Withering World: Perseverance to Tranquility

The End.

It was just the end.

At the end times, it had to be like this;

Humans would be extremely treacherous, all imbued with only their own self interest insignificant of colour, caste, creed, people.

Selfishness, cruelty, brutality knew no bounds. They would be as dignified as a fine piece of art, a masterpiece crafted only to pain and suffering.

Humans are the true seed of chaos.

You think you know about all of this?

Does it bore you?

Is it boring enough to make you think how knowledgeable you are about your own kind?

It makes you think, why say something when I already know about it?

Oh!~

You truly are drifting in such a self-deluding reality.

What do you even know about Evil?

Let me tell you, you haven't even experienced evil yet.

How it feels to endure evil.

How it feels to be utterly devilish.

How far can our species go, just how far a father went, keeping his own daughter locked underground and violate her every single day for twenty years just to fulfill his own self lust.

As it is, insignificant of people.

That is not even close to true evil.

Humans.

They had only one thing in common; they were different. Were all of them the children of The Great Father? Adam? Didn't matter. Only their own self did. They would be hiding themselves under their flawless gentle facade, all just to achieve their goals.

But the worst thing they did;

Ignored, were ungrateful, condemned their Lord. Their Creator. The one who bestowed them eith this life. They sinned. They skinned without compunction.

And so, there's also punishment for the sinners. If a person sins, we are said to not hate the person, but the deed he did. Because hating is for the one who created him.

Let us all leave him alone and let him receive for what he deserves.

Divine Punishment, by the One True Judge.

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Not a meteor strike, nor a super typhoon. But a planetary devastation. As bright and beautiful morning rose from it's slumber, people got up, stretching their backs in a forwarding march. So did they.

The morning remained beutiful, as if nature itself enjoyed the destruction going on beneath. Bodies flying in the air, blood garnishing the road as if beautifully red and delicious ketchup squeeze out on a food.

As they hunch their backs, steadied their centuries old, dried, decayed legs and hunched forward. Humanity felt it. They felt hell.

These creatures, if found as fossils, would stir up researchers, would've caused a new stir in evolution. But this is not such an event.

They shot themselves up at the sky, soaring, covered large distances with one headstart and destroyed infrastructures, one after another. Everything slowly collapsed to it's demise.

People ran with their lives at stake, they flew down and landed on them. Ripped people apart with their very own hands. Bit them down. Threw them at one another like ragdolls. Played with them.

Cries of help, sorrow, fear could be heard as ringing as crows calling their fellas. Annoying it was to the ear, but heartfelt. Not even children had anywhere to run.

They laughed at their faces, enjoyed their cries, moans. Pulled women by the hair, violated them and slammed them to death. They ripped and teared apart, not even leaving their shameful spots. Later on killing them in a painful and shaming manner.

Babies were tossed inside their mouth like juicy fruits. Blown into smithereens.

Men drew forward, trying to fight for their families, but got screwed over, eaten in front of their families.

Even a child celebrating his birthday, witnessed how the grotesque abomination broke into their house and pulled out his mother even before he blew the candles. Heard his mother's screams, even saw the father which tried to save the woman get wide opened up, tugging his mother inside her husband and bathing her in the streaming blood of significant other.

Everything was on fire. The creatures were the absolute worse, it was as if they were at heat, enjoyed everything, every second of what they did.

Earth was slowly becoming a big blob of burning flames, scattering fumes and black smoke spreading out. Even at the face of great wildfire, they landed, lunged their body onto them and extinguished the fire out.

As they travelled the whole world at great speed in one day. In one day, the creator created the world, in one day it freed itself from it's monsters. Killing monsters, with monsters.

A bird flew around, probably an albatross. Up at the sky, he saw from above, every street, block, lane was reduced to dust. Debris scattered everywhere, not even a speck o blood could be found. It was so dark and grime. Even for the bird, it flinched in it's path. Huge debris and blocks kf buildings covered what is beneath. Every possible land was pulled up over the other, as if fertile enough for agriculture.

The bird flew over the sea, all the ships on it's path, were either destroyed on fire, split in half, floating up in the crimson water in it's surroundings. It finally reached it's island. Landed and peered for it's partner to mate with. Even the bird was terrified to see it's caretaker dead on his own boat, his hands, legs stocked up inside the wooden Jack's and corners, it's head half bitten, half of the body lost in a skinny manner on the boat.

The weather sang it's melodious ditty.

The creatures had only one goal;

KILL.

Everything reached it's end. No humans were left, no hope for their survival. The tables turned vastly.

Humanity was at the brink of extinction.

It was the doomsday.

Now all waited for judgement, not realising it was already delivered.