And then, the world exploded.
I couldn't belive my eyes. Me and my buddy Chupon were flying high, well above the carnage. I saw it all.
I know damn well I'm not a nice octapus. But what was happening around us, that was evil. No good could possibly come out of it. I watched continents break into pieces, the Serpent Trench rise from the sea. The floating island above was breaking to pieces that crashed into the land like God's own fists. I saw the human Returners, whom I had antagonized at nearly every given opportunity. Their flying ship was torn apart in a hellish storm of flying rock and lightning.
We were the only eye in the storm. Chupon didn't even seem to have clue what the hell was going on. He floated along merrily.
But I could feel it. Three beings of vast power were tearing the earth apart from simply moving. I don't know how or why I could feel it happening, but I did. The power swirling in the air like a hurricane was wreaking havoc on the entire world. The sky glowed with the power. Lightning danced in the clouds.
Chupon just flew higher, above the electrical storms. We were the only safe ones. Lightning rained on the world.
I watched. It's all I could do. I knew that I had made this mess worse. Even if I am a nasty creature, a monster, I never had wanted this. I shouldn't have attacked the Returners when they were heading for the island, trying to prevent this. Hell, I could have taken the Imperial Air Force myself, given them precious time. Maybe if I had, the world wouldn't be screaming in it's death throes.
I watched mountains collaspe. I saw a village half-flooded, nearly every adult killed. I saw a rock thrust from the ocean, and could feel a dark thing in it.
I can't help but feel guilty. I can't help but feel responsible.
I felt a fourth power come from the first three. Oh hell, just what we needed. A live deity, to help the three stoned ones rip the earth into chunks. I knew that was partially my own fault, too. I hated it.
I watched, and made a resolution. I wasn't going to make a nuisence of myself anymore. I decided help correct it, if I could. If not, then I'd at least stay the hell out of the way. I wouldn't be party to those that would destroy everything, even if I had something against the people trying to stop it from happening. I wouldn't attack anyone I didn't know to be trying to wreck the world. I wouldn't eat humans.
Then it hit me.
I'm not a monster anymore.