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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "\n[center][b]Death of History[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nOrazand Uchian stepped out of the small house, ducking down slightly so her antlers did not hit the top of the doorway, and walked out into near total darkness. Though she had long gotten used to the darkness of this place. The doe saw her partner in the distance, his robes billowing slightly, despite the complete stillness of the air around them. Her own robes hung loose upon her. She did not bother to close them, leaving her nakedness exposed, breasts bouncing in the light gravity, limp cock swaying as she stepped. She had nothing of modesty left. There was no need in this place. Not when it was just the two of them. Though their relationship was not a romantic one, yet more than simply platonic. They had been together for too long for simple terms.\n\nShe walked across the barren dirt to stand beside her companion. He was staring up at the sky. Yet he knew she was there, speaking as she approached. \"It is nearly time.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes.\" Looking up, she stared at the same thing he was. The sun was so dim it cast almost no light anymore. A brown dwarf hung high above, sputtering out its last gasps as it neared its inglorious death. \"The last star's final breaths. Not long now, Del.\"\n\nGordelethis nodded slowly. Or as best as someone like him could. He had long ago abandoned his physical form, existing now as a mass of darkly roiling energy in a vaguely humanoid shape. He had been like that for so long, he didn't even remember what his original form had looked like, having sacrificed it for the sake of power. The power to halt the end of the universe. But it was not enough. Nothing could stop the march of time and entropy. A lesson that took him millennia to learn. \"To think, Zan. We worked so hard for so long to stop it. Now, it is almost beautiful.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah. A consequence of living so long, I think. At least neither of us are seeing it alone.\" The being beside her grunted his agreement. She also thought it was funny, that she was here with him. Despite their similarities, they were so opposite. And when they had first met, they were anything but friends. In the final moments of the universe, she found herself reminiscing of her past. He was likely doing the same. She let her mind wander back through the mists of time to relive those days one last time in her head. Soon, that history would be gone forever. Even immortals could not survive the end of the reality itself.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nShe stepped quietly into the large, regal bedchamber, closing the door slowly and silently behind her. She cautiously moved to the enormous bed, careful to step only on the carpet so her hooves would make no noise. Her hand gripped the dagger tight as she saw the lone figure laying upon the bed, a deer like her, his antlers almost as impressive as her own. Though his were adorned with gold, as befitting a king. When he rolled over onto his back, she acted quickly, moving forward and leaning over the bed. She placed the knife at his throat as she leaned close. \"And just like that, you are dead.\"\n\nHis eyes snapped open, and for a moment, she saw the look of fear in them. But they softened, a smile coming to his lips. \"You know, Zan, regicide is about the highest act of treason.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes. But a king should guard himself better against assassins, Lord Fensh.\"\n\nHigh King Sessan Ril Fensh chuckled. \"As if there was a guard in world that could protect someone from the best assassin in Carn.\" He glanced down. \"Are you going to actually slit my throat, or can I kiss my lover?\" She chuckled as well, moving the blade away and sliding it into the sheath at her thigh. She then climbed onto the bed and leaned down to kiss him upon the lips. \"Mm. I take it your mission was a successful one, then?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes. You will not be hearing from his eminence ever again, or any of his flock. Come dawn, the upstart priest will be found with his collection of devoted, their throats all slit in a mass suicide.\" She smirked. \"There will even be a written sermon about it found on his pulpit.\"\n\nSessan shook his head slowly. \"An entire congregation and not an alarm sounded. You never cease to amaze and, being honest, slightly terrify me.\"\n\n\"Terrify?\" She slid her leg over his, rubbing her thigh against the crotch of his sleep pants. \"Is that why you've grown so hard already?\"\n\nHe smiled. \"In part. But it has more to do with the powerful and sexy beast rubbing herself against me.\" He reached up to gently brush her cheek. \"Though if you're willing to extract yourself from those clothes, we might do something about it. And, I'm assuming, your own. I know how you can get after missions like these...\"\n\nShe smiled to him. \"Very well, my lord.\" He rolled his eyes at her teasing mockery of formality. Still, he watched as she slid back off of the bed and started to remove the tight, pitch black leathers that clung to her sexy body. She flicked a few buckles at her sides to loosen the top, tugging it up and off before letting it fall to the floor. It left her in a thin, grey cloth shirt that did nothing to hide her ample bust now free from the restricted top. The shirt was soon pulled up and off as well, letting those hefty breasts bounce freely for him to see, nipples poking through the dark fur.\n\nHer pants were next, only a single buckle holding them up. Once that was open, she let them slide down her well toned legs, stepping out of them. All that was left was a pair of cloth underwear, a very obvious bulge showing at the front. These, too, were pushed down and left with the rest of the piled clothing. Turning to him, her cock stood straight out at him, throbbing with need for attention. Though she was a true hermaphrodite, her damp slit hidden under the set of balls dangling below her shaft. She rubbed her shaft a little, letting out a sigh now that it was no longer being restrained by the clothing. \"Much better.\"\n\n\"I agree.\" Sessan shifted a little, pushing his own pants down and letting his cock also stand free. \"As you can see, I appreciate the show.\" He pat the bed for her to join him again, which she very happily did. Climbing back on, she moved up beside him, her shaft resting against his hip, tip rubbing against the base of his cock. \"Now, the question is, who should ride whom?\"\n\nShe smirked, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his shaft. It was about the same size as hers, near a foot long and several inches thick near the base. \"The last time, I got to fill you. I think this time you should be the one getting a ride.\" She swiftly threw her leg over him and climbed atop the man. She rested her rear against his shaft, hers laying against his belly as she looked up at him. \"Which hole is the real question.\"\n\nHe grinned. \"Oh, I could not deny that lovely slit of yours. I can feel the heat coming off of it.\" He reached up to grip her hips. \"Go on, my deadly lover. Get yourself onto your king's cock.\"\n\nZan gave him a cheeky grin. \"As you wish, my lord.\" She leaned down to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, then lifted her hips up. He guided her back, until her slit hovered just above his tip. She slowly slid down, feeling his shaft part her lips and start to fill her pussy little by little. She let out a soft moan as she took his shaft, her own twitching and bobbing in front of her as she lowered herself down. He also let out a groan of pleasure as her hips sank down, finally resting against his. She was one of the few people who could take the entirety of his cock without complaint. Likewise, he was one of the few men who eagerly took her cook as deep as she could go.\n\nShe wasted no time with foreplay, both deer already turned on enough. Instead, she started to bounce on his lap, her hips smacking against his, her shaft slapping against his belly each time she took him back inside. He gripped at her hips, but she was the one fully in control. Her pace rose quickly, bouncing on him harder. He gasped and grunted. \"Y-you really are pent up today!\"\n\nShe smiled down at him. \"I'm just eager.\" She squeezed around him, making him gasp again. \"It has been too long since you've been inside me like this.\"\n\nHe grunted again. \"If you keep this pace up, you won't be feeling me in there for very long.\"\n\nShe laughed softly, reaching down to take his hands and bring them up to rest on her ample chest. \"You can stay inside while you rest. Now stop complaining and enjoy the sexy herm bouncing on your cock!\" She let out a louder moan. \"And fuck me like you mean it!\"\n\nHe shook his head, but smiled all the same. \"As you wish, my lady.\" His hands squeezed her breasts firmly, getting a moan from her in response. He also saw her cock twitch a little more, the thing throbbing almost threateningly as it kept smacking against his belly. He knew the size of the load she could give, especially when she got like this. He was looking forward to it, not the first time she would have coated his fur in her seed. He still grit his teeth, trying his best to hold back as she bounced hard against him. Her inner walls kept squeezing around him, as if she was trying to milk him of all he had already.\n\nDespite his protests, he did love when she got like this. Few would dare ride their king the way she was now, demanding of him instead of the other way around. There was an appeal to it, the same as when he was on the receiving end of her shaft. He throbbed just as much as she did inside of that clenching tunnel, his hips thrusting up to meet hers as he struck deep over and over. Soon, he was panting and grunting more, straining to hold himself back. \"S-slower, my love... I cannot hold back much longer like this!\"\n\nShe moaned louder, leaning down closer to him. \"Then do not hold back. Give me everything you have.\" She gave his lips a quick kiss. \"Fill me with all you have.\"\n\nHe grit his teeth, but could not resist her. His hands moved down to grip at her hips again, thrusting up to slam himself deep inside of her over and over. \"Ah... here... it comes!