In the dimension of the end, surrounded by uncertain darkness in which infinite screens stretched to the unreachable sky and horizon, floating ethereally through the vast darkness. It emitted its ghostly glow to a world that would otherwise be trapped in perpetual darkness, while relentless scenes played out in its indifferent lens, functioning as windows to terrible worlds.
A hungry orphan, abandoned by her family, gazing at the sky with her light-less eyes. A little knight pointing his sword at his belly for failing to defend his king. A hero abandoning his monster-besieged town. A king devouring the face of the current sovereign of the Earth. A boy wishing to forget everything. A jester who lost his hero. A robot unsure of its purpose. Each screen displayed a story, a tragedy, a desire, a search for meaning.
In that enigmatic and transcendental place, the entity watched all the stories with unperturbed attention, without judgment or intervention. He simply existed as a silent witness to the infinite realities and destinies intertwined in the vast cosmos. He sat on the first steps of a staircase that extended until it disappeared into the dark sky at the center of the dimension of the end, much like the countless crimson threads emerging from his back. But the vision that finally captured all his attention was the punishment Hubris suffered at the hands of that powerful and terrible being. Seeing him suffer in such a way, emotions long considered dead manifested in his mind.
He felt an overwhelming ecstasy upon seeing the resurgence of these long-dead emotions, and what excited him most was that his long search seemed to have reached its long-awaited end. Finally, he had found someone who would understand his pain and with whom he could share the sorrows of existence. With this revelation burning in his mind, it decided to act without delay and summon the aberrant creature to its home, to remain by his side for the rest of eternity. With a simple thought, he made his desire a reality, and in front of him stood the creature destined to be his soulmate.
"At last, we meet face to face," he said enthusiastically. "My name is Finis. I am the creator of the multiverse in which you live."
Upon hearing those words, the creature writhed in visible pain and, with desperate clumsiness, dragged its deformed body in a futile attempt to escape, only to end up tripping. But before one of its faces could connect with the ground, Finis intervened, making them levitate in the air, causing Hubris' body to convulse with unimaginable horror. The god responded by gently placing them on the ground.
"I understand that you are scared, considering everything that has happened to you, but I desire nothing more than your company. I promise I will not harm you." His voice was soft and compassionate, attempting to calm the fear that enveloped them.
Hubris calmed down, pausing for a moment to think. When one of its faces turned to face Finis, he was met by a deep male voice.
"Are you really the creator of everything that exists?" they asked with a strange passion burning in their eyes.
"Not everything, but everything you can observe," Finis replied, a bit embarrassed.
"What do you intend to do with our company, oh great creator?" asked another of the voices, with extreme petulance.
"I have always wished to meet someone who could understand the misfortunes and injustices produced by existence," his voice sounded honest, lost in past reveries. "And you seem to be what I have been waiting for all these eons. Oh, how I long for us to understand each other as equals!"
"As equals? How do you plan to do that when we are talking about the relationship between mere mortals and a god? Unless you plan to grace us with your divine blessing and make us gods," the female voice, emerging from the face behind the one speaking directly to Finis, continued speaking.
Taken somewhat by surprise by the blatant proposition, Finis nodded. Spending eternity with someone who would understand and accept him despite his flaws was his greatest dream, and if it only required bestowing the gift of divinity, he would do so without hesitation.
Hubris did not respond immediately; instead, their faces contorted as if they were having a discussion. As time passed, Finis could not help but worry, with constant questions swirling in his mind: "Had he done something wrong?" "Had he offended them somehow with what he said?" Nervousness began to accumulate, revisiting the same lines he had rehearsed for millennia, but he had modified his dialogue to what he thought was his limit. So, the question kept troubling him: "Where had he gone wrong?"
Finally, the male voice agreed to the proposal with some irritation. But their expression soon changed to one of astonishment when the miracle was granted. With this newfound power and knowledge that altered their understanding of reality, Finis felt Hubris' gaze burning his face with its intensity, although he still did not understand the cause of that look.
Unfortunately for Finis, the happiness he felt upon finding his soulmate soon faded, as no matter how much he tried to engage in any kind of conversation with them, it was impossible. Hubris only responded with a few words in each instance, and in most situations, especially when he insisted too much, his requests were met with growls of irritation and disdain.
