The Star was young, and it was dying. Iron--inert ash its great fusion core--had begun to form. Its fire stoked ever hotter, burning faster and faster, but the buildup only sped up.

Then the Star's core broke; it collapsed into something odd. A wave of incredible energy, an entire Galaxy's worth of light, wafted out in a massive dirge. The Star had died.

And something else was born.

As the great light and energy of the Star's death gradually dulled away, the strange Beast born its belly gradually ate at the remnants of its parent. But while the Star celebrated its presence in glorious light, the Beast simply drank and ate the stardust and energy of its birth.

In a backdrop of incredible light, the Beast did not shine at all.