\" He groaned, his shaft pulsing inside has he drew closer and closer to the edge. Finally, he could hold back no longer. His hips thrust up to bury himself into her as he came, blasting his seed deep inside of her. His mouth opened to let out a loud cry of pleasure... only for a gurgle to come out instead. His eyes snapped open again as the pain finally registered a moment later, along with the taste of his own blood in his mouth.\n\nZan pushed the small knife deeper into his throat, slicing right through his vocal cords, then slashing to the side to cut open the artery beside. Blood immediately started to gush out of the wound. \"I'm sorry, Sessan.\" She set the knife down, resting her hands on his shoulders to keep him pinned down as he started to struggle. \"But your death has to happen.\" She watched as his expression shifted through so many emotions in rapid succession. First there was confusion, then anger at her sudden betrayal, then fear of his own death, and then horror that there was no way to stop what was happening. He finally returned to terror, eyes darting about as if looking for something that might stop his death. But there was no stopping it, too much of his blood already soaking into the sheets.\n\nAll the while, his cock still pulsed and twitched, spitting his final load inside of her. She felt the warmth as it flowed into her. She clenched around his cock, bouncing on him more as he started to shake under her. She watched his gaze look back up at her, almost pleading with her. Then he was no longer looking at her, but past her, at nothing at all. His gaze grew unfocused, the terror returning in the last moments before his head simply tilted to the side. His body continued to shiver under her. Only then did she let out a loud moan of her own, slamming her hips down against him as she stopped holding back her own orgasm. Her pussy clamped around him as her cock twitched and pulsed, and started to spit her seed in great, sticky ropes onto his chest and face. She let go of his shoulder, gripping her shaft and stroking herself to empty her balls onto the man who had called her his lover.\n\nShe felt no remorse for him. This was not the first lover she had killed. Not even the first king. Those that felt a connection to her were the best for what she was doing. As she came, she pressed her other hand hard against his chest, his heart just fluttering its last within his chest. She gripped at something not physical and yanked her hand back, ripping his essence out of its physical shell. She opened her mouth, letting that essence flow into her, feeling the power that came with it invigorating her. Betrayed lovers really were the best. They already gave so much to her, making taking their spirit into herself so much easier. Soon, she had drained him of everything. His seed, his life, and his very soul.\n\nZan panted as the intoxicating feeling started to ebb away. Her cock remained rock hard, even as it drooled the last of her seed onto his belly. She closed her eyes, letting herself recover. She couldn't remember how she first discovered this power, but was glad she did. She felt the last tingles of the power coursing through her, adding to the immense well of life she had already stolen from so many over the last several hundred years. All of them gave her an incredible amount of power. Along with it, she hoped, immortality. That she had not aged a day in centuries was a good sign that it was working.\n\nTaking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. Looking down, she saw the vacant expression in the now dead king. \"Sorry, Sessan. But trust me, I've done you a kindness.\" She lifted her hips off of him, letting out a moan as his cock slid free. It fell limp at his belly, his cum drooling out of her as she moved to sit beside him. \"Mmmph. You see, our world is dying. I have seen it first hand. Crops struggle to take root, the wild beasts grow thin and few in number, and even the very sea has started to turn sour, fish washing ashore dead en mass.\" She reached out to touch his cheek. \"This is a kinder death than what is coming.\"\n\nShe let out a grunt as she pushed herself back to her hooves, stretching her arms up a little. \"Mmmph. Thanks for the great fuck. Though I need to borrow these.\" She grabbed the man's discarded sleep pants, using them to wipe the cum drooling down her inner thighs. \"Not like you'll be needing them.\" After cleaning her legs, and wiping her own cum off of her cock, she tossed the pants onto the man's face. \"Here. You always liked being coated in my seed anyway.\" She took her time getting her clothing back on, soon dressed just as she was when she entered. The last piece was slipping her knife back into the sheath. \"Rest easy, Sessan. Your kingdom is dead anyway.\"\n\nWith no other look back, she stepped out of the bedchamber. She had to step over the corpse of the guard she had killed on her way in, passing several more dead guards and servants along the way. Before making her way to the king, she had taken her time and murdered everyone within the palace, their essences now within her. It was always much easier getting out when everyone was already dead. Stepping out of the palace and into the night, she strode away as if she had not just murdered several dozen people and her lover. To her, it was just another day. And the days on this world were numbered. But she swore to herself that she would find some way to survive and take to the stars themselves.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nDel floated endlessly through the void of space. He no longer had no need for pedestrian things such as food or water or air. Though long ago, he did. He was a mortal man once, an age so long ago that he didn't even remember what he used to look like. He could not remember the name of the world he once lived on. It did not matter. It had been swallowed by the dying universe when the home star had lost its ability to hold together and exploded before collapsing in on itself. Even that was an epoch ago.\n\nWhat he did remember was why he became the way he was, if not the how. He was a mage of some great power, and he saw through magical means the fate of the universe, of reality. It was dying, much faster than he was comfortable with. In only a scant few million years, a pittance of time on the cosmic scale, it would fully collapse in on itself. He had managed to tap into a font of immense power, more than a physical body could withstand. He sacrificed everything about himself for that power. But it was not out of malice that he craved such power. He would use it to find a way to stop the destruction.\n\nOr so he had hoped. But now he was losing that hope. He had given up everything. His physical body, his home, his mortality, and yet it was not enough. He could birth stars from the dust of space, but they would fizzle and die, and the universe would be that much smaller for it. He could pull a fraction of a star out to build a planet, sprinkle it with what should become life, but it took no root, and only hastened the death of the sun. He found worlds that had their own life, what should be vibrant and fertile, only for it to be withering and fading.\n\nHe was above one such world now. The land should be green, the oceans blue, the sky full of clouds. Yet the land was rocky with yellowed patches of dried plants struggling to fight back against a growing desert rapidly overtaking the land. The oceans had a sickly green to them. The sky stank of death and decay, the clouds a sickly yellow. And all around were the ruins of what had once been thriving civilization, now crumbled and falling to dust. But the star of this world still burned a bright yellow. Perhaps he might be able to rekindle this world. Even if it was doomed in the end, he could count this one, single success.\n\nBut just as he was reaching his senses out to create, something caught his attention. A power like none other he had ever felt. He had found many fonts of power in his stellar travels, but this was different. It was like a nexus of magic, but different. He hesitated to call it twisted, but the only allegory he had was to compare it to a bound knot made of smaller knots. It was closed in on itself, yet radiated power all the same. He had to investigate. He followed the feeling to the source, traveling through the acidic clouds, over the acrid ocean, across the rotting land.\n\nWhat he found was not what he had expected. The remains of what had been some great city. Towers of concrete and steel had crumbled and toppled. Roads were cracked and broken by the upheaval of the land ages ago. It was a dead land, where even the dead had crumbled to dust long ago. And yet, sitting atop a pile of rubble that once had been a building, was a person. A living person. He vaguely recognized what the species was, but he had never seen one in humanoid form. A kind of deer, but with dark fur. A large set of antlers sat atop their head. A head resting against their knees as they sat hugging their legs, unmoving. Staring unblinkingly at nothing. If he didn't know any better, he would have assumed this creature was just as dead as everything around it.\n\nBut he did know better. He could sense the power from it. It was immense. He approached slowly, dark robes manifesting around his cloudy essence to give him some semblance of form in a vaguely humanoid shape. He spoke, not with words, but with meaning, reaching out with magic to communicate across language barriers. \"Greetings.\" The creature did not react. He drew closer, landing on the ground at the base of the rubble. \"Do not worry, I come in-\"\n\n\"You're new.\" The voice spoke. Feminine, he was fairly certain. She stood, like a spring slowly returning to shape. She stood before him naked, and he questioned his assessment that it was female. She had the hallmarks of most female species, that being her large breasts. But she also bore an impressive masculine sex, hanging limp between her legs. \"Never had a cloud show up and talk to me.\" She reached down and picked up a sharpened piece of metal. \"Well. Lets get to it.\"\n\nHe was confused. \"Get to what? Do you know me?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"Nope. But you seem to be alive. So you're either my psychosis again, or you're something new. Either way, I need to put you down.\" She held the metal at her side. \"It's easier if you don't resist.