Kitsune watched from her mountaintop as little points of light flickered into place in the sky above the homeworld. The final play made its move, the empire had come to her, and it was time to show them just how badly they’d overextended.
It was time for Ajinan to die.
Across the universe the demonic miasma shifted, a faint spike of warning shivering through the thousands of worlds they’d conquered over the ancience of history, the eternal conflict made manifest in that single moment. Demons looked up to the sky instinctively, wondering what had made their king feel concern.
A projection spun itself out of nothing in the air before her, massive yet smaller than her current size. “Kitsune.”
“Ajinan. You have a lot of nerve coming here. After… what you did, yes. That.”
“Your forces don’t match mine.” He caught her glance up to the skies, and chuckled softly, “and I bombarded your orbital bombardment platforms. You’ve overestimated yourself.”
“No… you’ve overestimated your estimation. Of my estimation. Of myself. Being the villainess is hard, and it’s your fault!” She lashed out with a paw, a blast of flame scattering the image into nothing and careening off into space.
The sky rained stars, thousands upon thousands of hyperdense material falling in a perfect pattern to turn the surface of the planet into little more than a molten wreck. Kitsune just smiled, pulled on the miasma to signal the rest of her domain, and watched as- to her perspective- the entire fleet disappeared.
………
Ajinan watched in disbelief as the entire planet disappeared in a shattered swirl of space-time. “Admiral! Track the path and set an emergency jump-”
“The capacitors need five hours of optimal cooldown, lord. However, DSON intrasystem surveillance reports they’ve merely moved a half a year forward on their orbit. An hour or two or sublight burn will place us at intersection. Permission to engage?”
“Approved. Take us in. Ignore the primary bombardment platforms- they won’t be useful anymore.” The stars started to blur, relativistic speeds shifting the colors of the sky before them into a bewildering mishmash of colors and distortions before the ships neatly shifted around and decelerated.
Stolen novel; please report.
They nicked the edge of the corona, watching beneath them for a single second the illumination of incandescence- and then they were on the final approach. Before them was the last major player in the game- Eaera wouldn’t do anything, and Tabs was… gone, but likely neutralized with her empire converted.
An alarm blared out of nowhere as the ship bucked wildly, space shearing around them. “Boarding! Wyrms, to me!” They thundered through the ship only to find- themselves. Another one of the ships in the fleet crashed into them, subtle distortions in space bringing everything to a single point. The air felt supercharged by leaking energy and frozen under the vacuum of space all the same-
He knew what she was making him do! His eyes bled silver tears, and for a-
Single-
Second-
The-
Universe.
For a moment eternal the fleet existed beyond the bounds of reality, removed from continuity, time spread beneath them and infinite timelines around them. Incomprehensible existences watched closely- five, four- three. For one of those existences was creation, and creation was embodied within the form of a silver eyed dragon. His eternal existence looked at the wyrms, and the wyrms qualied beneath something they intrinsically recognized as deity.
Yet, the fires of annihilation blocked him from entering the universe- in all but one spot. A single weakness… He sighed as the fleet returned to existence in reality, five feet to the left and encapsulated in a sphere of an advanced nanomaterial composite-
Then space cracked around them one last time, and he wondered just how he’d been so thoroughly outplayed as he was teleported into the heart of a black hole and died instantly.
………
“That was anticlimactic.”
“You literally shunted him out of the universe.” A kitten that couldn’t have weighed more than a pound rolled its eyes, as it mock-glared up at the king of demons from her perch on the trembling Juna Ken. “You all suck at planning when it comes to these vacations. Every time, it's some flashy idea like turning a fleet into a technological superpower or- whatever you’ve been doing with your underlings.”
“Yep. But..." A malicious, pained, glint shimmered in those fathomless eyes of fire- "I won, and now you and Eaera still have to go back and run your empires. Or vassaldoms? And…”
Tabs’ eyes widened in horror. “-and now we have to clean this up. Winning sucks.”
Wisely, Juna decided not to ask what was going on.