Finis could not help but blame himself. So much time lamenting in solitude while observing the misfortunes of life, and his memories might have caused him to lose the ability to form strong bonds. Or at least that is what he told himself. Even though communication was impossible, as that being seemed to have long since closed itself off to existence, Finis was grateful for the company. Despite resigning his dreams due to his doubts and inhibitions, seeing how Hubris curiously moved from screen to screen, carefully observing his creations, a warm sensation filled his chest and strange tremors ran through his throat, for it was the first time someone observed with the same appreciation what he had created with such effort.
Hubris, who had spent a long time absorbed in the images on a screen, signaled Finis to come closer, which he did with great enthusiasm.
The screen showed a fascinating scene: a strange being composed of three spheres the size of planets, rotating at different distances around a central mass of white energy. In that energy, a dark figure floated in a fetal position, exuding a sense of serenity. The first sphere, the closest to the energy center, was a sun rapidly aging into a red giant, whose imminent explosion was contained by the chains surrounding it, causing the cycle to begin anew. The second sphere, located at a medium distance, was translucent and filled with fog, from which creations such as vegetation, animals, and planets emerged, only to merge back into the fog. The third and most distant sphere was a perfectly sculpted marble sphere, demonstrating divine craftsmanship in its creation. All these spheres were connected to the energy center by adamantine chains.
“What is that?” asked Hubris.
“That is what maintains and executes the natural laws that sustain the multiverse, preventing its collapse, and for that reason, I gave it the fitting name of “Kosmos,”” Finis explained with pride in his voice. “It is a unique entity, a vital force that maintains balance and harmony in all existing dimensions.”
A pure hatred circulated within Hubris, invigorating his being. Finally, he had located the prey for which he had harbored so much resentment. Finis, on the other hand, could not have been happier. His friends were having a conversation with him! And to make things even better, they wanted to know more about one of his most cherished creations (something he had dreamed of for a long time). He could not help but let himself go and continue speaking excitedly.
“In fact, on the third sphere, which I named "Agora," reside the twenty-seven Earthly Gods…”
But before he could finish, Finis noticed a strange figure next to Kosmos, a bloodstain. Shocked, he looked where Hubris had been, but no one was by his side; he was alone again. He turned his gaze back to the screen with horror.
“What do you intend to do?!” Finis asked, his voice and eyes filled with desperation.
Unfortunately, he did not have to wait long to find his answer. Hubris was directing a dark cloud of dark energy straight toward Kosmos. And when this noxious cloud was about to reach the indifferent and unstoppable deity, something stopped the attack. Around them, they could feel an imposing and familiar energy. It was Finis, who was absorbing the dark mist, filling his body with it and releasing the miasma through the crimson threads to an unknown place. With a look of determination in his eyes, Finis turned to Hubris and exclaimed, “What is your problem?!”.
“You, of all beings, should know what the yoke of this indifferent and unconscious being has caused us! We are only here to claim what is rightfully ours!” Hubris exclaimed, their voices resonating with fury.
Finis was reflecting on their words, but he did not feel capable of making the final decision. It was madness to allow Kosmos to die. Seeing the doubt and fear reflected in Finis' eyes, Hubris ended the situation with his final comment.
“If you do not let us kill her, we will leave you alone for the rest of eternity.” With that ultimatum, Finis was frozen, but Hubris had not finished their assault. “Besides, we do not understand why you are making such a fuss about this. You only need to name us as the new gods of nature to avoid a catastrophe, isn't that right? Or do you prefer solitude?”
They continued sadistically rubbing salt in his deepest wounds, an insidious tactic that left Finis worried and plunged into serious reflection. On one hand, an overwhelming desire burned within him for companionship, to find someone who understood him as his soulmate. On the other hand, solitude loomed over him like a constant mental torture. Finding someone to connect with so deeply was such a rare opportunity that the odds of it happening were practically nil, leaving him unbalanced. However, reluctantly, he agreed to his friends' desire. And with great joy, they consumed Kosmos, enveloping her in their darkness. A weak cry of pain could be heard among the terrible sobs that would tear the heart out of even the most heartless of monsters.
When they returned to the dimension of the end, Finis stumbled and fell to the ground. He had not yet recovered from the shock; his blurred vision and wandering mind prevented him from understanding where he was or what was happening around him. For a moment, he mourned the death of his beloved Kosmos. Beside him, Hubris looked slightly different, with a wavy adamantine chain fused into their flesh in a spiral shape. They seemed to be chuckling, barely able to contain the joy they felt. In their minds, they thought with great excitement, "It was finally over!".
