"GYAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! PERISH BY MY HAND, MORTAL SCUM!"
A towering, 100 foot tall centaur demon flies over the ruins of the planet. Billions of people having stared in horror, as this creature flies through the air. One half ripped, muscly ogre, the other half an equally buff horse body. His horse legs galloping in the air, arriving one month ago to confusion before beginning his plans.
This is the Destroyer of Humanity, the Destroyer of All Worlds. An entity that has arrived from outer space, destroying all in his wake.
All of humanity could see, sense, feel his raw energy. The pure bloodlust seething from his crimson figure, able to witness him with living eyes for only a few moments. Then, promptly, a flash of light, populations in his vicinity were immediately eradicated by his sheer power. The raw lasers fired out of the palms of his hands, populations of thousands vaporized to ash and dust. His arms smashing down on buildings, horse legs stomping all below him.
Cities brought to ruin, all human life wiped away in waves upon waves of death and destruction. Each throw of his hand was accompanied by the mortal screams of millions. Every flex of his bulging muscles, hundreds of thousands of cities crumble with trembling quakes of the planet. Trees and animals turn to mere ash in his presence, his unholy gaze simply red dots bathed in the soul-capturing black of his eyes.
If one even manages to avoid his destruction, madness claims their minds as being in the vicinity of him brings one to mortal corruption. Comparable to a godly presence, the weakest of mortals found themselves driven mad to worship, to kill in his name. Even the ones hiding underground were brought to bloody ruin from one single person.
No one is safe. No one survives the Destroyer of All Worlds. The Destroyer is an unstoppable beast, a being of absolute carnage and destruction. No man alive could ever stop him.
And thus, the planet itself has been eradicated. No life remains.
The Destroyer, satisfied with his results, found himself about to leave the planet and move on to the next, until he sees the skeletal remains of a man right next to an elevator. One with no building left to accompany it...
Curiously, the Destroyer sees some lights inside of it... seeing that the elevator was still functional. He shrinks his body down to a mere 8 feet of height, lowering down to the ground and approaching the elevator.
"WHAT IS THIS...?" he asks himself, curiously pressing one of the buttons. A miracle of technology, these humans have constructed, able to remain operational after his raw destruction.
Then, the doors open.
On the other side is a very functional elevator, one with a man inside of it. The man stands at the side, dressed in a fine black suit with short black hair and bubblegum pink eyes.
"... hello, sir," the finely dressed man in a suit apathetically greets the Destroyer.
"AH! ONE REMAINS!" the Destroyer exclaims, before taking aim at the door and firing a laser at the elevator. Eradicating the man and everything inside.
...
Or, at least, that should have happened.
The Destroyer is confused at how the elevator remains in tact.
"... WHAT IS THIS?!" he shouts, enraged. "WHY DO YOU REMAIN STANDING!"
"... 'Welcome to G-DUC, an elevator service to deliver you to the grand beyond. Step into one of our many elevators and find yourself traveling anywhere, to countless towns, countries, dimensions, worlds, galaxies, and even universes with the press of a button'..." the man apathetically reads off, as if he has memorized the entire spiel.
"MORTAL!" the Destroyer shouts with his thundering voice, his overwhelmingly powerful tone rippling through the elevator. "ANSWER ME! WHY DO YOU NOT COWER IN FEAR AT MY PRESENCE?! DO YOU BELIEVE THIS PITIFUL ELEVATOR TO PROTECT YOU FROM MY WRATH?!"
"... it's worked so far," the suited man responds, rolling his eyes before continuing to read off his corporate script. "'I will be your attendant for your journey. Step in, and I'll take you to your next destination.'"
The Destroyer of All Worlds crosses his arms, glaring at the man. "YOU..."
Before he realizes what the man has said in that long speech of his. An elevator service that can take him to countless worlds.
"... YOU CAN TAKE ME TO OTHER WORLDS?! THAT IS MARVELOUS!" the Destroyer of All Worlds exclaims, walking into the elevator with a haughty smile. Accepting this mortal's offer for travel, allowing this elevator to carry his mighty presence. "VERY WELL. I GROW TIRED OF THIS WORLD AND WILL MOVE ON TO THE NEXT. TAKE ME TO MY NEXT CLAIM, TAKE ME TO MY NEXT WELL-POPULATED CONQUEST, MORTAL!"
"... okay."
The suited attendant takes a moment to nod as he presses a button, and the elevator doors close. The G-DUC elevator starting to work, and beginning its journey to the Destroyer's next conquest.
Elevator music just filling the enclosed space as the elevator works, several... minutes... passing by, in utter silence.
"HM." The Destroyer of All Worlds crosses his arms, as the elevator continues to move. "... THIS ELEVATOR FEELS LIKE IT IS TAKING FOREVER. HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL I ARRIVE AT MY NEXT CONQUEST?!"