\"\n\nHe recoiled. \"Wait, I'm-\" It was too late. She launched herself at him with blinding speed. The metal struck him, and somehow, despite having no physical form, it impacted. He felt the pain, something he had forgotten. He was sent flying away, crashing into and through the remains of what had been a wall. He threw his form wide, halting himself in the air. \"STOP! I am not here to fight you!\"\n\n\"I don't care.\" She was suddenly there beside him, blade already in motion to strike. He avoided it this time, shifting from side to side and backing away as she continued relentlessly. \"Stop resisting! Just let me kill you like the rest!\"\n\n\"The rest?\" He asked as he continued to avoid her assault, if only barely. \"Are you responsible for this planet's death?\"\n\nShe swiped, cutting only air as he floated over her head to land behind her. She turned, blade at the ready again. \"The planet? No. Just everyone living on it.\"\n\nSomehow, his form grew even darker, swirling and roiling as rage boiled up in him. \"You killed everyone on this planet!?\"\n\n\"They had to die.\" It was her only response before she was attacking again. \"And so do you!\"\n\nThis creature was twisted. It was a being of destruction. He reached out with what could be percieved as his arm, catching the blade and halting it. Though he felt the pain from the impact. \"If I am to save this world, this universe, a being like you cannot be allowed to exist within it!\" He lashed out with his magic, striking her in the chest and sending her hurtling away. She crashed into the rubble she had been sitting upon earlier and bouncing off.\n\nShe grunted as she picked herself up, rubbing her shoulder. \"Felt that. So I guess you're real.\" She realized she had lost her weapon and just shrugged. She didn't need one to kill. \"Now I know you need to die.\" She rushed at him again, a blur of motion. Her fist punched, almost hitting him, only for her hoof to connect in the middle of his form, sending him crashing to the ground. How was she able to make contact with him!?\n\nHe needed to end this. If she was a being of destruction, she might have means to overcome his immortality, and then he would never find a way to save this universe. \"I am sorry.\" He picked himself up, floating off of the ground again. \"But I cannot let you end my quest here!\" As she rushed at him again, he lashed out with his magic again. This time, as she was sent flying, he reached out with his will and grabbed a massive piece of metal, sending it crashing down onto her hard enough the ground cracked. He then grabbed more debris, throwing it onto the first, then more, piling on the remains of walls and road, the earth itself. All to crush her and leave the remains buried. He only hoped her body would not poison the ground he hoped to save.\n\nBefore he could leave, he felt a rumble through the ground, air, and the essence of magic around him. \"Impossible!\" He looked back at the pile in time to see it shift and rise. With a feral scream, the woman burst out from the makeshift tomb, using impossible strength to send the pieces of detritus flying away. He flinched. She was not only able to survive, but she looked completely unharmed. Not only could she hurt him, she seemed impervious to physical damage. He had never encountered a creature like this.\n\nShe looked at him, a wild grin on her face. One that would have sent chills down his spine if he still had one. \"Nice trick! Been a long time since I fought magic! But you can't put me down, cloud!\" She was on him again, beside him faster than he could react. A fist struck him, sending him to the ground. This time, it was his body that cracked the earth with the impact. \"But I can hurt you!\" She slammed her fist down. He narrowly avoided the blow by flinging himself to the side. When she struck, the ground cracked further. What kind of impossible strength could this creature have!?\n\n\"And that is why I must end this!\" He reached out with his will again. This time, instead of grabbing debris, he grabbed her instead. Suddenly, he was rocketing upwards, dragging the woman with him. \"You may be able to withstand any physical harm I do to you, but you cannot withstand vacuum!\" He threw her upwards with all of his considerable magical might. The air let out a series of booms as her body broke the sound barrier several times over. He followed close behind as she shot clear out of the atmosphere.\n\nHe found her tumbling end over end somewhere past the planet's second moon, slowed only slightly from the gravity, but easily sailing past. He got closer, intending to alter her trajectory to the sun. \"GOTCHA!\" Her hand suddenly grabbed him. He was so shocked that he could not react in time to avoid her attack. She halted her own momentum entirely, shifting it back at the moon she just passed, dragging him with her. With no atmosphere of its own, there was no entry fire, but the impact into the surface was hard enough that dust and rubble was sent flying around the crater they made.\n\nStill within her grasp, he simply stared at the woman. \"HOW!?\" Not only did she survive [i]space,[/i] she had completely halted her momentum. The only reason he could was he had no physical essence, but she was solid. And she was somehow communicating with him, projecting her words at him the way he did. And still, through it all, there was not a scratch upon her.\n\n\"I'm immortal! You cannot kill me, vapor boy!\" She slammed her fist into him, and again, he felt the pain. The moon felt it more, cracking under him. \"Only the universe ending can do that!\" She really was a force of destruction! He had to end her, and he knew how, but hated the idea of it.\n\n\"I will not let this reality die!\" With an explosion of force, he shoved her away from him. He did not let her recover this time, grabbing her with his will yet again and shot off the moon. This time, he dragged her with him, straight at the burning yellow star at the center of this system. \"If you cannot die, then I will trap you forever! I will not let you end this universe!\"\n\nIt was her turn to be confused. \"End it? I'm not- AHH!\" The next thing she knew, she was being thrown again, hurtling end over end directly at the star. He lost sight of her as she hit the surface, sinking somewhere below the burning waves of plasma.\n\nHe steeled himself, mustering more power than he had used in eons. \"I am sorry.\" He spoke it not to the being, but to the star, and the planets around it. Striking the star with the immense power, he forced it to compress in upon itself. With the addition of magic, the core started to go critical, collapsing inwards. With a suddenly explosion of energy, the light of the star vanished, replaced instead by a hole in space, a void where once a thriving star had lived. She might survive space, and might even have survived the sun, but nothing could escape from a black hole.\n\nThat was what he had thought. Until suddenly she emerged from it, floating away as if the gravity strong enough to bend light meant nothing. \"Damn. That was one hell of a party trick.\"\n\nHe just stared at her. \"How...\"\n\nShe smirked. \"I told you. I'm immortal.\"\n\n\"You... just floated out of a black hole!\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes. And you're still floating within the event horizon yourself. I notice you're not falling in.\" That was true, but he had no physical form. \"And judging by how you could pull that off even after the beating I was giving you, I'm guessing you're also immortal. I'm pretty sure my imagination can't collapse a sun.\"\n\nHe let out an approximation of a sigh. \"So I killed a sun for nothing... and we are one step closer to the end of the universe. I'm sure you're pleased to hear.\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No. I'm not.\"\n\nHe looked at her in shock. \"Wait. I thought you wanted the universe to end!\"\n\n\"What the hell gave you that impression?\" She shook her head. \"I don't want it to end, but it's going to. And soon. And there's not a damned thing anyone can do to stop it. All I want to do is give people a much quicker end so they won't suffer as everything unravels.\"\n\nHis anger rose again. \"I will find a way!\"\n\n\"I hope you do, but how long have you been looking?\" He did not answer. \"Yeah. Thought so.\" She sighed and turned. \"Come on. It was time I leave this place. I don't want to watch my world slowly crumble away... what's left of it, anyway.\" She pointed. \"Let's head to the next star over. It's got a planet we can sit down on. Air is a bit methane, but as long as you don't become a thundercloud, we should be fine. We can talk on the way.\"\n\n\"You're not going to hit me some more, are you?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No point. And I think we have a lot to talk about. The star is only 5 and a half lightyears away. We'll be there in the blink of an eye... if you had any.\" With that, she started off in the direction she pointed. Del stayed where he was for a moment, then decided to follow. If nothing else, he would keep an eye on her.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nFinally, they arrived on the world she told him about. Though for the two ageless immortals, the time passed so fast they barely noticed. They were just past the first lightyear of their journey before she realized she had not introduced herself properly. She told him her name was Orazand Uchian, though went by Zan. And she was, in fact, a deer. After struggling with his name a few times, she decided to stick with calling him Del.\n\nShe sat on the ground, leaning back against a rusty colored rock. \"And you think that you can stop the destruction of the universe by creating more things?\"\n\n\"That was my original thought, yes. But I have learned that it is not how this universe works.\" He stood in front of her, having no need to sit. He had no need to stand, either, but she said his floating looked odd, so he chose to imitate standing. It was also why he chose to stay in a vaguely humanoid shape. \"You cannot create something out of nothing, no matter how powerful your magic. You can only alter what already is. And with the universe closing in on itself, there is less and less to change.\" He pointed to a nearby rock. \"I could break that rock into dust, change its shape, and give it life as a bird. But I cannot change it into a flock of birds. There is not enough of it for that.\"\n\n\"Makes sense. Kind of a balance thing.\"\n\n\"Balance... yes.