Prelude to Omnia, Part 1
The tv-headed god turned their flickering screen to face the demon, illuminating the space around her impenetrably black silhouette. For a moment, the constant chatter of sitcom laughter faded to static, and a single voice.
"I've seen how this all plays out. My own end. Beyond. The planet falls into the sun. The sun burns out. The galaxies fade and there is nothing but darkness. Roll credits."
"You were there for the beginning. You'll be there for the end, too, and whatever comes next. The sparks fade, but the night stays."
"So, then."
"Why do you involve yourself in all this? What could it possibly matter to something as endless as you?"
The demon turned what might be her head, the infinite black, staring back into the light.
"I was there, once, yes. Now? I am here."
"I do not have the luxury, little god, of knowing the end of things. For a time, I lay behind the stars, aeons washing past me as gentle waves. So could I forever, beginnings and endings, cycles and cycles, words losing meaning."
"But there is beauty in little things, and joy. The stars dance coldly, in their tracks, but around them, the worlds spin lively."
"I like these little sparks, god of stories. They burn so fiercely! In time they will end, true. But they are here, they have not ended yet."
"Before the curtain falls, what else can we do but act?"
