Dreadward roared, tearing out a cyborg's heart. He looked at Jacob, who was in his ten-thousand handed divine form, as he messily devoured it. The ancient hekatonkheire stared back, his sixty faces burning with holy power. "Remember that we are blood-brothers. We shall stand together until the end of the universe approaches us!" Jacob said. Dreadward nodded, and tore out the spine of another cyborg. Dreadward's skin absorbed the blood, granting him the cyborg's power. Not that he needed it. More cyborgs emerged from their underground laboratories, and leaped out at Dreadward. Before they could get a hit in, Jacob disintegrated them with his laser vision.
A burning sky heralded the coming of the Fuckreapers. Dreadward unveiled his true form, turning the cyborg army around him into ash, and driving the few survivors mad. "I am the Dread Ward. I am the Culling. Behold, for I crush the world in my right hand and give birth to it anew in my left." The Fuckreapers were not intimidated by this boast, and their Fuckscythes cut Dreadward apart. Dreadward pulled himself together, his blood falling on the landscape and birthing monsters where it landed. He punched a Fuckreaper into the sun, blowing it the fuck up. Then he conjured a new sun, and threw it through the Fuckreapers. It crashed into the corpse of the old sun and fused with it, forming a new star that will shine for at least sixteen billion more years.
Meanwhile, the hands of Jacob each grabbed one of the discarded Fuckscythes, and cut open holes in the universe. Armies of Yazata came forward, engaging the Fuckreapers in war. The immense war tore the planet apart, killing all life on it. The dead came back as wraiths, and would haunt the world for aeons to come. Jacob and Dreadward transformed back into their mortal avatars. They looked upon the phantom-haunted wasteland, and summoned their starship, Cathedral Oblivion, to pick them up. Chaos was fucked.