that sentences the creatures that attacked his planet to death. Words get shaped by the lungs, the vocal chords, the mouth and the lips of the man, words that form into sentences, sentences that form into paragraphs, paragraphs that form into one of the most relentless promises ever made. No, perhaps, contract is the right word for this promise, because this man is already overcome by fury, and he has agreed with himself that either he or these red creatures die.
With resolve in his mind, with the memories of his loved ones still lingering in his thoughts, the man sets off to a journey amongst the stars to find species that can help him. One by one, he convinces them to join his fight, to lend him their strength so that he can fight his own, personal war. One by one, these species die slow, painful deaths as they are eaten away by a force that is much stronger than them. One by one, the emotions of the man slowly start to die until nothing remains of him but a hollow shell dominated by a desert of a soul. Only his oath, his promise, the contract he made with himself remains to motivate him, but now he cares not how he achieves it. No matter how many he has to sacrifice, he will end the creatures that killed his life, that are responsible for his current state.
And as he continues on relentlessly, the goddess watches him with horror. She watches as he slaughters innocents, she watches as he creates fake attacks to convince species into joining him, she watches as he learns how to manipulate the opinions of those around him and turn them into his willing servants. And there is nothing she can do about him, for he is her patron, and thus he is immortal.