“None shall last.” Sighing, I continue looking around, desperately searching for an answer. The infinite threads of time and karma pass before me as my very being stands at the edge of totality.
Going down swinging – it was as good a plan as any I guess, given the circumstances. No one takes kindly to a death sentence, let alone gods.
It’d take all of us, all from us, and we’d all come.
“Find it?” she asks, pulling me back to this moment, to her. Like she always does.
Giving up, I reciprocate, pulling her closer in. “Yeah, by the narrowest of margins. Three species eventually, two meet your criteria.”
Stars blazing with glory magnificent, they wink out as I put my arms around her waist and drink in the splendour of her one last time in the fading light. “I honestly don’t know what you did to deserve me, if the rest of the gods knew I’m using my avatar to hide two chaos crystals on a small back of beyond planet their jaws would drop down to the ends of space.”
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“Stop thinking so highly of yourself,” she chides, laughter in her voice as I pick her up suddenly and throw her over my shoulder in faux-protest.
“You’re the only one that can do it anyways. And they’re not chaos crystals, chaos will no longer exist. Even I don’t know what elements will come forth from it breaking twice,” she lectures, twisting and sitting astride my lap. My back to our throne.
Flashes of lightning briefly light the universe as my avatar leans over the mouth of a volcano and I closer into her.
“You just did it! Once, yes… but by yourself. I’d praise your… brilliance… but sadly your beauty… outshines even that.” Voice barely audible, I momentarily devote time to her lips before moving up.
“What’d you call them again? The children of chaos? Yin and Yang, forever intertwined?” I continue, gracing her ear as a ripple runs through the universe and the surface of a small pool of water.
My avatar disappearing from planet Aeruna's surface as she pulls back, eyeing me suspiciously, “You’re being romantic, and talkative. What are you hiding Fate?”
“What are you talking about?” I say, smiling, trailing down her neck and collarbone as existence itself ceases to be. As it begins to be.