\" He looked directly at her. \"And you. You said you ended all the life, and planned to end more life to give it a 'quick death.' Yet I found you sitting on world that had died long ago. Why?\n\nShe looked away. \"I... I wasn't ready yet. To do it again.\"\n\nHe let out an amused chuckle. \"Talk big, but the first time playing angel of death gets to you?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No. The first time was easy. That was the second.\"\n\n\"Second?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" She frowned. \"And it was a lot more... personal.\" She took a deep breath, and began to tell him of her original world. Much like the one he found her on, it was dying. She had seen the suffering of people, and swore to end that suffering swiftly. A slow death was torture. So she became an assassin, and used a strange ability she had to take the essence of those she killed, eventually becoming immortal. And not only immortal, but immensely powerful, though she rarely liked to flex that particular side very often. The fight with him was the first time she had ever gone all out. That she could simply step out of a black hole was also something she didn't know she could do until then.\n\n\"So how was the second world more personal? Did you create it?\"\n\nShe shook her head again. \"No. Not exactly. After I found out I could just... jump into space after becoming so powerful, I floated around for a long time. Not sure how long. Time stops having meaning while you're in that void, you know?\"\n\nHe nodded, more for her benefit. \"Yes. I do.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well...\" She continued. \"So after a long time, I found that world. Healthy, green, alive. It was perfect. So I... populated it.\"\n\n\"Populated?\" He sounded skeptical. \"How? Magic?\"\n\nAgain, she shook her head. \"No. The old fashioned way.\" She motioned down at her sex. \"I had kids.\"\n\nHe glanced down at the very masculine part she did nothing to cover. \"So, I know different species do things differently, but from my experience-\" He was cut off when she started to laugh. \"What?\"\n\nShe reached down and lifted her cock and balls up, showing the slit hidden under them. \"I've got both parts.\"\n\n\"Is that normal for your species?\"\n\nOnce more, she shook her head. \"Nope. I'm a freak of nature. But both still work. So... I made them work.\"\n\nIt took him a moment before he connected the dots. \"Wait, you impregnated yourself!? That is possible?\"\n\nShe nodded this time. \"Yup. Though generally not a good idea on a genetics scale, but... needs what they must. Not like there were any others of my species around. So I had a few kids, and... well, let's just say within a few centuries, there was a tribe of people.\"\n\nHe decided not to prod further on this distinctly incestuous line. \"So, you created a new civilization, only to kill them?\"\n\n\"That came later. I taught them everything I knew, showed them how to survive, to craft and thrive. Within about 800 years, they were a full on civilization. Building cities, developing science, creating books and art. It was really something special to see... but...\" Her voice trailed off.\n\n\"But then the world started to die.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah. Started in the ocean. Fish started to wash up, diseased and rotten. Then the land and air started to cause issues. Crops wouldn't grow, diseases started to show up everywhere. Plagues wiping out cities. I had seen it before. I knew what was happening. And I didn't want these people, MY people... to suffer that. So I chose to become their, as you put it, angel of death. They all knew me as their progenitor, and most... accepted it. Some fought back, but... well, you can imagine how well that went for them.\"\n\nHe grunted. \"Considering how you fought against me, not well I would assume.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah. The last living person died in that city you found me in. They were the last of a group helping me to end the suffering. I gave him as swift a death as I could. And... that is when it hit me what I had done. Again.\" She looked away again. \"I am not sorry that I did it. I'm sorry I started it to begin with. I created a whole people, only to have to kill them all myself.\"\n\n\"And yet you still planned to do it again?\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" She took a deep breath, not minding at all that she was filling her lungs with methane. \"And I will. I will end suffering with a quick death. It is kinder than letting them linger and die a slow, painful, and torturous death. Let them die with some dignity intact.\"\n\nDel turned, looking up at the red dwarf star hanging high in the sky. It seemed so alive, burning so brightly. But he could see it within the corona. The star was dying. It would soon start to loose the color, fading more, expanding as it lost more of its cohesion, and eventually implode entirely. It would not take long, on a cosmic scale of things. \"I understand.\"\n\nShe scoffed. \"Really? After all that bluster about saving the universe from itself?\"\n\nHe grunted. \"I still seek a way, but I have seen many stars burn out. Planets full of life grow barren. Almost all of the space faring civilizations have collapsed now, retreating to homeworlds that have since died, or huddled in places they think are safe, knowing it is not. I wish to save them...\" He looked down. \"But if there truly is no way... perhaps a swift end is the kinder choice. But I fear that only hastens the end of everything.\"\n\nZan stood up, brushing dirt off of her bare ass. \"Then let it end faster. The universe itself is suffering. Maybe we could find a way to end it. Give the universe itself a quick and peaceful death.\"\n\nHe couldn't help but chuckled. \"And here you said you weren't the being of destruction I mistook you for.\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"Well, who knows. According to science, everything will collapse, then expand and start anew all over again. So we're not destroying, just creating the next version a little faster.\" She smirked. \"Kind of a balance thing.\"\n\nHe chuckled again. \"Yes. Balance.\" He looked back up at the sky. \"I am not ready to go to that length yet. But... maybe.\"\n\nShe nodded, patting his shoulder... what she assumed was a shoulder. \"I'll go with you. We find somewhere suffering and can't help them survive, we give them a swift and peaceful end. We find a way to stop this, we throw everything into it. Sound good?\"\n\nHe made a motion she could not interpret. \"I suppose.\" Turning, he looked her up and down. \"Though you may wish to put on clothing when we find civilization. Most tend not to be accepting of such open immodesty.\" At that, she laughed.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\"It's beginning.\" Del spoke quietly. The two were still staring up at the brown dwarf above their little planetoid. They never found a way to stop the end of everything. And now, the last star in the universe was about to die.\n\nZan nodded. \"Yeah.\" She saw it, the way the light had stopped. The star was collapsing entirely. But there was not enough there to become even a black hole. It would simple sputter out to nothing. \"And to think. It used to be such a beautiful red giant.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yes. But this is how things are.\" Finally coming the conclusion that there was no stopping the end, they had traveled to the very center of the universe. The last point that would die. The star here had once been among many, a brilliant red giant burning brightly among its piers. Now it was a gasping brown dwarf. Del had taken a sliver of it to create this planetoid that would be their last home. It was here they had stayed for the last two millenia, waiting for the end. And now it was here.\n\nShe reached out, resting her hand against him. \"We had a hell of a ride, though.\"\n\nHe made an amused snort. \"Yes. That we did.\" Turning to her, he gave the impression of a smile, though there was no expression within the swirling mass of energy that was his being. \"Until the next world, Orazand Uchian.\"\n\nShe turned to him, giving a smile in return. \"Until the next world, Gordelethis.\"\n\nThe two immortal beings watched and waited. The light of the star eventually completely faded away, the last light in the universe dying. And with it, the universe collapsed inwards upon itself. How long it took, neither could say. Time no longer had meaning. But when it happened, they were together, accepting their deaths.\n\nAnd yet, death was not what happened to them. Their very beings were crushed within the singular point of everything, merging into one. Into everything at once. It lasted but a moment. A moment without time. And then they split from each other once more. And with their split, the atom split with them, and the universe exploded back into being. Not the same, but a new one. The force of this newest big bang sent the very stuff of stars hurtling at near lightspeed outwards. With them, pieces of what had been Orazand Uchian and Gordelethis.\n\nBut through either a quirk of fate, or destiny, or design, a piece of their consciousness remained, now a part of every atom of this new universe. The formless being found himself alive, with little idea of the concept. But he had a purpose. This universe needed to be protected. To be formed and shaped. He would become its creator, speaking form into the formless. With a fraction of himself left, he knew only his name. He was the god of creation: Deleth. But he could not do it alone. From him, he would birth other gods to protect this new universe, an entire court to oversee and maintain every aspect.\n\nBut he was not as alone as he had thought. With creation comes destruction. Death must follow with life, but life often follows death. The birth of this new reality a testament to that idea. The other piece remained, knowing her role. She would be the bringer of balance, to keep this universe from expanding too fast, lest it burn itself out and hasten to a quick end. She would be the being of death itself, but also of birth. To destroy, one has merely altered a shape, created new. Death removes to make room for life. And from death, new life could spring. And so she was born anew to her new role. The god of death, and of fertility.\n\nThe god of balance.\n\nZanduchi.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Death of History

