Blinding lights clashed.
A sea of stars shattered.
The last wind came and went. Faint and soft.
Fight.
Fight.
Fight.
Fight.
Fight.
FUUUCKKK!!!
The world was gone. Nothing was left.
No one could save it in the end.
Again.
Again.
Get up!
Even so, it remained—a child of the world, a passing gift.
Slipping through the stars.
Masking the light.
Desperately trying to hide its tears.
It was...disgusting.
Silence stretched, heavy and endless.
Not a step nor an echo.
Just the feeling.
Just me.
After a while of wandering, the light suddenly tore through—
and I could hear it all again.
Short gasps.
Shuffled movements.
Even the faint sizzling of its body.
The sounds growing louder with every step, regardless of where I went.
And before I knew it—
I was at the source of it all.
It lay bare on my dinner table, breaking apart in rising heaps of smoke.
Its blood melting my linen.
I sat and ate as I watched it.
Slipping.
Rotting.
And spilling into the water below us.
"It's over."
I spoke to it. It did nothing at first, but after a while it convulsed, bulged and ripped open.
First with a hand, then a head—then there he was.
Naked and pale.
Weapon in hand.
Towering above me with a gaping hole in his chest.
He stared down at me, shaking. His wounds exposed, cracks spreading across his body.
A step forward and his leg shattered. He tried to balance on his scythe but then his arm followed.
He fell face first onto my meal, splattering me with meat and wine.
He gritted his teeth, and I could still see the blood flow like a stream, mixing with his tears.
Motionless and yet the shattering continued—like a pillar turning to dust.
"Are you satisfied?"
He didn't utter a word—he couldn't.
He just kept glaring at me, fire in his eyes.
I liked that. And with this being our last goodbye,
I decided to have a taste.