A Man walks forward a burning city behind him the smoke from it's rapant fires rising into the starless night sky, as the ground behind it crumbling and caving in.

The man's short raven black hair swaying slightly in the winds of destruction, his glowing solid red eyes blood red embers, the fire's glow reflecting off his paler than sun bleached bone white skin.

The crumbling destruction still spread a few yards from the mans leisurely steps.

His red eyes plume with a small short burst of flames his mouth rising into a sadistic grin, revealing his large canines on the top and bottom of his jaw.

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A black staff with patches of glowing red, rests on his shoulder, his body clothed in a simple black leather jacket, black goth pants, and black cowboy boots.

His every step clinking with the sound of steel spurs, his figure blurs into a daiganol stream of colors flying up into the upper right corner off the planet, speeding through space past massive black holes swallowing entire galaxies whole, and breaking through the barrier of the universe, creating a wormhole to another world, as the stream traveled through it.

The Earth-like planet crumbling as it implodes before a flash of light and exploding right before the whole universe goes pop.

An entire universe destroyed it heroes fought hard and died valiantly, it's god's fought even harder only to be utterly annihilated, it's every citizen scattered like dust in the wind, only to be wiped out by Ragnarak Destroyer of Worlds.

For Ragnarok is not just the end of the world, it is a man and today is a workday.