"Morgan's Revenge"
By Charles T. Guenon
10/30/23
The room was empty when Morgan entered. He smiled, happy that he was alone. He walked quickly to the window where the long, blue velvet curtains hung. He stepped behind them to hide. He loved those curtains— their warmth, their softness, the darkness. It reminded him of a happier time in his life. "Yes," he thought. "I'll hide here, and wait for her. There won't even be a blood stain left of her when I'm through here! I'll avenge them and they can rest in peace."
Suddenly, he picked up on her footfalls with his draconian hearing, the click of her heels on the cobblestone floor. He picked up on her scent with his enhanced nose long before he saw her. Her scent was a perfume of malice, sadistic glee, and deceit. He listened to her deceptively soft humming as she dusted the furniture. Oh, How he hated her. He hated that deceptive voice of sweet honey laced with poison. His body stiffened. Soon she would be close enough. The humming grew louder, and he peaked through the drapes. Her back was now only inches away from his hands. He wasn't stupid enough to think she didn't know he was there, however. He waited biding time. She turned to face him, a deceptive smile on her face. That is when he opened the curtains and, faster than the human eye could perceive, he shoved his flaming claws through her chest and out her back. Destroying all of the organs in her chest cavity. For good measure, he turned up the heat of his flames until they turned a color akin to the core of the sun. In doing so he vaporized her from the inside out.
As he removed his still flaming claws from her, seemingly lifeless body, he pondered on how he could kill her permanently. He knew this wouldn't keep the demon goddess in front of him down for long. He hated her with every fiber of his being. His hate was only amplified when he became a dragon four centuries prior. This was the curse of the dragon slayer. You eventually turn into the very thing you hunt. The same could be said for demons and god-slayers. He was the scourge of the dragon slayers curse.
He had been trying to kill her ever since she killed his younger siblings. The worst part is, that he could do nothing as she forced him to watch from his chain-bound prison, as she killed them. Slowly, painfully, and with a sadistically gleeful smile. He hadn't slept in the last four hundred years since. He could no longer sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he would see their agony-ridden faces and hear their cries for help. For him to protect them. Every time he closed his eyes, their deaths replayed in his mind. Haunting him.
He was broken from his not-so-pleasant trip down memory lane when she rose from the floor, now stained a dark crimson black from her blood.
He didn't give her a chance to rise to fight back fully, as he knew if he had done so, she would no doubt kill him. Painfully. He followed through with the vow he made earlier and erased her from existence entirely. Not even a single drop of blood remained of her. He had turned his flames up to their maximum capability until he eventually surpassed even that and his flames turned a blinding golden-white color. He used the full power of the dragon king to gain his vengeance. His attack hit with the impact of a supernova and the heat of a thousand dwarf stars.
She was finally dead. His family could rest. Granted he also eviscerated everything in a three-hundred-mile radius of the impact, leaving a crater a few thousand kilometers in depth. In hindsight, he may have gone overboard just a tad bit, but he didn't care at the moment. His siblings had been avenged. So, why? Why did he feel so empty? He had made it his life's mission to kill her. His whole existence was for this purpose. He hadn't planned this far ahead. Now, he is paying the price for his blunder. There was nothing left for him. He'll be stuck, unable to die, wandering for eternity. Unable to join his family in death's embrace. Unfeeling, empty eternity. Immortalities curse. A dragon's cursed existence. Unable to taste food, or feel emotion. Insanity in its purest form. The pinnacle of suffering. Empty existence without purpose.
As he stands there, staring into the abyss, Morgan's body is engulfed in ethereal golden fire. He stands there unflinching as the world crumbles and burns around him. From space, one could see massive fissures forming in the Earth. These glowing red-orange cracks expand and terraform the land. As magma leaks beneath the Earth's crust, it devours and engulfs everything in its path. Destruction. Soon the earth is a barren wasteland on the verge of self-destruction. As quaking comes to a stop, everything is oddly still and ominously quiet. And just like a bomb, the end is here. As the final leaf burns, the world implodes on itself. And as fast as it had begun, It's over. The small glowing mass of magma, molten metal, and rock explodes outward in a magnificent display of force. He was leaving nothing left in its wake. Colliding with Mars, destroying half of Venus, and colliding with the Sun. Barley missing Mercury. Several meteoroids and a good chunk of the Asteroid belt disappear in a flash of burning golden nuclear energy and force.
The End of Life.
The Apocolypse.
Whatever you call it. It doesn't matter. It is all the same. The Earth is no more. And the secrets to creating life along with it.
The END…