The grim reaper in human form sat drinking a cup of coffee in his office peacefully until his son ran in his office. "Dad, you won't believe it the moon has hatched!" The Necromancer shouted. His father choked on his coffee. "Are you alright, Dad?" asked Lance worried. "Yes, you psycho! The moon did what?" Blake, his dad said to his serial killer son. "This is more important than you and me! The moon has hatched, It was an egg!" Lance said, hardly believing it himself, and he saw it with his own eyes. "Ok, I'll try to prioritise! What came out a mega space chicken?" asked Blake, who was also the emperor of the solar system. "If only it was a space chicken!" Lance said sadly. "Then what hatched from it?" Ask his father. "A giant space locust!" said Lance. "Oh no they are world killers, they are worse than you!" said Blake, "They lay eggs in planets!" said Blake standing. "Dad, I am fate's-" Lance moaned. "Assassin!" Blake interrupted. "Whatever! We have a solar system to protect!" said Lance.