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Orazand Uchian stepped out of the small house, ducking down slightly so her antlers did not hit the top of the doorway, and walked out into near total darkness. Though she had long gotten used to the darkness of this place. The doe saw her partner in the distance, his robes billowing slightly, despite the complete stillness of the air around them. Her own robes hung loose upon her. She did not bother to close them, leaving her nakedness exposed, breasts bouncing in the light gravity, limp cock swaying as she stepped. She had nothing of modesty left. There was no need in this place. Not when it was just the two of them. Though their relationship was not a romantic one, yet more than simply platonic. They had been together for too long for simple terms.

She walked across the barren dirt to stand beside her companion. He was staring up at the sky. Yet he knew she was there, speaking as she approached. "It is nearly time."

She nodded. "Yes." Looking up, she stared at the same thing he was. The sun was so dim it cast almost no light anymore. A brown dwarf hung high above, sputtering out its last gasps as it neared its inglorious death. "The last star's final breaths. Not long now, Del."

Gordelethis nodded slowly. Or as best as someone like him could. He had long ago abandoned his physical form, existing now as a mass of darkly roiling energy in a vaguely humanoid shape. He had been like that for so long, he didn't even remember what his original form had looked like, having sacrificed it for the sake of power. The power to halt the end of the universe. But it was not enough. Nothing could stop the march of time and entropy. A lesson that took him millennia to learn. "To think, Zan. We worked so hard for so long to stop it. Now, it is almost beautiful."

She nodded. "Yeah. A consequence of living so long, I think. At least neither of us are seeing it alone." The being beside her grunted his agreement. She also thought it was funny, that she was here with him. Despite their similarities, they were so opposite. And when they had first met, they were anything but friends. In the final moments of the universe, she found herself reminiscing of her past. He was likely doing the same. She let her mind wander back through the mists of time to relive those days one last time in her head. Soon, that history would be gone forever. Even immortals could not survive the end of the reality itself.

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She stepped quietly into the large, regal bedchamber, closing the door slowly and silently behind her. She cautiously moved to the enormous bed, careful to step only on the carpet so her hooves would make no noise. Her hand gripped the dagger tight as she saw the lone figure laying upon the bed, a deer like her, his antlers almost as impressive as her own. Though his were adorned with gold, as befitting a king. When he rolled over onto his back, she acted quickly, moving forward and leaning over the bed. She placed the knife at his throat as she leaned close. "And just like that, you are dead."

His eyes snapped open, and for a moment, she saw the look of fear in them. But they softened, a smile coming to his lips. "You know, Zan, regicide is about the highest act of treason."

She nodded. "Yes. But a king should guard himself better against assassins, Lord Fensh."

High King Sessan Ril Fensh chuckled. "As if there was a guard in world that could protect someone from the best assassin in Carn." He glanced down. "Are you going to actually slit my throat, or can I kiss my lover?" She chuckled as well, moving the blade away and sliding it into the sheath at her thigh. She then climbed onto the bed and leaned down to kiss him upon the lips. "Mm. I take it your mission was a successful one, then?"

She nodded. "Yes. You will not be hearing from his eminence ever again, or any of his flock. Come dawn, the upstart priest will be found with his collection of devoted, their throats all slit in a mass suicide." She smirked. "There will even be a written sermon about it found on his pulpit."

Sessan shook his head slowly. "An entire congregation and not an alarm sounded. You never cease to amaze and, being honest, slightly terrify me."

"Terrify?" She slid her leg over his, rubbing her thigh against the crotch of his sleep pants. "Is that why you've grown so hard already?"

He smiled. "In part. But it has more to do with the powerful and sexy beast rubbing herself against me." He reached up to gently brush her cheek. "Though if you're willing to extract yourself from those clothes, we might do something about it. And, I'm assuming, your own. I know how you can get after missions like these..."

She smiled to him. "Very well, my lord." He rolled his eyes at her teasing mockery of formality. Still, he watched as she slid back off of the bed and started to remove the tight, pitch black leathers that clung to her sexy body. She flicked a few buckles at her sides to loosen the top, tugging it up and off before letting it fall to the floor. It left her in a thin, grey cloth shirt that did nothing to hide her ample bust now free from the restricted top. The shirt was soon pulled up and off as well, letting those hefty breasts bounce freely for him to see, nipples poking through the dark fur.

Her pants were next, only a single buckle holding them up. Once that was open, she let them slide down her well toned legs, stepping out of them. All that was left was a pair of cloth underwear, a very obvious bulge showing at the front. These, too, were pushed down and left with the rest of the piled clothing. Turning to him, her cock stood straight out at him, throbbing with need for attention. Though she was a true hermaphrodite, her damp slit hidden under the set of balls dangling below her shaft. She rubbed her shaft a little, letting out a sigh now that it was no longer being restrained by the clothing. "Much better."

"I agree." Sessan shifted a little, pushing his own pants down and letting his cock also stand free. "As you can see, I appreciate the show." He pat the bed for her to join him again, which she very happily did. Climbing back on, she moved up beside him, her shaft resting against his hip, tip rubbing against the base of his cock. "Now, the question is, who should ride whom?"

She smirked, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his shaft. It was about the same size as hers, near a foot long and several inches thick near the base. "The last time, I got to fill you. I think this time you should be the one getting a ride." She swiftly threw her leg over him and climbed atop the man. She rested her rear against his shaft, hers laying against his belly as she looked up at him. "Which hole is the real question."

He grinned. "Oh, I could not deny that lovely slit of yours. I can feel the heat coming off of it." He reached up to grip her hips. "Go on, my deadly lover. Get yourself onto your king's cock."

Zan gave him a cheeky grin. "As you wish, my lord." She leaned down to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, then lifted her hips up. He guided her back, until her slit hovered just above his tip. She slowly slid down, feeling his shaft part her lips and start to fill her pussy little by little. She let out a soft moan as she took his shaft, her own twitching and bobbing in front of her as she lowered herself down. He also let out a groan of pleasure as her hips sank down, finally resting against his. She was one of the few people who could take the entirety of his cock without complaint. Likewise, he was one of the few men who eagerly took her cook as deep as she could go.

She wasted no time with foreplay, both deer already turned on enough. Instead, she started to bounce on his lap, her hips smacking against his, her shaft slapping against his belly each time she took him back inside. He gripped at her hips, but she was the one fully in control. Her pace rose quickly, bouncing on him harder. He gasped and grunted. "Y-you really are pent up today!"

She smiled down at him. "I'm just eager." She squeezed around him, making him gasp again. "It has been too long since you've been inside me like this."

He grunted again. "If you keep this pace up, you won't be feeling me in there for very long."

She laughed softly, reaching down to take his hands and bring them up to rest on her ample chest. "You can stay inside while you rest. Now stop complaining and enjoy the sexy herm bouncing on your cock!" She let out a louder moan. "And fuck me like you mean it!"