“At last! Our era of freedom begins now!” they exclaimed between hysterical laughter.
Hubris began their destructive task of undoing the laws governing reality one by one, starting with the four laws of thermodynamics. With the destruction of the first law, the suns ceased their process of deterioration, meaning the elements that composed them stopped combining and separating, extinguishing their light and plunging days and nights into eternal frozen darkness. This phenomenon affected all living beings, as the transformation of matter stopped, halting physiological processes, eliminating the need to eat and preventing their bodies from deteriorating from starvation. Humans, animals, and plants were trapped in a permanent limbo, while dead flesh stopped decomposing and no scavenger consumed it. The extinction of solar brightness and the inability of beings to transform or absorb nutrients from the soil ended photosynthesis.
The annihilation of the second law caused entropy to stop being generated, and as molecules ceased to move, the amount of entropy in the universe began to decrease, halting its expansion and causing the accumulation of dark energy and matter. The death of the zeroth law and the fundamental force of gravity caused the separation of solar systems, reducing planets to mere giant rocks, incapable of sustaining life on their surfaces. The bodies that floated slowly into infinite space could not receive the mercy of a frozen death, condemned to wander in that state between sleep and reality, floating aimlessly in the darkness.
Hubris laughed maniacally as he watched his new reign through the screens. He felt satisfied to have completely conquered and defeated determinism. “For the first time in the history of creation, freedom could be born!” he thought.
Finis, until that moment paralyzed in disbelief as he observed the devastation shown on the screens, could not help but explode. All the anger and sadness mixed within him, and a heartbreaking scream escaped his lips.
“Enough! I did not give you the power of the universal laws to destroy everything I had created with so much effort and love!” Finis exclaimed with hatred in his tone.
“Huh?” The expression came out of his mouth so instinctively and instantly, with such irritation that it seemed to have been accumulated for years. “Of all the beings in existence, you are the least qualified to tell us what to do with reality. Or do you think we are stupid?”.
Surprised by this response, Finis stepped back a little, feeling his nerves increase with each passing second.
“We, inferior beings, were subjected to the whims of you gods throughout our existence. Forced to accept laws that were created for us by unknown beings, living a life we did not choose to live.” Hubris pointed to the screens in the room with a fleshy tentacle. “We were born without choice, only to please the whims of others. Like you, who created us as a way to deal with and understand your stupid problems. And just because you are incapable of introspection, creation must pay by living miserable lives! But you are not the only one. Apeiron, Ikelos, and Thronos, for them, creation is nothing more than the oil that keeps their flames burning.” Noticing the surprise on Finis' face upon hearing the last name, Hubris asked with irony in his tone, “Do you think we did not notice the crimson threads coming from your back? You are no better than us, a mere slave playing god. What a pathetic excuse for a creator you turned out to be!”.
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Finis fell defeated, for every one of Hubris' words resonated as an unquestionable truth in his mind. "Did I do nothing but cause problems for my precious creations? Did I ever even love them?" he asked himself bitterly. Empathy took hold of him as he realized he was not so different from those beings who suffered because of his lack of understanding. His eyes widened, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
In that altered state, his mind returned to that fateful day when he lost his teacher and gave life to his first creation. He remembered how he coldly abandoned her for not meeting his expectations, with an insensitivity that now seemed incomprehensible to him. He was overwhelmed by a terrible conclusion: "Perhaps the best thing for them is to die, to find the peace and freedom they so deserve and that I could not offer them."
While Finis continued to cry, crouched on the ground, Hubris could not contain the sense of absolute power and dominance that the control over everything that existed gave them. They laughed maniacally as they watched reality collapse before their eyes. However, suddenly, voices began to plague their mind. They were prayers; some of the humans were using the little consciousness they had left to beg for mercy, and those cries were brought directly to them, the gods of the new universe.
“How dare they complain about my gift of absolute freedom?! In my infinite mercy, I granted them the dream we so longed for, and they decided to spit in our faces! I will kill them all, ungrateful parasites!” Hubris exclaimed with fury, feeling the arrogance and power emanate from their face.
“Calm down! This is a good opportunity to experiment with our new powers,” they told their other self, a malevolent smile forming on their faces.