"I have no idea," the attendant answers.
"... I SEE. THEN, WHERE IS MY NEXT CONQUEST TO BE UNDERGONE, MORTAL?"
"I still have no idea," the attendant answers.
The Destroyer of All Worlds glares at the attendant, narrowing his eyes. "YOU HAVE NO INFORMATION OF MY DESTINATION?"
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"I'm not omnipotent, sir," the attendant responds. "You simply told me to take you to your next conquest. That's where we're going. Please be patient."
"I WILL NOT INDULGE IN YOUR REQUEST FOR PATIENCE! I COULD HAVE FLOWN TO MY NEXT CONQUEST LIKE-" A snap of the fingers, as the elevator is spontaneously filled with human vaporizing light. "-THAT! IN AN INSTANT, WITHOUT THIS ELEVATOR."
The attendant remains standing after that, the light having no effect whatsoever. His body remains completely safe, and the elevator is still 100% in tact.
"AND YOU HAVE YET TO ANSWER ME! WHY DO YOU STILL STAND?!" the Destroyer of All Worlds asks, shouting. It still bewilders him how this mortal could dare remain alive in the presence of his sheer power.
"I'm on duty, sir, I can't exactly sit down, because-" the attendant begins to explain.
"NO!" the Destroyer roars and shouts at the top of his lungs, the elevator shaking and quaking with his voice booming in the elevator. Pure rage and irritation in his voice, absolutely livid. "WHY ARE YOU UNHARMED?! WHAT MANNER OF SORCERY AND MAGIC IS THIS?!"
The attendant idly blinks. "Ah. Well. It's impossible to die in these elevators, sir. G-DUC policy."
"WHAT?!" the Destroyer exclaims, the elevator shaking and quaking with his voice booming in the elevator. "I AM THE UNSTOPPABLE DESTROYER OF ALL WORLDS! AND YOU SUGGEST THAT I CANNOT CLAIM LIVES IN THIS MERE ELEVATOR?!"
"Yep," the attendant answers. "No death. You can't kill me inside or outside of this elevator, furthermore."
"... THAT IS PREPOSTEROUS!" the Destroyer shouts, an offended look on his unholy face. "IF WHAT YOU CLAIM IS CORRECT, WHY ARE THERE NOT MORE HUMANS HERE?! WHY WAS IT SO EASY TO OBLITERATE ALL SEVEN- EIGHT- NINE- WHATEVER AMOUNT OF BILLIONS THERE ARE OF YOU?!"
...
The attendant sighs. "... 'G-DUC makes a pledge to protect all of its clients, guaranteeing their safety as we escort them to their dreams. We are, however, not responsible for what happens outside of our elevator and leave our clients independent and capable of their own choices.' Your world is your own responsibility and all..."
The Destroyer of All Worlds stares at this attendant in disbelief. "I SEE. SO THIS IS NOT OF THE WORLD I HAVE CLAIMED. NO WONDER! I SUPPOSE I AM STILL THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS! HAHAHAHA!"
"... I guess."
"... YOUR INDIFFERENCE TO MY POWER IS NOT APPRECIATED," the Destroyer of All Worlds responds, narrowing his eyes at the attendant.
"I'm not paid to care."
"WELL, WHAT WILL GIVE YOU THE REASON TO CARE ABOUT HAVING A DEITY OF DESTRUCTION IN YOUR ELEVATOR?!"
The attendant stares at the Destroyer and sighs. "When I have a life with people I actually care about losing, I suppose. Come back to me after that."
"..."
The G-DUC elevator continues to operate, with background music playing to fill the conversational silence. Another minute passes, with even the Destroyer of All Worlds having enough tact to give a moment of silence for this attendant.
"... YOU DEPRESS ME," the Destroyer eventually responds, an almost reasonable and respectful tone as he noticeably calms down in that time. "I CAN RESPECT THAT. WHAT IS YOUR NAME, MORTAL?"
"I am Attendant #7," the attendant bluntly responds.
"NO, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" the Destroyer repeats his question. "I REQUIRE YOUR NAME."
"#7," the attendant bluntly repeats.
The Destroyer blinks at this. "YOU ARE TO BE CALLED A MERE NUMBER?"
"Yeah," the attendant responds. "#7."
The Destroyer glares at #7, his thick hands gripping into fists as his fury returns. "I HAVE SLAIN COUNTLESS PLANETS, '#7'. TRILLIONS OF LIVES DEAD BEFORE MY VERY HANDS. I WILL NOT SULLY MY COUNT BY REFERRING TO YOU AS A MERE NUMBER!"
"Dunno what to tell you. That's just my name," #7 blankly responds. "You don't even have to call me it. You can also just continue to refer to me as 'MORTAL', if you feel like it. I don't really mind, I'm just an attendant after all."
