CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The war with the Dark Dog's remaining army rolled on. The Time Demon had not been to war for millions of years. He'd spent so long in that box. But he could still remember how war used to make him feel. Alive. The thrill of watching his armies finally win. Of course sometimes they'd lose. Often they would. That didn't matter, since he could just travel back in time and do it over again. Each loss was a learning experience. He'd come up with new tactics for the next battle. Even if his forces lost a hundred times, they'd always win in the end. And he never grew bored back then. It was his art. He'd spend centuries defeating a single foe and he was fine with it. He'd lived longer than any being in the universe. What was a few centuries?
And yet he did not feel alive now. It did not feel like the old days at all.
It felt frustrating now, waiting for his slaves to find the Dark Dog's armies. They had to scour the world, for they had no idea where the Blood Puppies (as they were known) were hiding. In the old days this would not have troubled the Time Demon at all. Now? It felt so tedious. He just wanted the fighting to begin. Why was he changed so? Yes he'd spent a long time in captivity, but his life in the old days had been even longer. Was it simply that he had given up when the Starwhale had held him? That all that was once joy inside him had turned to ashes? Perhaps it was so.
Then his slaves finally found a group of Blood Puppies. And they were pathetic creatures. His slaves slaughtered them. Only ten of his slaves even died, which was nothing. And as the Time Demon watched those blood puppies die...he did not fee alive. He did not feel the thrill of ending their lives. He felt nothing. He reversed time to watch them die again, but still it did nothing for him.
What had he become?
He'd planned to rebuild an army to challenge the Starwhale. To then return and take care of whatever remained of the Squidinator and Chloe. And then he would be the onyl thing left alive in the universe. And the universe would never end, because he could loop back in time forever. Eternally. He could turn the whole unvierse to swiss cheesed with his time travelling. He could populate all of existence, fill all of space, with himself. Endless copies of him, time-displaced, existing at once. He would be the universe.
But now it felt like too much effort.
"Very good," he said to his slaves after the Blood Puppies had been put down. "Now I will rest a while." They were surprised. He never used to do that. He thought of killing a few of them, just to show them that he was still the same old Time DeMon. But he wasn't, not anymore.
He lay down and went to sleep. He dreamed he was back in his box. And when he woke he was disappointed to be back in the real world. He was so small, so pathetic. Nothing mattred. He'd always be in that box in his head. He'd seen the truth. There was nothing. Why had he ever wanted to turn the universe into his plaything? What good would that do? There would just be more of him to grow depressed. More of him to hate life. That hate would eventually consume all of space, all of time.
No, he wouldn't live forever. He wouldn't hollow out the universe and fill it with him. He wouldn't do any of that. There was only one thing to do.
He'd end the universe.
And yet he did not feel alive now. It did not feel like the old days at all.
It felt frustrating now, waiting for his slaves to find the Dark Dog's armies. They had to scour the world, for they had no idea where the Blood Puppies (as they were known) were hiding. In the old days this would not have troubled the Time Demon at all. Now? It felt so tedious. He just wanted the fighting to begin. Why was he changed so? Yes he'd spent a long time in captivity, but his life in the old days had been even longer. Was it simply that he had given up when the Starwhale had held him? That all that was once joy inside him had turned to ashes? Perhaps it was so.
Then his slaves finally found a group of Blood Puppies. And they were pathetic creatures. His slaves slaughtered them. Only ten of his slaves even died, which was nothing. And as the Time Demon watched those blood puppies die...he did not fee alive. He did not feel the thrill of ending their lives. He felt nothing. He reversed time to watch them die again, but still it did nothing for him.
What had he become?
He'd planned to rebuild an army to challenge the Starwhale. To then return and take care of whatever remained of the Squidinator and Chloe. And then he would be the onyl thing left alive in the universe. And the universe would never end, because he could loop back in time forever. Eternally. He could turn the whole unvierse to swiss cheesed with his time travelling. He could populate all of existence, fill all of space, with himself. Endless copies of him, time-displaced, existing at once. He would be the universe.
But now it felt like too much effort.
"Very good," he said to his slaves after the Blood Puppies had been put down. "Now I will rest a while." They were surprised. He never used to do that. He thought of killing a few of them, just to show them that he was still the same old Time DeMon. But he wasn't, not anymore.
He lay down and went to sleep. He dreamed he was back in his box. And when he woke he was disappointed to be back in the real world. He was so small, so pathetic. Nothing mattred. He'd always be in that box in his head. He'd seen the truth. There was nothing. Why had he ever wanted to turn the universe into his plaything? What good would that do? There would just be more of him to grow depressed. More of him to hate life. That hate would eventually consume all of space, all of time.
No, he wouldn't live forever. He wouldn't hollow out the universe and fill it with him. He wouldn't do any of that. There was only one thing to do.
He'd end the universe.