“You are right, let us bestow a bit of our blessing upon these ungrateful wretches.” Both laughed as they unleashed their dark influence on the minds of all mortals, turning them into mere puppets of the darkness.
Finis was on the verge of a nervous breakdown; he could only spit out pathetic apologies, begging for the forgiveness of all the souls he had condemned with his selfishness. But it was Nimbus to whom all his pleas and laments ended up being directed, the teacher he so loved and the creation he condemned to suffer in solitude. His thoughts, however, were interrupted by severe headaches; it felt as if a worm were crawling over his brain, and amid the pain and hysteria, he exclaimed, “Someone as pathetic as I should die and stop being a burden to others. Why then am I still alive?! Why did you not let me die, Nimbus?!”.
The pain in his head worsened, the worm moved more agitatedly, and amid that torment, Finis could swear he heard a voice lamenting. The suffering he was feeling was such that he arched his back, clutching his head with both hands, releasing loud howls that combined with the maniacal screams Hubris emitted in his enraged state, producing the most horrible of cacophonies.
The pain was unbearable, and Finis could feel his skull and flesh splitting, forming an immense crack from which blood gushed out in torrents. But something else was emerging as well: a bud began to open its reddish petals. Although Finis tried to stop its growth, the flower did not cease and continued to grow inside his skull, widening the space as it progressed. The searing pain and constant bleeding caused his vision to blur, and finally, his torso collapsed to the ground while the flower kept sucking his blood in its relentless desire to grow.
An icy relief coursed through Finis' aching body when the plant, now two meters tall, decided to separate from him. At last, he could behold it in all its glory: the terrible image of the being he longed to see again. Its red petals were as large as an adult human's body and folded like the most beautiful bell dress, covering its calyx and part of its long, thick peduncle, which it used to crawl like a snake. Its elongated, undulating style exhibited a beautiful pink tone, and it was as long as Finis. The lower part was covered by the graceful fold of its petals. At the tip, there were five stigmas covering the entrance to its tubular organs, and beneath them were its anthers growing on its neck like hairs with red tips.
Turning its angular style, the plant observed Finis' prone body with its stigmas. From among its red petals, it extended a greenish sepal with which it touched the immense wound on his head, pouring some of its energy into it. The wound began to heal as if it had never occurred. The pale and delirious god, in his feverish state, could not discern who the being in front of him was. But the energy emanating from that existence, the sensation it gave him, made him recall...
“Nimbus!” he exclaimed, finally recognizing his old teacher.
When the healing provided by the creature took effect and his eyes could focus again, he could clearly see that the creature in front of him was not his deceased teacher. His face darkened, and tears began to fall abundantly down his face.
“Forgive me for disappointing you,” a voice gentle as the spring breeze sounded in Finis' mind.
“No, it's not that!” Finis exclaimed, his voice choked with emotion. “Never apologize for that. I was a fool; I shouldn't have been upset about who you were. I should have stayed with you, given you the fortunes and opportunities I didn't have. There is no way I can atone for the harm I did by bringing you to life in that way; I am so sorry!” he replied suddenly, in a rushed tone, barely making sense of the mess in his head.
“I hold no grudge against you; you were upset by the death of your teacher, so I decided to give you the time and space you needed to heal. And from what I see, this is a good time to help you,” she said as she directed her gaze to Hubris, who continued swaying his body side to side and back and forth in an aberrant dance while shouting threats at the “ungrateful.”
Pointing her style at Hubris' convulsing body, Nimbus' anthers began to vibrate, releasing into the air the particles of red energy they held. These particles gathered at the tip of the style, surrounded by the stigmas, and when the anthers emptied, the sphere of red energy descended to the deepest part of the style. Fixing the tip on her desired target, Nimbus released a beam of white and red energy whose speed was such that the frenzied pile of Hubris' flesh could not dodge it, being consumed by the great explosion.
“Has another slave come to execute the terrible laws of their masters?” the voice echoed from within the smoke screen.
When the smoke dissipated enough, Hubris' figure emerged without any wound on his pulsing flesh. His eyes fell upon his attacker's body, and he exclaimed with disdain and disgust:
“Oh, it's the replacement of the slave god's dead teacher. I've watched you a few times on the screens, following the laws of your design, tending to your master's old home like an ignorant dog. It was only natural that you would come to stop us, Nimbus!”
