At Screaming Time the women of Lextalionis gathered in their many millions and spewed their anguish out into the atmosphere. They let go of their anger and their torment and cast it far out into the black spaces between the planets. Lately there were so many women that the noise had become something tangible. Their banshee howls of rage splintering small stars with it’s force. A culmination of pain of such magnitude was giving birth to it’s own energy. Potent and visceral it dripped like golden raindrops over the women. It gave them strength and it gave them a new power; the ability to visit earth again.
With the sole purpose of retribution.