GOD FALLING
How long?
How many years? decades, centuries, millennia have passed?
He does'nt remember.
Sitting on the throne of kings he looks at a shaken hall, a ruin of its former glory.
Huge once richly decorated columns are now cracked.
Some lying in the middle of the passage slowly disintegrate, eaten away by time.
Dead silence reigns in the dark room, only the dust falling from the ceiling breaks the void of movement and sound.
A thin layer covers his spellcaster robes and his once white bones are sprinkled with gray like the dreary clouds of winter.
His whole being is tarnished, and even the little red dots that serve as his eyes are like dying embers, vestiges of a glance once blazing.
"How did i get there?"
The unliving God asks himself the question like so many times before.
"How could I have lost them? my wife, my children, their children, my subjects… "
A flash of memory cross his mind, he see the face of a beauty like no other, her golden eyes, her pure white horns and her dark black hair.
Her name is there within reach. he knows her name but he can't remember it.
"She was the sole remaining, why did she leave?"
"She loved me more than anything, she would never have left me alone without good reason ..."
She had disappeared like all the others for far too long.
"Why did you abandonned me? You were the last ... "
Vague memories arise, a young girl with blood-red eyes, another with talons, wings and gold like skin, and a man in an orange-red suit.
"The only ones left after the apocalypse which destroyed everything we had created, after all these great changes that we have overcome ...
Why has the world changed so suddenly? "
Visions hotter than hell and more frozen than blizzards cover the cities and kingdoms of his children, their tortured faces disappearing in the flames and then under the ice forever.
Something seizes the void inside his rib cage
This feeling, this emotion plunge him into the void
"Where are these powerful items capable of rewriting the laws of this world? ..."
A slight movement of the right hand pushes the fine particles which were on the armrest of the great throne.
They soon fall on a large pile of dust surrounding his base.
As the Sovereign of Death tries to rise, he changes his mind.
"Lost or destroyed ... during the second apocalypse"
He contemplates the skeletal palm of his left hand, placed on his knees.
Yes, he remember, their children withered from that moment, carried away by death over which he will never rule again, magic having disappeared as if it had been only a dream.
something grasp his nonexistent heart, he shouldn't have waited so long
"But even without them and without the magic that governed this vast world I must be able to do something ..."
He is about to get up again and yet changes his mind again.
"No I can't, I must not… I don't know why but I can feel it. I have to stay here, this is where they will come to get me if they seek me. that's why I stayed here for so long "
"Everything will be fine, one of them will come back ..."
A block of stone falls from the ceiling, letting the very first rays of sun pass through the huge room since its creation.
The Overlord bathed in a light akin to that of the other world tilts his head on the left side
"We built this place together…"
The two red dots flicker in the orbits of his eyes, gradually engulfed by the darkness that makes up the rest
"I will never give it up ..."
and on these last thoughts the light of his eyes snuffed out.
The Sorcerer King
The Master of Death
The Unliving God
Ainz Ooal Gown
Ceased to exist.
This great tomb was and remained his.
Forever.