First, there was darkness.

Everything you encountered flashed through your memory. The way you used to love, so deeply before it turned into a pure, unbridled fury. You were betrayed, hurt, wounded by your own kind. And now, the only thing you could feel was hate and rage.

Your world seized to exist — quite literally. You made it so, vanquishing that gods forsaken place. And now there was just a darkness, and you were alone in the emptiness.

Despite your state, your mind was clearer than ever. You made a right choice. If the universe is filled with such abominations, it is only correct to cleanse it. Everything must end once, doesn't it?

You are angry. Your fury is like an eternal flame.

And suddenly, you see it. The light in the darkness. It is blinding. Golden. Molten ichor drips down from above like a paint on a heated canvas.

You blink. And when you open your eyes, your breath is taken away.

There THEY are. The Ruin Author himself, the Blemished one. Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction, gazing down upon you with THEIR molten eyes of a celestial being. The brown skin, the long braided hair, the naked torso makes THEM look almost human. Almost. But the wound on THEIR chest, the ichor seeping out of it and the sheer energy of THEIR presence is a reminder that THEY are far above that.

You feel like your entire being is vibrating. It is too much. You are suddenly so aware of how small you are.

But perhaps THEY didn't personally come to you THEMSELF, just to smite you.

Maybe your actions, your anger was heard.