"NO. YOU ARE AN INTERESTING ONE. YOU WILL BE REFERRED TO BY A PROPER NAME. I WILL GIVE YOU A NEW NAME, THEN," the Destroyer of All Worlds exclaims, rubbing his chin with his large hand. "WHAT SHALL I BESTOW UPON YOU? HMMM."
Suddenly, the elevator doors open.
"... ah. We have arrived at your destination, sir..." #7 tells the Destroyer of All Worlds. "There you go. Your next conquest or whatever."
The Destroyer of All Worlds peeks his head out of the elevator, looking around to see an office building of people in suits. An accounting office, curiously enough.
The moment his head crosses through the elevator, an accountant shouts in horror at the Destroyer. "W-WHAT THE HECK?! WHAT IS THAT THING?!"
Curiously, two of his co-workers in different places of the office stare at the Destroyer, overwhelming amounts of madness and insanity corrupting their minds with unyielding worship and madness. Causing all horrors to break loose as gruesome acts are now to be committed in the name of the Destroyer.
"... popular," #7 comments, unfazed by what's happening outside of the elevator. "Well, go nuts, dude."
"HM." The Destroyer pulls his head back in and gazes at #7. "WILL I BE ABLE TO USE THIS ELEVATOR'S SERVICES IN THE FUTURE, YET-TO-BE-NAMED-MORTAL?"
"... it is possible, yes. 'If you are pleased with G-DUC, please follow the steps here to ca...'" #7 begins to speak the scripted instructions, as his voice is drowned out by the mass panic and screams happening outside of the elevator.
"HOLD ON ONE MOMENT, 'SEVEN'..." the Destroyer tells Attendant #7, almost... disgusted by saying that number, as he sticks his hand out of the elevator and fires off a ball of energy.
In two seconds, the entire building explodes and evaporates to ash and dust. Gone in an instant, the elevator itself falling to the ground with a thud. Now, the two were in a crater, the aftermath of the Destroyer eradicating an entire block of the city.
"OKAY. NOW SPEAK?" the Destroyer asks.
"..." #7 just rolls his eyes, taking a moment to hand a paper out to the Destroyer of All Worlds. "Just- sign here. We'll have your information logged, and an elevator will show up. Commonly 1-2 business minutes, but it may take longer some days."
"INTERESTING. DO YOU REQUIRE ANY SORT OF COMPENSATION?" the Destroyer of All Worlds asks, keeping his hand out to just shoot at people who scream while he's talking to #7.
#7 shrugs. "We travel dimensions and universes, there's no specific currency... but we do accept tips."
"I SEE. WOULD YOU LIKE A HUMAN SOUL AS A TIP?" the Destroyer of All Worlds asks. "I CAN GET YOU AN ENTHRALLED MORTAL THAT WILL FOLLOW YOUR EVERY WHIM, ALBEIT SHE MAY HAVE AN INSANE DESIRE TO KILL IN YOUR NAME."
"Not my type... but if you really care, just promise to not destroy the worlds I care about," #7 tells him. "But you're good otherwise, dude, have fun destroying this one."
"... YOU KNOW WHAT? FOR YOU, I SHALL AGREE TO THOSE TERMS," the Destroyer of All* Worlds tells #7 as he steps out of the elevator. "THE DESTROYER OF ALL* WORLDS IS GOOD ON HIS WORD! I WILL SEE YOU AT A LATER TIME, MORTAL-WHO-HAS-YET-TO-BE-PROPERLY-NAMED!"
Spontaneously, he grows back to his 100 feet tall form, flexing his muscles as he ascends to the sky and begins his destruction once again. Maniacal laughter filling the skies, as this world's humanity was plunged into utter chaos at its inevitable end.
The elevator doors close shortly after. Then, they open almost immediately, appearing in the bedroom of some woman.
#7 seems briefly surprised that the elevator doors immediately open, contently opening the closet door. "... hello, ma'am, you have called for a-"
"J-JUST GET ME AWAY FROM HERE!" a woman shouts, holding her baby and two suitcases in her arms. "S-SOME MONSTER BLEW UP AN OFFICE BUILDING MY HUSBAND WORKS AT, I NEED TO GET THE HELL AWAY FROM-!"
"Sounds good, ma'am, just..." #7 tells the woman as the elevator doors close.
Before closing, however, a massive laser engulfs the house, and the Destroyer of All Worlds is seen flying in the air. Looking at the closet door, seeing a glimpse of the elevator... and letting out an amused, haughty laugh.
The attendant remains apathetic as the woman falls to her knees right next to him, having a near panic attack after seeing that world-ending threat. Her life is crumbling and falling apart, eradicated in an instant before her very eyes, and she doesn't know what to do now. Just... just hugging and cradling her baby while tears run down her eyes.
G-DUC policy. No emotional attachment to whatever happens outside of this elevator.
"... so where would you like to go?" #7 asks.