He shook his head, but smiled all the same. "As you wish, my lady." His hands squeezed her breasts firmly, getting a moan from her in response. He also saw her cock twitch a little more, the thing throbbing almost threateningly as it kept smacking against his belly. He knew the size of the load she could give, especially when she got like this. He was looking forward to it, not the first time she would have coated his fur in her seed. He still grit his teeth, trying his best to hold back as she bounced hard against him. Her inner walls kept squeezing around him, as if she was trying to milk him of all he had already.

Despite his protests, he did love when she got like this. Few would dare ride their king the way she was now, demanding of him instead of the other way around. There was an appeal to it, the same as when he was on the receiving end of her shaft. He throbbed just as much as she did inside of that clenching tunnel, his hips thrusting up to meet hers as he struck deep over and over. Soon, he was panting and grunting more, straining to hold himself back. "S-slower, my love... I cannot hold back much longer like this!"

She moaned louder, leaning down closer to him. "Then do not hold back. Give me everything you have." She gave his lips a quick kiss. "Fill me with all you have."

He grit his teeth, but could not resist her. His hands moved down to grip at her hips again, thrusting up to slam himself deep inside of her over and over. "Ah... here... it comes!" He groaned, his shaft pulsing inside has he drew closer and closer to the edge. Finally, he could hold back no longer. His hips thrust up to bury himself into her as he came, blasting his seed deep inside of her. His mouth opened to let out a loud cry of pleasure... only for a gurgle to come out instead. His eyes snapped open again as the pain finally registered a moment later, along with the taste of his own blood in his mouth.

Zan pushed the small knife deeper into his throat, slicing right through his vocal cords, then slashing to the side to cut open the artery beside. Blood immediately started to gush out of the wound. "I'm sorry, Sessan." She set the knife down, resting her hands on his shoulders to keep him pinned down as he started to struggle. "But your death has to happen." She watched as his expression shifted through so many emotions in rapid succession. First there was confusion, then anger at her sudden betrayal, then fear of his own death, and then horror that there was no way to stop what was happening. He finally returned to terror, eyes darting about as if looking for something that might stop his death. But there was no stopping it, too much of his blood already soaking into the sheets.

All the while, his cock still pulsed and twitched, spitting his final load inside of her. She felt the warmth as it flowed into her. She clenched around his cock, bouncing on him more as he started to shake under her. She watched his gaze look back up at her, almost pleading with her. Then he was no longer looking at her, but past her, at nothing at all. His gaze grew unfocused, the terror returning in the last moments before his head simply tilted to the side. His body continued to shiver under her. Only then did she let out a loud moan of her own, slamming her hips down against him as she stopped holding back her own orgasm. Her pussy clamped around him as her cock twitched and pulsed, and started to spit her seed in great, sticky ropes onto his chest and face. She let go of his shoulder, gripping her shaft and stroking herself to empty her balls onto the man who had called her his lover.

She felt no remorse for him. This was not the first lover she had killed. Not even the first king. Those that felt a connection to her were the best for what she was doing. As she came, she pressed her other hand hard against his chest, his heart just fluttering its last within his chest. She gripped at something not physical and yanked her hand back, ripping his essence out of its physical shell. She opened her mouth, letting that essence flow into her, feeling the power that came with it invigorating her. Betrayed lovers really were the best. They already gave so much to her, making taking their spirit into herself so much easier. Soon, she had drained him of everything. His seed, his life, and his very soul.

Zan panted as the intoxicating feeling started to ebb away. Her cock remained rock hard, even as it drooled the last of her seed onto his belly. She closed her eyes, letting herself recover. She couldn't remember how she first discovered this power, but was glad she did. She felt the last tingles of the power coursing through her, adding to the immense well of life she had already stolen from so many over the last several hundred years. All of them gave her an incredible amount of power. Along with it, she hoped, immortality. That she had not aged a day in centuries was a good sign that it was working.

Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. Looking down, she saw the vacant expression in the now dead king. "Sorry, Sessan. But trust me, I've done you a kindness." She lifted her hips off of him, letting out a moan as his cock slid free. It fell limp at his belly, his cum drooling out of her as she moved to sit beside him. "Mmmph. You see, our world is dying. I have seen it first hand. Crops struggle to take root, the wild beasts grow thin and few in number, and even the very sea has started to turn sour, fish washing ashore dead en mass." She reached out to touch his cheek. "This is a kinder death than what is coming."

She let out a grunt as she pushed herself back to her hooves, stretching her arms up a little. "Mmmph. Thanks for the great fuck. Though I need to borrow these." She grabbed the man's discarded sleep pants, using them to wipe the cum drooling down her inner thighs. "Not like you'll be needing them." After cleaning her legs, and wiping her own cum off of her cock, she tossed the pants onto the man's face. "Here. You always liked being coated in my seed anyway." She took her time getting her clothing back on, soon dressed just as she was when she entered. The last piece was slipping her knife back into the sheath. "Rest easy, Sessan. Your kingdom is dead anyway."

With no other look back, she stepped out of the bedchamber. She had to step over the corpse of the guard she had killed on her way in, passing several more dead guards and servants along the way. Before making her way to the king, she had taken her time and murdered everyone within the palace, their essences now within her. It was always much easier getting out when everyone was already dead. Stepping out of the palace and into the night, she strode away as if she had not just murdered several dozen people and her lover. To her, it was just another day. And the days on this world were numbered. But she swore to herself that she would find some way to survive and take to the stars themselves.

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Del floated endlessly through the void of space. He no longer had no need for pedestrian things such as food or water or air. Though long ago, he did. He was a mortal man once, an age so long ago that he didn't even remember what he used to look like. He could not remember the name of the world he once lived on. It did not matter. It had been swallowed by the dying universe when the home star had lost its ability to hold together and exploded before collapsing in on itself. Even that was an epoch ago.

What he did remember was why he became the way he was, if not the how. He was a mage of some great power, and he saw through magical means the fate of the universe, of reality. It was dying, much faster than he was comfortable with. In only a scant few million years, a pittance of time on the cosmic scale, it would fully collapse in on itself. He had managed to tap into a font of immense power, more than a physical body could withstand. He sacrificed everything about himself for that power. But it was not out of malice that he craved such power. He would use it to find a way to stop the destruction.

Or so he had hoped. But now he was losing that hope. He had given up everything. His physical body, his home, his mortality, and yet it was not enough. He could birth stars from the dust of space, but they would fizzle and die, and the universe would be that much smaller for it. He could pull a fraction of a star out to build a planet, sprinkle it with what should become life, but it took no root, and only hastened the death of the sun. He found worlds that had their own life, what should be vibrant and fertile, only for it to be withering and fading.

He was above one such world now. The land should be green, the oceans blue, the sky full of clouds. Yet the land was rocky with yellowed patches of dried plants struggling to fight back against a growing desert rapidly overtaking the land. The oceans had a sickly green to them. The sky stank of death and decay, the clouds a sickly yellow. And all around were the ruins of what had once been thriving civilization, now crumbled and falling to dust. But the star of this world still burned a bright yellow. Perhaps he might be able to rekindle this world. Even if it was doomed in the end, he could count this one, single success.

But just as he was reaching his senses out to create, something caught his attention. A power like none other he had ever felt. He had found many fonts of power in his stellar travels, but this was different. It was like a nexus of magic, but different. He hesitated to call it twisted, but the only allegory he had was to compare it to a bound knot made of smaller knots. It was closed in on itself, yet radiated power all the same. He had to investigate. He followed the feeling to the source, traveling through the acidic clouds, over the acrid ocean, across the rotting land.

What he found was not what he had expected. The remains of what had been some great city. Towers of concrete and steel had crumbled and toppled. Roads were cracked and broken by the upheaval of the land ages ago. It was a dead land, where even the dead had crumbled to dust long ago. And yet, sitting atop a pile of rubble that once had been a building, was a person. A living person. He vaguely recognized what the species was, but he had never seen one in humanoid form. A kind of deer, but with dark fur. A large set of antlers sat atop their head. A head resting against their knees as they sat hugging their legs, unmoving. Staring unblinkingly at nothing. If he didn't know any better, he would have assumed this creature was just as dead as everything around it.