“You didn't leave me many options when you threatened to destroy our home and all my loved ones. Besides, this idiot,” she pointed at Finis, “was considering your plan as if it were the solution to all problems,' the flower responded in a defiant tone. With great determination, she added, 'And don't call me Nimbus, that name doesn't belong to me anymore. My name is Aura.”
“If that's what you think. But thanks to your intervention, I understood that erasing the natural laws is not enough to eliminate determinism from reality. No, I have to kill all the gods who insist on maintaining this rotten system, starting with you!” However, the sentence hung in the air when a large root emerged from the ground behind them, trapping them like an anaconda.
Aura had produced a root by piercing the ground with the tip of her peduncle, extending it carefully while Hubris made his speech. She had managed to trap her enemy and squeeze them with her root, watching how the folds of flesh swelled and oozed a black liquid that soaked the root. Aura felt the liquid infiltrate into the ground, threatening to infect her body, so she used her sepal to cut the tip of her peduncle and free herself.
Quickly escaping, she watched as the root she had left in the ground dissolved into an unholy primordial liquid. Without wasting a second, she attacked again.
Vibrating her anthers, she released hundreds of red particles that surrounded Hubris, forming a red dome around them, which exploded grandly. But from the smoke emerged the flying figure of Hubris, showing no sign of damage.
Hubris' body began to move in spirals with its crawling flesh, his eyes and mouths opened and stretched to an impossible extent. From their orifices, a viscous dark liquid flowed, giving them the appearance of a chthonic fountain. That liquid energy accumulated into a sphere that shot out like a javelin towards Aura.
Finis, who had been lying on the ground watching the fight, knew that Aura would not be able to dodge this attack, much less withstand it. He hated himself for his uselessness and for wallowing in his own pathos, despite Aura fighting a battle that was actually his, putting herself at risk because of him.
Seeing her imminent end, in his desperation he tried to prepare one last futile attack, but before he could fire, Finis stepped in front of her, shielding her from the impact of the dark liquid javelin, absorbing it into his body. Horrified, Aura held the faltering Finis between her silky petals while trying to capture Hubris with four roots extending toward them from the cardinal directions. The roots captured them and buried them in the ground with such ease that it seemed as if they were not interested in resisting.
In her altered state, Aura did not pay attention to this and fired the energy she had accumulated in her style. A white sphere, twice the size of Hubris, spread over them and released a torrent of small white energy bullets that exploded on contact. Amid the sea of explosions, Hubris had shielded themselves by covering their body with the adamantium inside them. Releasing a torrent of dark energy, they devoured the white energy sphere, claiming its energy for themselves. Their body began to exude that miasma that infected his bindings again. Aura had cut her peduncle again and escaped holding Finis between her petals, cursing her precarious situation.
Hubris continued his turn and summoned several wormholes, from which emerged thirty humanoid beings, but they were in an advanced state of necrosis. Finis also noticed how their souls had been almost completely consumed by the darkness.
“What will you do against these innocent beings who only wish to express their freedom?” Hubris questioned, failing to contain their maniacal laughter.
“You cowards!” roared Aura, unable to contain the rage these taunts provoked in her.
The drooling zombies staggered their way towards them; their decaying limbs seemed about to burst due to how swollen they were. But before they could get too close, Finis, who had been quicker to respond than his companion, made the pathetic creatures float, covering them in a field of white energy that healed their bodies and restored the color of life to their forms. Then, he connected to the minds of the thirty beings simultaneously, absorbing all the darkness that perverted their souls. Once fully healed, Finis let them float to a secluded place, gently placing them on the ground and enclosing them in a white energy shield.
“Idiot! Don't overexert yourself, you've already absorbed too much dark energy.” said Aura, visibly worried while watching Finis and the crimson threads coming out of his back.
“They… were my responsibility,” expressed the little god in a melancholic tone, returning a look filled with guilt to Aura.
“You took away their freedom; truly, you are a monster, Slave God.”
With great effort and Aura's support, Finis managed to stand up, ignoring the taunts of the chthonic piece of flesh. In his mind, he was only concerned about the consequences of prolonging this encounter. Reluctantly, he had to resort to the energy of his captor, who responded by providing the amber energy needed through the crimson threads. But along with it came a load of dark energy as payment for that favor.
