"Then you don't hate the Unknown God?"
Lilith looked genuinely curious.
Doom looked past her.
Past all of them.
As though she was gazing through countless ages.
"I did for a time. In my youth there was nothing I hated more. Back then he was more of an abstract concept similar to the Old Ones and the Abyss. I toiled relentlessly until I rose to power and when I finally reached his level I looked into the Abyss and learned how pointless my hatred was."
Her voice became softer.
"The god I hated wasn't even there. He had not even been born yet."
As she walked toward Lilith the entire realm reacted.
Broken worlds drifted apart.
Ruins collided.
Fragments of civilizations folded around one another like pieces of a dream rearranging themselves.
"When he eventually was, I met him expecting a great enemy. I wanted to demand retribution. I wanted explanations. Time had dulled even my hatred."
Lilith frowned.
"What did you find?"
Doom stood still.
