The Rift



It's a phenomenon that's been recorded across most species in Existence. It's something that's featured heavily into many works of fiction; movies, books, video games, comic books, etc. It's a thing that's become used with such regularity that it's become a trope with many variations across various forms of media. It's something that's looked on with absurdity but, with so many instances in so many different places and variations, did anyone actually consider that there was ever a grain of truth to the trope? That perhaps if they looked hard enough that they might find something of it in ancient history.

In every place there's an urban legend of the mysterious store that everyone's positive wasn't there yesterday but somehow it's in the collective consciousness that it's always been there. This store seems to sell most everything from the apparently useless to the decidedly ridiculous. But somehow off to the side people can catch a glimpse of the one thing that they've always wanted. It may not be exactly what they need, or anything that they're capable of handling, but they've always wanted it.

This place is known as The Rift. It has doors and locations spread all throughout the universe and into other dimensions. Through the innumerable mysterious looking buildings and aged doors of the building as it exists in the number of places it can be found, every door leads to the same impossibly large store. Things can be found here that defy the imagination. Various species and races, various periods in time in various lands. The odd and mysterious place opens it's doors and holds nearly everything inside of it's extra-dimensional space. Though there are doors to innumerable places and times that lead there, one can only exit through the door in which they entered. There is no time or dimension hopping for the average customer.

Much like every other store in the universe there has to be a curator. There is someone who has to maintain and occupy the space. A store like this, left to its own devices can become a very sinister place indeed. The lone permanent occupant of The Rift is a man. He wears the skin and appearance of a man at the least. He's been there since the moment that the Rift was created and he'll likely be there until the universe blinks out of creation. Most people assume that the proprietors of such shops are simply out after some diabolical goals. Evil plots that end in a supernatural treatise on why you shouldn't trust strange shops who just so happen to sell the one item that you want for no apparent price. This would be incorrect.

Myrios LeJean is the being who has been in charge of the shop since it's moment of creation. While there have been rumors and legends throughout the ages no one truly knows if he's an angel, or a demon, both, or something else entirely. He doesn't seem to have any discernible goal other than to sell and receive goods. Unlike in the tropes, the store does accept money and you'll find Myrios incredibly aghast when the mention of trading souls is mentioned.