Concentrating the energy and the little consciousness he had left, Finis decided what he wanted to create and materialized it into reality. Staggering, as if standing required a Herculean effort, he opened a portal to a new dimension he created, between his realm and reality. He attempted to send Hubris there, lifting him into the air and immobilizing him with his energy, pushing him toward the dimension filled with the void of nonexistence. Hubris tried to resist, using their own power to prevent his doom. They drove their fleshy appendages and adamantium chains, and tried to create wormholes to escape or launch energy attacks, but all these attempts met the same end: they were absorbed by a desperate Finis.
At the gates of his doom, despair flooded the minds of the evil gods, and in a desperate attempt, they began to scream madly.
“You won't imprison us! We'd rather die than be locked up like a slave again! Kill us, coward! Kill us!” Hubris screamed desperately, but Finis only responded by lowering his head, murmuring his apologies.
'I'm sorry, but I can't do it, I failed them and that's why we ended up like this. I can't kill you,' said Finis sadly.
Aura approached the devastated god and enveloped him with two of her petals, lending him a great part of her energy to help him. The defeated Hubris continued to vent their frustrations into the air as they abandoned the reality they knew, expressing their pain to the universe.
“We will never forgive you! We will kill you! If We see you again, we will kill you!" Hubris threatened furiously before disappearing into the void. "You truly are nothing but a slave... like all of us." Their voice was marked by deep sadness, as if they had resigned themselves to their new reality. Having said their final words, they no longer had the strength to oppose the power of the two gods, and with their faces twisted in anger, they were swallowed by the void.
"We still have to fix all the mess that garbage created," Aura stressed irritably.
"Yes, I suppose I'll have to recreate Kosmos," Finis said, exhaustion flooding his voice and eyes.
"You’re not going to create anything else. You've already spent a great amount of energy creating a new dimension. You'll barely have enough left to prevent all the darkness you've accumulated from consuming you. No, I will become the new 'Kosmos'", she demanded in an authoritative tone, only tempered by the deep concern she felt for him.
"I can't allow you to do that," Finis protested. "We just met again, it’s been so long since the day I abandoned you, and now you’re helping me fix my own mistake, created by my own stupidi—" He couldn't finish speaking because one of Aura's sepals silenced him.
"I believe I never had the chance to thank you for creating me and giving me the opportunity to live as myself. From the depths of my soul, I thank you," said Aura, expressing her true emotions solemnly as she looked at Finis, who was visibly nervous.
"I was always watching you, the wonderful way you protected and cared for our home", Finis confessed with his head down and tears in his eyes.
"I know", Aura replied while caressing him with a petal.
"Thank you for blessing me and creation with your existence", he said with embarrassment in his tone.
His arms wrapped around her calyx while she covered him with her petals, in an embrace where Finis transmitted his powers to her, sealing the contract. Aura glowed with a translucent halo and, nodding with her stigma, disappeared instantly, leaving Finis with his arms hanging.
She descended to the plane where all the universal spheres coexisted, and with a translucent glow, her peduncle began to grow until it became an immense branch. That branch bifurcated into hundreds of thousands of smaller branches that began to entwine with the universal spheres, taking root in them and transmitting her influence and power to the dying universes. The natural laws were restored, and the suns were once again able to experience the depletion of their compounds, returning the brightness to the days and nights with their temporary glow.
Conscious beings, animals, and plants could once again be born, live, age, reproduce, and die. However, the loss of entire universes could not be avoided, and those that were saved saw the number of living beings inhabiting them reduced alarmingly. Moreover, the beings infected by the darkness that Hubris released in their fit of rage were still roaming free, spreading their disease to other unfortunate victims.
Finis sighed heavily as he returned to his seat on the ebony stairs, back to his own prison. Until a strange noise startled him; cracks began to appear in the ground, and from them emerged a familiar figure.
"Aura!" Finis shouted excitedly.
"Hello! You didn't think I would leave you that easily, did you, silly? You can start appreciating my existence right now, after all, we have all eternity ahead of us," exclaimed Aura with joy.
Finis, in tears, ran to embrace her again, letting her fleshy red petals envelop him.
"This time, I really want to make things better," said Finis honestly.
"I know you will," said Aura with complete certainty, "after all, none of us will ever be alone again. Now let me free you from all that dark energy you absorbed, because I can see you’re crying and drooling liquid darkness."
Finis nodded while they both let out a pleasant laugh.