"It's hard for me to find time to write, but I delayed this post because I wanted to make the final chapter normal length instead of shortened as the previous ones were. And yes, I know that they were short; I wasn't trying to put one over on ya or anything like that. Hehe"
Finale
Necron was its name, and after a few moments I could see why this was the God of creation. It was stronger than anything I could ever imagine. It took every last ounce of spirit I had within me to even hold my ground against its power. A maelstrom of colors; energy beams from all around me split my skin and bled me. Then, sparkling platinum; scythes protruding from different parts of the creature's body, all violently waving in my direction for me to just barely escape.
I was ready to end this battle. Limitless power such as this Necron's is useless unless used for a cause. His cause was non-existent. He created because… it was in his nature; he fought to defend the crystal… because it was in his instinct. There was no greater purpose behind his actions, no noble cause to stand for. My cause, dark as it may have been, was still a worthy cause nonetheless; to rid the world of hatred; hell, to rid the world of everything. That's a worthy cause.
I suddenly became very frightened by my Trance. It was heavily relied upon and each time I reached it, I could find myself slowly slipping away. Maybe this was better off. When everything began to fade, maybe I didn't want to be completely sane. Traumatizing worlds of blankness awaited me. No, I don't want to be anything resembling human in this most cruel of inhuman worlds to follow.
The feelings of overwhelming fear stood in the way of my concentration; I took a devastating blow to the head, and that's when I knew the end was near. No more. I didn't have much more time to waste. I summoned a new power, one that I could not ever use before now, for I had never felt the limits of this new emotion,Fear. Red streams of plasma flowed around the god and singed its armor plated body, then reared back and launched, hitting its head, all at the same time. I named the attack "Terra's Vengeance." I imagine if my helpless victims in Terra could have seen it, they would have been proud; they would have wanted me to take the attack as well.
The god fell to the ground, which then fell into the sky, which then fell into a sea of clouds, and finally ocean. And after that, endless darkness. Midnight's pitch black, stretching out in all directions as far as the eye could see. Below me, it appeared as though I was floating and when I went in the direction formally known as "South" or "Down," my senses turned them inside out, inverted, and normal again. There was no direction in this world, no boundaries of gravity, and no barriers of any kind. Only I and the barely living body of Necron remained.
I was unprepared for what happened next.
"Dark Messenger, I'm not sure if you are quite aware of what you have done just yet, but you will very soon. With the crystal gone, all things have disappeared with it. What is to become of you now? Do you think you will simply die, leaving your mistakes behind for someone else to clean up? I won't allow it; I won't allow my universe to be purged of everything and let the most vile thing escape from the emptiness unscathed. You will remain here for eternity, alone. Can you even imagine it? Conceive this: nothing to look at; living, breathing, and tasting the pitch black chaos forever. You have every right to be afraid."
So the pathetic creature speaks. The words left no impression at the time, until I realized just how long eternity was. Time after time again in a world where time meant nothing, I found myself unable to die; a curse that was supposed to be a blessing, left from destroying the Crystal. I stood emotionless in my own Emptiness, facing the demons of my own creation, eating my words, regretting every action. And still I stand here, waiting for even the slightest thing to happen, for a next evolution to take place, anything to break this endless monotony.
And most ironic of all, I am the main character of my play, the star of the show that will never end. I'll never see my finale. The curtains won't close. The show will go on, the last Act everlasting, my sweet ending just beyond my reach. Only now do I realize, still floating here, that I was the only creature acting out of pathetic instinct. Everything I did, all to fight my fear of ending, to be destroyed. And now, I haveovercome that, and I want nothing more than to have failed.
"The most suitable punishment for anyone is to give them too much of that which they desire most."
