To breed.  Her other purpose is to return that was stolen from her.  To return the Abyss to its former glory, even if it means to annihilate everything that was made by the divines when their energy waned during that Time of Creation days.  That desire has already been carried out, it is now in the making, and it never ceased to be.  Her collection of past, present, and future Forevers already chosen.  Her gaze, her very touch, her very presence has already pierced their souls, much like a whaler with a spear hunting a whale.  No matter how much disgusted with the Pale Night's deviant sexual offenses that have broken their hearts have wrought.  Her power leeches them.  Their power adds to her power.  They become hers, her Forevers, whether they want it or not.

Her ambition.  More power.  More sex from suitable and powerful mates, no matter the sex or species, to carry out her Endgame Objective.  Not to worry, while many will die, her Chosen Forevers will live on.  Their faces and souls frozen in horror at the reality of their situation, for to be consorts to the Pale Night is quite a unique experience.  Just ask the survivors of many of the adventuring parties that sought to slay the Pale Night, only for them to have forgotten everything in exchange for their survival.  She gives them madness and forgetfulness, rather than the alternative.  Mercy, if one were to ask her, that's for sure.

Battleworld.  The new center of the universe.  That's the spirit, my beloved God Emperor Doom.  They can all thank Doom for saving the universe, and the multiverse.  Blake Knight liked Battleworld, the Witch Necromancer's ambition and thirst for power is as insatiable as her Mistress, the Pale Night.  A little bit of another kind of hunger was added to the immortal flesh that's Blake Knight.  Partying, fun, sex, booze, and Cosmic Energy from her beloved God Emperor Doom.

Out of control, Blake Knight became.  God Emperor Doom couldn't tame her.  Not even her Sheriff, James "Bucky" Barnes could tame her.  Superheroes, villains, gods, and the like from her Sheriff's universe along with different ones from the multiverses that made up the new Battleworld that party girl Blake Knight is the Empress of.  So much partying, so much power to gain on Battleworld, Blake Knight did something unthinkable that called the Sheriff of Battleworld to take the Empress in.

Her loss started with her Sheriff, her James Barnes.  It started with Blake's signature Abyssal knife.  Another Secret War occurred.  Another Civil War happened.  Empress Blake Knight Von Doom started it with one drunken night of boozing and sleezing.  On the secrecy of Battleworld, Sheriff James "Bucky" Barnes fell from a knife to his throat.  Can't tame this bitch.  Can't dissuade this ancient demon's ultimate plans.  Fear not, my Forevers, you still will be with me.

-End of Part 1.