@supertinyking
Pillars of time, suspended for all eternity, illuminated the halls of the Domain of Destruction. Endless turmoil, wars that had spanned entire universes, locked forever here. Shards of that which had once existed, slowly fading to nothingness. Pieces of a tapestry, frayed at the edges, clumped together. The only light in a domain of darkness, a painful reminder of a future that never came. Heroes and villains stood locked in battle, their faces paintings of despair, glee, triumph and sorrow. And through these halls he walked, passing worlds and civilisations, even as they were devoured, piece by piece. The last remnant of this fallen world. His song echoed through this realm, falling on dead ears, those it was sung for far beyond the point of hearing.
A great villain brandished a scythe, grinning madly from the side of a pillar. A great hero stood atop a pile of corpses, bathed in the blood of the innocent. A great warrior stood among a torrent of flame, brandishing the blade of a demon. A fickle God sang and laugh, a thousand forms in one, even as he was locked down in time, but not perception. A son of darkness and magic glared outwards, wavering on the edge between redemption and the fall. A parasitic beast stood among them, it's tendrils frayed from the power of destruction.
There were many more among the faces he passed, both friend and foe, all familiar. These halls had been carved for him, after all, some form of cruel joke from a dark God. Or perhaps it was a reminder, a reminder of the faces that he would never see again. To keep him sane through the billions of years he had spent here, waiting, singing. Amusing the very creature that had caused the end of his world, buying time for those he cherished. Such was the fate of the father, who had abandoned all for the sake of his spouse.
"Tell me," spoke the voice, emanating powerfully from the corners of the world. "What is it you sing for, in the end?"
Pillars of time, suspended for all eternity, illuminated the halls of the Domain of Destruction. Endless turmoil, wars that had spanned entire universes, locked forever here. Shards of that which had once existed, slowly fading to nothingness. Pieces of a tapestry, frayed at the edges, clumped together. The only light in a domain of darkness, a painful reminder of a future that never came. Heroes and villains stood locked in battle, their faces paintings of despair, glee, triumph and sorrow. And through these halls he walked, passing worlds and civilisations, even as they were devoured, piece by piece. The last remnant of this fallen world. His song echoed through this realm, falling on dead ears, those it was sung for far beyond the point of hearing.
A great villain brandished a scythe, grinning madly from the side of a pillar. A great hero stood atop a pile of corpses, bathed in the blood of the innocent. A great warrior stood among a torrent of flame, brandishing the blade of a demon. A fickle God sang and laugh, a thousand forms in one, even as he was locked down in time, but not perception. A son of darkness and magic glared outwards, wavering on the edge between redemption and the fall. A parasitic beast stood among them, it's tendrils frayed from the power of destruction.
There were many more among the faces he passed, both friend and foe, all familiar. These halls had been carved for him, after all, some form of cruel joke from a dark God. Or perhaps it was a reminder, a reminder of the faces that he would never see again. To keep him sane through the billions of years he had spent here, waiting, singing. Amusing the very creature that had caused the end of his world, buying time for those he cherished. Such was the fate of the father, who had abandoned all for the sake of his spouse.
"Tell me," spoke the voice, emanating powerfully from the corners of the world. "What is it you sing for, in the end?"
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