But he did know better. He could sense the power from it. It was immense. He approached slowly, dark robes manifesting around his cloudy essence to give him some semblance of form in a vaguely humanoid shape. He spoke, not with words, but with meaning, reaching out with magic to communicate across language barriers. "Greetings." The creature did not react. He drew closer, landing on the ground at the base of the rubble. "Do not worry, I come in-"

"You're new." The voice spoke. Feminine, he was fairly certain. She stood, like a spring slowly returning to shape. She stood before him naked, and he questioned his assessment that it was female. She had the hallmarks of most female species, that being her large breasts. But she also bore an impressive masculine sex, hanging limp between her legs. "Never had a cloud show up and talk to me." She reached down and picked up a sharpened piece of metal. "Well. Lets get to it."

He was confused. "Get to what? Do you know me?"

She shook her head. "Nope. But you seem to be alive. So you're either my psychosis again, or you're something new. Either way, I need to put you down." She held the metal at her side. "It's easier if you don't resist."

He recoiled. "Wait, I'm-" It was too late. She launched herself at him with blinding speed. The metal struck him, and somehow, despite having no physical form, it impacted. He felt the pain, something he had forgotten. He was sent flying away, crashing into and through the remains of what had been a wall. He threw his form wide, halting himself in the air. "STOP! I am not here to fight you!"

"I don't care." She was suddenly there beside him, blade already in motion to strike. He avoided it this time, shifting from side to side and backing away as she continued relentlessly. "Stop resisting! Just let me kill you like the rest!"

"The rest?" He asked as he continued to avoid her assault, if only barely. "Are you responsible for this planet's death?"

She swiped, cutting only air as he floated over her head to land behind her. She turned, blade at the ready again. "The planet? No. Just everyone living on it."

Somehow, his form grew even darker, swirling and roiling as rage boiled up in him. "You killed everyone on this planet!?"

"They had to die." It was her only response before she was attacking again. "And so do you!"

This creature was twisted. It was a being of destruction. He reached out with what could be percieved as his arm, catching the blade and halting it. Though he felt the pain from the impact. "If I am to save this world, this universe, a being like you cannot be allowed to exist within it!" He lashed out with his magic, striking her in the chest and sending her hurtling away. She crashed into the rubble she had been sitting upon earlier and bouncing off.

She grunted as she picked herself up, rubbing her shoulder. "Felt that. So I guess you're real." She realized she had lost her weapon and just shrugged. She didn't need one to kill. "Now I know you need to die." She rushed at him again, a blur of motion. Her fist punched, almost hitting him, only for her hoof to connect in the middle of his form, sending him crashing to the ground. How was she able to make contact with him!?

He needed to end this. If she was a being of destruction, she might have means to overcome his immortality, and then he would never find a way to save this universe. "I am sorry." He picked himself up, floating off of the ground again. "But I cannot let you end my quest here!" As she rushed at him again, he lashed out with his magic again. This time, as she was sent flying, he reached out with his will and grabbed a massive piece of metal, sending it crashing down onto her hard enough the ground cracked. He then grabbed more debris, throwing it onto the first, then more, piling on the remains of walls and road, the earth itself. All to crush her and leave the remains buried. He only hoped her body would not poison the ground he hoped to save.

Before he could leave, he felt a rumble through the ground, air, and the essence of magic around him. "Impossible!" He looked back at the pile in time to see it shift and rise. With a feral scream, the woman burst out from the makeshift tomb, using impossible strength to send the pieces of detritus flying away. He flinched. She was not only able to survive, but she looked completely unharmed. Not only could she hurt him, she seemed impervious to physical damage. He had never encountered a creature like this.

She looked at him, a wild grin on her face. One that would have sent chills down his spine if he still had one. "Nice trick! Been a long time since I fought magic! But you can't put me down, cloud!" She was on him again, beside him faster than he could react. A fist struck him, sending him to the ground. This time, it was his body that cracked the earth with the impact. "But I can hurt you!" She slammed her fist down. He narrowly avoided the blow by flinging himself to the side. When she struck, the ground cracked further. What kind of impossible strength could this creature have!?

"And that is why I must end this!" He reached out with his will again. This time, instead of grabbing debris, he grabbed her instead. Suddenly, he was rocketing upwards, dragging the woman with him. "You may be able to withstand any physical harm I do to you, but you cannot withstand vacuum!" He threw her upwards with all of his considerable magical might. The air let out a series of booms as her body broke the sound barrier several times over. He followed close behind as she shot clear out of the atmosphere.

He found her tumbling end over end somewhere past the planet's second moon, slowed only slightly from the gravity, but easily sailing past. He got closer, intending to alter her trajectory to the sun. "GOTCHA!" Her hand suddenly grabbed him. He was so shocked that he could not react in time to avoid her attack. She halted her own momentum entirely, shifting it back at the moon she just passed, dragging him with her. With no atmosphere of its own, there was no entry fire, but the impact into the surface was hard enough that dust and rubble was sent flying around the crater they made.

Still within her grasp, he simply stared at the woman. "HOW!?" Not only did she survive space, she had completely halted her momentum. The only reason he could was he had no physical essence, but she was solid. And she was somehow communicating with him, projecting her words at him the way he did. And still, through it all, there was not a scratch upon her.

"I'm immortal! You cannot kill me, vapor boy!" She slammed her fist into him, and again, he felt the pain. The moon felt it more, cracking under him. "Only the universe ending can do that!" She really was a force of destruction! He had to end her, and he knew how, but hated the idea of it.

"I will not let this reality die!" With an explosion of force, he shoved her away from him. He did not let her recover this time, grabbing her with his will yet again and shot off the moon. This time, he dragged her with him, straight at the burning yellow star at the center of this system. "If you cannot die, then I will trap you forever! I will not let you end this universe!"

It was her turn to be confused. "End it? I'm not- AHH!" The next thing she knew, she was being thrown again, hurtling end over end directly at the star. He lost sight of her as she hit the surface, sinking somewhere below the burning waves of plasma.

He steeled himself, mustering more power than he had used in eons. "I am sorry." He spoke it not to the being, but to the star, and the planets around it. Striking the star with the immense power, he forced it to compress in upon itself. With the addition of magic, the core started to go critical, collapsing inwards. With a suddenly explosion of energy, the light of the star vanished, replaced instead by a hole in space, a void where once a thriving star had lived. She might survive space, and might even have survived the sun, but nothing could escape from a black hole.

That was what he had thought. Until suddenly she emerged from it, floating away as if the gravity strong enough to bend light meant nothing. "Damn. That was one hell of a party trick."

He just stared at her. "How..."

She smirked. "I told you. I'm immortal."

"You... just floated out of a black hole!"

She nodded. "Yes. And you're still floating within the event horizon yourself. I notice you're not falling in." That was true, but he had no physical form. "And judging by how you could pull that off even after the beating I was giving you, I'm guessing you're also immortal. I'm pretty sure my imagination can't collapse a sun."

He let out an approximation of a sigh. "So I killed a sun for nothing... and we are one step closer to the end of the universe. I'm sure you're pleased to hear."

She shook her head. "No. I'm not."

He looked at her in shock. "Wait. I thought you wanted the universe to end!"

"What the hell gave you that impression?" She shook her head. "I don't want it to end, but it's going to. And soon. And there's not a damned thing anyone can do to stop it. All I want to do is give people a much quicker end so they won't suffer as everything unravels."

His anger rose again. "I will find a way!"

"I hope you do, but how long have you been looking?" He did not answer. "Yeah. Thought so." She sighed and turned. "Come on. It was time I leave this place. I don't want to watch my world slowly crumble away... what's left of it, anyway." She pointed. "Let's head to the next star over. It's got a planet we can sit down on. Air is a bit methane, but as long as you don't become a thundercloud, we should be fine. We can talk on the way."

"You're not going to hit me some more, are you?"

