I will tell you what i know, what I gather from every known piece of information I have seen and heard. Apocalypse, once took the life of a normal creature.
This traditional specimen of a wolf had a calling, Bliss. He was officially made a member of the 'paradiso pakiti', meaning 'paradise pack' in an African language. To obtain his high rank he had a relationship of defensive affection for his pack. Though this passion did not bring him to a leader's stand, his exceptional strength brought him appropriately to second in position. His character passed a pleasant glow, thus the name 'Bliss' comes into play. Descending into a fight he had discovered a pleasing red personage, her name was Chili. Her being would emit a multi personality, to tell what was on her mind was nearly impossible. But one thing possible to understand was her devotion to Bliss. The day to alter his emotions was when her presence was found missing, without notice. Bliss went out to find her, having not one paw step to reference her path. The miraculous day he would discover her would be the most drastic shift in his natural being. To the end of these extended periods of lung thumping search, his eyes finally encounter her's. But, where was the adoration her eyes had shown for him? Bleeding with guilt they were, for the four beautiful pups drinking beside her. And the source aside her, a heavily muscled, clouded, and sharp male wolf. This instant of realization had concluded his mate's shared gift of offspring with another spouse. Chili's mate (or second mate) sensed the threat of another of his gender, protectively he carried himself off the surface. His first attack warned in a heavily structured voice, "Leave, or else!". Such short, simple words in which one of a lesser body could not dream to achive in fight. He was constrained to flee. Down the hill in which a child's confidence conqured to reach the familiar scent of a lost loved one. The brown male followed close behind, but finished in a stop half way down the hill.
The sour flavor of an easy defeat (not on his part) weakened his taste buds. How would a sane reaction take place in an area never effected? Emotions would snap, an event such as this in a perfectly lived world would produce disturbing reflection inside an intellect. Later, His pack leader was exposed to the same unsuccessful journey in which a loved one among the pack, was missing. Bliss. To his finding, the leader teared in thought. A very relieved sigh was expressed into the air, such a quick discovery of his lost beta. Perhaps he wasn't lost at all, in the idea of the alpha. Softly said, even jokingly he spoke "Ugh bliss," In sketched patterns of pants. "don't do that again, you had the pack-" But Bliss refused the leaders tongue of thankful words. His existence could not control itself. The eyes of the undefined male were robbed of light. Forcing his leader against the dusty floor, his desperation forced him the words, "For every chance the truth tries to show itself, a lie will always hide behind it!" His leader looked into his eyes with confusion. And just as a word struggled to jumped off his tongue, bliss had slit it with a gruesome rip of his fangs and ended his leaders lasting pain. Bliss's body ached in pain at that moment, it was as if he was turning into air. His bones struck him like sticks into flesh. His eyes burned like unending bee stings. Suffering and confusion screeched and roared out of his throat. He felt a slime rush into his mouth like water in a drowned victim. Crawling down his throat, forcing its way into him. He felt unearthly. He was desperately trying to fight whatever was squeezing its breath into his flesh and blood. Everything around him had fled from this psychotic sight, the blood screeching sound waves & the unknown visions of black and such a paranormal red. He began to vision things, that aren't suppose to be seen. They say his soul was lost, to one whom cannot be explained. A 'being' bounded with Bliss' body. His body refused itself and split into two beings. One being Bliss, the other Apocalypse. An extreme evil possed in the alternate reality being forced every drip of good from Bliss. Thus, Bliss' body split into his normal self, except without misdeed, to express what a life he treated others to would be like for him. And formed from Bliss' body, came Apocalypse. The being from another reality. This being cannot be expressed, but is described as having lost it's humane spirit and crossed paths with bliss' reality because it was drawn to his demonic thoughts. This would never be possible, had a pety glitch in the universe set off this cycle. This alternate realities 'being' literally found bliss at the same millisecond that bliss was angered. The 'being' didn't exactly have a form because it was from another reality, but it had the substance of a sticky black mud that spread like disease. The Bliss that escaped, was the most divine spirit in the universe, earning the name 'Absolution' meaning the forgiveness of any mis-deeds made by a confused soul and the understanding of sad mis-fortunes. The other Bliss that was taken over by the 'being' could not even be called wicked or evil for its disturbing nature, and so was born the name: 'Apocalypse' symbolizing the end of the world of good, and the destruction of innocent souls. Due to the unearthly nature of the being inside Apocalypse, he could take many disturbing forms, and was unrestricted to do many of things that would be impossible for a normal thing. Apocalypse now referred himself to "We" as he bonded with the 'being' and become two in one.
