He sat upon his throne, watching as the last light, the last soul, faded from his realm. A sigh escaped the old god’s lips. All his life, and his life was exceedingly long, he had craved a sort of isolation. His brothers and sisters, all gone now, had never properly understood his pain. He wasn’t meant to be beloved like they were, he wasn’t meant to be admired or even liked. No, he was a god to be avoided at all costs...but one that no one could truly avoid dealings with.
However, the world above had fallen silent, the souls had stopped coming, and the praise, the worship, had dried up like a long disused well. He didn’t know what happened above. One day, there was an influx of souls, then the next, none at all. He had journeyed upwards to find the world in ruin, the old monuments crumbling to dust, and men and women alike dead and scattered to the winds.
He had returned and loosened the restrictions on reincarnation, but that had done little to help things. His kingdom shrank, his minions faded, even his most faithful sinking into the darkness. Until only he remained; A god with no worshippers, a king with no kingdom. He still didn’t know what had happened, what had claimed his family or their world above, but he had his suspicions.
With another soft sigh the lonely god removed his helm and placed it in his lap, the underworld, his world, starting to fade around him. A dark chuckle rumbled from around him and he knew, then, who had been the cause, who had taken vengeance. A grim smile touched his lips.
“Well father, it seems you did get your revenge, in the end.” He said to the darkness as it closed in on his citadel, like the great jaws that closed on him so very long ago.
“I can’t help but wonder, though. What happens to you, now that there are no mortals for you to play with? Will you sleep? Will you die? Will you dream?” The chuckling only grew louder, the fires of his throne room going out with soft pops. He turned, ignoring the encroaching dark, and faced the other throne next to him, the one that had been empty since the day of the collapse. A tear ran down his long, pale face as he thought of her, however his smile remained untarnished. More than that, it had twisted and morphed, turning from an acceptance of his grim fate to a look of tenderness that had not often graced his features, even during the good times. He placed a hand on the arm rest of the other throne.
“What happens to a god in the lands beyond life, I wonder...perhaps I’ll find you again, my love. My flower in the dark.” The darkness closed around him, his physical form shattered like a vase before a hammer, and suddenly he was gone.