It is fact there is no sound in space. There is no air to carry the sound through, and even if there was, there would be no one to hear it.
And yet, in that moment, if one were near the asteroid belt, they could swear they could hear screaming. In an instant the entity known as Umbraxis, the blackened cloud that dwarfed moons, was engulfed by light, wreathed in an aura that lit the heavens in a blinding gleam. The darkness was curled back, writhing and twitching before ultimately enveloped in the destructive power that was brought to its doorstep. The power ripped through the skies, seeming to track down whatever pieces of the eternal shadow it could and destroy it, rending it from the fabrics of space and time in a violent coalescence of brilliance.
The vibrations stopped only after what seemed like hours, the powerful attack eventually subsiding and billowing into the emptiness of space.
Had the entity finally been stopped?
Had the attack ended the eternal shadow?
The answer came in shocking disappointment as the swirling mass flowed back into vision, a wispy fog of eternal night flourishing back into vision, the very movements causing cold shudders among the celestial plane.
Though it bore no ocular means at the moment, the attacker would know very well that Umbraxis had its full attention on her now. It snaked through the cosmos, propelling its way through the cosmos towards the other entity, grasping with wispy tendrils as it neared.
Was that it? Was this your grand plan to stop me?Those were the words that crossed the girl’s mind, the mighty reach of the eternal void surrounding her, choking her in its darkness, its overbearing sense of oblivion weighing down on her very essence.
What were you planning now? Were you planning to return to Earth? Commended in your victory as you wiped away my power?The gloaming energies swirled around her, blocking her escape and closing in on her. They twisted and pulled, inching closer to her in an attempt to swallow her whole.
Come, little Mercy. Tell me what else you have to offer, or submit to the end of all. As its words came in more clarity, there was a hint of curiosity in its tone. This being, this shining beacon that had appeared on its doorstep, it was certainly more than it had encountered on Earth, a winged entity much reminiscent of Earth's 'angels'. She bore a anger, her emotions in conflict with one another, it could tell by the grim emotions it could read on her face as it tried to envelop her.
Perhaps Earth did have such god-like beings after all? The twilight horror would have to investigate further, it did so love to be tested.
It made the inevitable defeat all the more sweeter.
