arte and sunny's guide to surviving the apocalypse

Oh, how fate itself can be so cruel, so utterly devastating to someone who doesn't know any better. How the world can treat you like some sort of chewtoy if you're not smart enough to keep it from doing so. The world was a horrible, cruel place, one that seemed to hardly forgive nor forget, something that you'd do well to remember. It was something the grieving god in the abyss knew oh so well. 

What had it done to deserve this sort of cosmic punishment placed so heavily on the shoulders of not just it, but the five people in the world that stood to try and prevent the end? Looking now to their bodies, so broken looking in the dark, it wondered why they'd even come here- to save a place that had never truly loved them, a place that could never truly be loved?

Even now, it could feel itself sinking to its knees, finally giving into the darkness around it, finally allowing itself to rest. Had it been worth it, to come so far, only to fail? Maybe the world hadn't deserved to be saved at all, maybe none of it was worthy of being protected. It had come here not with the intention to kill the thing standing across from it, but to try and soothe it over once more. To live in harmony, in bliss with something like a sibling to it. Something like it's child.

The man in between them watching with hollow eyes, hungry for something the god could not bring itself to give. It could not kill the man, not with it's beloved's fate so tangled with him. They had to be on the same page, the other god had to see that no amount of childish bickering would ever be worth the total destruction of everything. But that was it's purpose, was it not? To destroy, to rip, tear and kill? Creation had come first, and after it, it's forlorn other half, destruction. 

And the dying god knew that one could not exist without the other. Extending out a hand made entirely of weak light, it tried in vain to appeal to some sort of reason in the other. The world needed both of them. It needed not one, but two. 

The other god finally stepped out from behind the man, paying no heed to his curses. Its fingers locked with the other, and the dying one allowed itself a smile. Pulling it's sibling down with it to the ground, destruction allowed itself to lay down beside creation, breathing out a final sigh as it realized at last that the world had been worth protecting. The ground was cold and hard, not at all soft like the grass had been outside, not at all warm like the summer sun had been on his face, just a few days ago. Or however long it was. It couldn't remember; he felt as if he'd been in the darkness for it's entire life. For even longer than that.

Destruction's eyes drifted closed as it felt itself detach completely from its body, feeling strangely out of place, but oh-so-centered at the same time. Holding out a hand that was little more than whisps of vapor, it knew Creation would be in tow, and just like that, both of them finally let go.

And the world exploded into light with little more than a burst of color, and the loudest twin roars anyone had ever heard, nearly drowning out the death throes of the terrible man that had sent them there to begin with.

Just like that, the world ended.

Just like that, it seemed to reset, beginning again, as it always had, and always will.