Preview of a One-shot In-Progress

He stood there. At her side as the sun set for the final time in this millennium. He observed her weakened form. He gazed upon the mortal coil of she who was the sun, no, she who was the dying sun and he asked her.

"Was it all worth it?

She wanted to ask him to clarify but she knew. Mortal matters. Dealing with them, nurturing them as she did, simple interaction even.

"Yes, yes it was,"

And then she was no more.

In her place stood nothingnes, not a trace of her being on the parched, yellow soil as the sun's sickly red vanished from this wretched planet, thick tendrils of varying scarlet hues clawing at the horizon as darkness pulled them beneath it.

Yet he was.

At the world's final breath he stared at the spot where she had been. He chuckled to himself.

"Gods, Mortals, Monsters...... "

"Given time destruction breeds creation, and this cycle shall never end. See you next milenia, or so, may you find peace in your life, for unlike yours mine has no end."

-Seventh Son of the Third of the Enth Jahad, Lesser God of Destruction Nergal Jahad. His domain be Misery, his Power limited but his Sight Infinite.