End.
It was cold and dark. Heavy eyelids slowly rose, although the wet body feels heavier than lead. Wet clothing. Heavy, wet clothing. An overwhelming scent of blood. Unfocused eyes scan the surroundings. See three bloody, lifeless bodies.
Then light. Black, shimmering light.
A smiling face, with mirthless, endless black eyes. A voice that pierces souls. One that promises chaos and order, the end and a beginning.
“Is this it?” the voice asks, “Is this that awakening that we have been waiting millenia for? And it comes with mortal danger. Isn’t that ironic, don’t you think?”
Long black hair, sleeked back, with unruly locks spiking out. Grinning wider, the body bends and leans forward. Still no mirth in those eyes.
“Very well done, in any case. A torn throat, a liver ripped out, and a heart extracted. How efficient of you. If only it didn’t have to come from you being stabbed.” This voice. So hollow.
“I’m thoroughly disappointed though.” Mocking. “Hundreds of years in waiting. And it comes, to rid of three measly mortals. For the sake of a mortal you didn’t even know.” Heat. Anger.
Those eyes. That stare. “That power. Such a waste, it was, on you. You could have taken on the gods. You could have taken your place!” Fury.
“YOU COULD HAVE SET THINGS RIGHT!” Tears? Sadness. Grief.
“But this is it? Would I have to wait again?” Disappointment.
A smile. Not his. Mine.
But this is the end. It’s over now. No more suffering. No more questions. Just a blur.
“You never did find it.” That voice. “It never ends until you do.”
Pain.
No longer.
