A small excerpt from a small story of mine. For context Rio has been informed by an unknown being that an All Powerful God was hunting her, but instead of running, she waits. The wind howled across the cracked, barren landscape, whipping Rio's white hair around her expressionless face. The single black streak rippled in the unnatural wind, a stark contrast against the pallor of her skin. Dust devils danced in the distance, swirling like tormented spirits. She stood motionless, her weapon humming softly in her hand. Rio: (Monotone) You know I am here. Your presence is... disruptive to the stillness. A voice, booming and resonant, echoed from the sky. It wasn't simply heard, it was felt, vibrating in the very bones of the planet. -God-: You dare address me, Malrinth? I have watched you carve a path of destruction through the multiverse. You are an anomaly, a perversion of the natural order. I have come to correct this. Rio tilted her head, a barely perceptible movement. The spearhead floating beside the white orb at the tip of her tail twitched. Rio: Correct what? Existence? Suffering? My being? -God-: Suffering? You are suffering! You flay yourself with that cursed blade, tearing away at your very essence! I can see the void within you, the echoing absence where a soul should be! I offer you peace. Surrender, and I will grant you oblivion. A clean slate. Rio: Oblivion. A release from pain. You assume I seek release. You assume I feel pain. The ground trembled. A figure began to coalesce in the sky, shimmering with raw, unfettered power. Light blazed around it, obscuring its form. -God-: You are a twisted reflection of your parents! Troubled assassins, clinging to each other in the face of inevitable doom! A pathetic display of defiance against the natural order! They lived, they suffered, they died! And you, you cling to their memory, to their pain! Rio’s grip on her weapon tightened. The air around her crackled. Rio: (Slightly louder, still monotone, but a dangerous edge creeping in) They… taught me… everything. The God's form solidified, revealing a being of immense scale and terrifying grandeur. He held a hand outstretched, and the very air seemed to solidify, choking the planet. -God-: Enough! I will not tolerate this defiance! You are an abomination! An insult to the divine! I am all-powerful! And I will erase you! Rio: All-powerful. A concept. She drew her blade. It was unlike any other, a weapon forged from something that existed beyond the veil of reality. Its surface shimmered with impossible geometries, reflecting fragments of universes unborn and timelines undone. Rio: A concept I can defeat. With a speed that defied comprehension, she swung the blade. Not at the God, but at the idea of the God. A silent tear ripped through the fabric of reality, a wound in the concept of "all-powerful." The God roared, a sound of disbelief and agony. His light flickered, his form began to unravel. -God-: What... what have you done? My power... it's... Rio: You are not all-powerful. You are limited by your own definition. You are bound by the concept of power itself. I am not. Another swing. The concept of "divinity" shattered. The God screamed, a sound that tore at the very fabric of existence, before being silenced completely. His form dissolved into nothingness, leaving only an echoing void. Rio lowered her blade. The wind died down. The planet was silent once more. The only sound was the soft hum of her weapon. Rio: (To herself, barely audible) Next. She turned and walked away, her silhouette swallowed by the desolate landscape, leaving behind only the lingering scent of ozone and the shattered remnants of a once-almighty god. Her quest, driven by the echoes of troubled assassins and the whispers of lost loves, continued. The multiverse trembled in her wake.
Remnant by me