No more detail can be expressed in this area, I do not have enough information. This was described in my easiest description and understanding so that I could make it possible for you to understand as well.
The sun cut through the trees, and a vile creature had a promise to keep. It's mind slithered through the forest, taking yet again a journey to his lost mate. This time, he knew she intended it. And yet again he found himself staring at her, this time distanced outside a den. This time, smell was not a factor her new mate could use to discover his presence. So there they lay, paw atop paw, eye to eye, smile responding to smile, and pup squeezed next to pup. And there, behind them now, stood Apocalypse. Taking his old form, but altered as darker and bigger. In this quiet den now, screeched the high note of the brown male. Chili's head spanned in response, but to expose her mate's lifeless body slowly disapear. A choking scream could not escape her, but was expressed through her ample pupils. A long claw slid across the black dirt to the nose of a pup, and it's mother cracked the painful "No! Oh God no! Not them too! Please!". Rotting fangs ripped across her two pups, at this point tears were impossible to utter in this black silence that only death could explain.
For reasons later explained he let her 2 other pups, the female pups, free.
Apocalypse allowed chili to run. For the purpose of torture, every second of her escape she spent in terror. The pain of death to strike at any moment. She Froze at every noise that entered her ears. Her eyes burned from the tears that fell like rain down her beautiful face. But this time he saved his old form for her as he entered the place she was hiding. She uttered no sound, she knew her life was on the edge. He walked up to her, and circled her continuously. His eyes turning white, he tortured her with dirty looks, reminding her of her crime. Her throat gave into the silence that recalled her crimes, "I beg of death if you continue my torment!". His eyes opened up with a devilish smile, "But we have a much more in store for you, my dear." Her eye lids curtained her view, negotiating with this unearthly soul would be like changing the purpose of a gun. "Ask of me and I shall give you!". He would not speak, but continued in circles. It was known to both of them that he was standing on higher ground than she. She forced herself to mature, and her eyes filled with replacement for tears with a scratched voice, "I take interest in your authority, your powerful energy." This statement did not digest well to him. He walked up to her in ghostly silence, but cut it with an uncivil yell, "Is that why you found a more powerful replacement to Bliss!?" Her lips could not move as his words blasted into her ears with forced echoing among the walls of the den. He breathed in whispers as his paw pad applied pressure to her knuckles, "You want a powerful figure?! Then be opened to this law: Paradise comes at a price." She did not understand, yet she knew something was going to drop upon her like a stone. She avoided this stimulus, "So, what is your price?" His throat rumbled deep, "Eternal life." She let out a deep breath in return to his black tongue, a breath of relief. She was so happy in her mind, this truely is the best power. His claws extended from his paw to enter her flesh, her childish attention was needed, "Your eyes will behold the true pain to this fate." She stared at him in a moment of innocence, inability to understand. Hesitent, she stood thinking about what could be wrong with such a gift in which he made look like a piercing of the heart. But she resisted the dark side of the deal, and replied,"I accept this fate of yours." He gave her a terrifying smirk, her bark cracked and refused to identify him with his true name "What are you? What have you become?!" He spoke in whispers to adress her,"What you are soon to be." From this she had concluded he was going to change her into a living, rotting skeleton as he was and she cried:"You liar! You promised eternal life, not the appearance of a dying disease!" He stopped his circles, "WE are eternal life. We are of what you wish to be. We are of what every miserly ignorance sheds to be!" She dropped to the floor knowing no escape. He grabbed her attention with a sharp claw, "Your name is now Empoissox," He began a sharp wording, "But we shall call you, Poisen."
That moment on, her body never returned to it's normal form. The earthly fire of her sight was darkened with shadowed green eyes. Her face long as a sly fox, and her body of the most beautiful creature in the world. From her fangs dripped the real green liquid that any balanced lamb's legs would tremble from. The eyes of all he-wolves that allowed the sight of her bled with lust. But the love they had for her would only bring them to misury. Sometimes killing them, sometimes tormenting them until hope is squeezed from their tongues, til they offer up what they believe is right.
