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Look at him
Look at me
That boy is bad
And honestly
He's a wolf in disguise
But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes
That boy is a monster
He ate my heart then he ate my brain
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They found her in the new Garden.
It was growing well enough, as their previous tributes had been used to fertilize the ground. "Mother, we bring you tribute." Beryl told the new Empress, kneeling as she did, back ramrod straight. By her side, Ruin stood, unbowed, unchanging, that damnable smirk upon his face as the new corpses were brought in, in their thousands, and reduced to nutrient-mush, mineral mush by his abilities.
The mush coated the earth, compressed into rich loam under the Empress' feet. The Empress' smile was bright. Feral.
"My Good Daughter." she said, and Beryl relaxed, as she stood up now, to receive her mother's embrace.
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The Tyranid Hive fleet had been easy enough to find, particularly for Ruin who could track their destruction; was destruction itself.
And while they were nice toys, really efficient killing pawns, the fact still remained that his daughter needed food. Little Terra was an adult, yes, but she was still growing again, starting from scratch.
And like all good parents, Ruin had every intention of feeding his baby girl the best he could afford.
Which in this case was an entire Tyranid Hive Fleet. After all, it was, essentially, a collection of the finest, tastiest minerals and biomass taken from the worlds it destroyed.
He smiled up at them, a smile of benediction, and as they sent out their versions of probes, simply silenced them, snuffing out the life within them like so many candles, leaving them in gory, ichor covered pieces, working his way, step by inexorable step through the fleet, silencing their living methods of communication first.
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Several days later, the derelict husks of the entire fleet sailed peacefully to Terra. And some time after that, they ceased to exist in any recognizable shape or form.
And the Earth flourished.
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