She shook her head. "No point. And I think we have a lot to talk about. The star is only 5 and a half lightyears away. We'll be there in the blink of an eye... if you had any." With that, she started off in the direction she pointed. Del stayed where he was for a moment, then decided to follow. If nothing else, he would keep an eye on her.

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Finally, they arrived on the world she told him about. Though for the two ageless immortals, the time passed so fast they barely noticed. They were just past the first lightyear of their journey before she realized she had not introduced herself properly. She told him her name was Orazand Uchian, though went by Zan. And she was, in fact, a deer. After struggling with his name a few times, she decided to stick with calling him Del.

She sat on the ground, leaning back against a rusty colored rock. "And you think that you can stop the destruction of the universe by creating more things?"

"That was my original thought, yes. But I have learned that it is not how this universe works." He stood in front of her, having no need to sit. He had no need to stand, either, but she said his floating looked odd, so he chose to imitate standing. It was also why he chose to stay in a vaguely humanoid shape. "You cannot create something out of nothing, no matter how powerful your magic. You can only alter what already is. And with the universe closing in on itself, there is less and less to change." He pointed to a nearby rock. "I could break that rock into dust, change its shape, and give it life as a bird. But I cannot change it into a flock of birds. There is not enough of it for that."

"Makes sense. Kind of a balance thing."

"Balance... yes." He looked directly at her. "And you. You said you ended all the life, and planned to end more life to give it a 'quick death.' Yet I found you sitting on world that had died long ago. Why?

She looked away. "I... I wasn't ready yet. To do it again."

He let out an amused chuckle. "Talk big, but the first time playing angel of death gets to you?"

She shook her head. "No. The first time was easy. That was the second."

"Second?"

"Yeah." She frowned. "And it was a lot more... personal." She took a deep breath, and began to tell him of her original world. Much like the one he found her on, it was dying. She had seen the suffering of people, and swore to end that suffering swiftly. A slow death was torture. So she became an assassin, and used a strange ability she had to take the essence of those she killed, eventually becoming immortal. And not only immortal, but immensely powerful, though she rarely liked to flex that particular side very often. The fight with him was the first time she had ever gone all out. That she could simply step out of a black hole was also something she didn't know she could do until then.

"So how was the second world more personal? Did you create it?"

She shook her head again. "No. Not exactly. After I found out I could just... jump into space after becoming so powerful, I floated around for a long time. Not sure how long. Time stops having meaning while you're in that void, you know?"

He nodded, more for her benefit. "Yes. I do."

"Yeah, well..." She continued. "So after a long time, I found that world. Healthy, green, alive. It was perfect. So I... populated it."

"Populated?" He sounded skeptical. "How? Magic?"

Again, she shook her head. "No. The old fashioned way." She motioned down at her sex. "I had kids."

He glanced down at the very masculine part she did nothing to cover. "So, I know different species do things differently, but from my experience-" He was cut off when she started to laugh. "What?"

She reached down and lifted her cock and balls up, showing the slit hidden under them. "I've got both parts."

"Is that normal for your species?"

Once more, she shook her head. "Nope. I'm a freak of nature. But both still work. So... I made them work."

It took him a moment before he connected the dots. "Wait, you impregnated yourself!? That is possible?"

She nodded this time. "Yup. Though generally not a good idea on a genetics scale, but... needs what they must. Not like there were any others of my species around. So I had a few kids, and... well, let's just say within a few centuries, there was a tribe of people."

He decided not to prod further on this distinctly incestuous line. "So, you created a new civilization, only to kill them?"

"That came later. I taught them everything I knew, showed them how to survive, to craft and thrive. Within about 800 years, they were a full on civilization. Building cities, developing science, creating books and art. It was really something special to see... but..." Her voice trailed off.

"But then the world started to die."

She nodded. "Yeah. Started in the ocean. Fish started to wash up, diseased and rotten. Then the land and air started to cause issues. Crops wouldn't grow, diseases started to show up everywhere. Plagues wiping out cities. I had seen it before. I knew what was happening. And I didn't want these people, MY people... to suffer that. So I chose to become their, as you put it, angel of death. They all knew me as their progenitor, and most... accepted it. Some fought back, but... well, you can imagine how well that went for them."

He grunted. "Considering how you fought against me, not well I would assume."

She nodded. "Yeah. The last living person died in that city you found me in. They were the last of a group helping me to end the suffering. I gave him as swift a death as I could. And... that is when it hit me what I had done. Again." She looked away again. "I am not sorry that I did it. I'm sorry I started it to begin with. I created a whole people, only to have to kill them all myself."

"And yet you still planned to do it again?"

"Yeah..." She took a deep breath, not minding at all that she was filling her lungs with methane. "And I will. I will end suffering with a quick death. It is kinder than letting them linger and die a slow, painful, and torturous death. Let them die with some dignity intact."

Del turned, looking up at the red dwarf star hanging high in the sky. It seemed so alive, burning so brightly. But he could see it within the corona. The star was dying. It would soon start to loose the color, fading more, expanding as it lost more of its cohesion, and eventually implode entirely. It would not take long, on a cosmic scale of things. "I understand."

She scoffed. "Really? After all that bluster about saving the universe from itself?"

He grunted. "I still seek a way, but I have seen many stars burn out. Planets full of life grow barren. Almost all of the space faring civilizations have collapsed now, retreating to homeworlds that have since died, or huddled in places they think are safe, knowing it is not. I wish to save them..." He looked down. "But if there truly is no way... perhaps a swift end is the kinder choice. But I fear that only hastens the end of everything."

Zan stood up, brushing dirt off of her bare ass. "Then let it end faster. The universe itself is suffering. Maybe we could find a way to end it. Give the universe itself a quick and peaceful death."

He couldn't help but chuckled. "And here you said you weren't the being of destruction I mistook you for."

She shrugged. "Well, who knows. According to science, everything will collapse, then expand and start anew all over again. So we're not destroying, just creating the next version a little faster." She smirked. "Kind of a balance thing."

He chuckled again. "Yes. Balance." He looked back up at the sky. "I am not ready to go to that length yet. But... maybe."

She nodded, patting his shoulder... what she assumed was a shoulder. "I'll go with you. We find somewhere suffering and can't help them survive, we give them a swift and peaceful end. We find a way to stop this, we throw everything into it. Sound good?"

He made a motion she could not interpret. "I suppose." Turning, he looked her up and down. "Though you may wish to put on clothing when we find civilization. Most tend not to be accepting of such open immodesty." At that, she laughed.

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"It's beginning." Del spoke quietly. The two were still staring up at the brown dwarf above their little planetoid. They never found a way to stop the end of everything. And now, the last star in the universe was about to die.

Zan nodded. "Yeah." She saw it, the way the light had stopped. The star was collapsing entirely. But there was not enough there to become even a black hole. It would simple sputter out to nothing. "And to think. It used to be such a beautiful red giant."

He nodded. "Yes. But this is how things are." Finally coming the conclusion that there was no stopping the end, they had traveled to the very center of the universe. The last point that would die. The star here had once been among many, a brilliant red giant burning brightly among its piers. Now it was a gasping brown dwarf. Del had taken a sliver of it to create this planetoid that would be their last home. It was here they had stayed for the last two millenia, waiting for the end. And now it was here.

She reached out, resting her hand against him. "We had a hell of a ride, though."

He made an amused snort. "Yes. That we did." Turning to her, he gave the impression of a smile, though there was no expression within the swirling mass of energy that was his being. "Until the next world, Orazand Uchian."

She turned to him, giving a smile in return. "Until the next world, Gordelethis."

The two immortal beings watched and waited. The light of the star eventually completely faded away, the last light in the universe dying. And with it, the universe collapsed inwards upon itself. How long it took, neither could say. Time no longer had meaning. But when it happened, they were together, accepting their deaths.

And yet, death was not what happened to them. Their very beings were crushed within the singular point of everything, merging into one. Into everything at once. It lasted but a moment. A moment without time. And then they split from each other once more. And with their split, the atom split with them, and the universe exploded back into being. Not the same, but a new one. The force of this newest big bang sent the very stuff of stars hurtling at near lightspeed outwards. With them, pieces of what had been Orazand Uchian and Gordelethis.

But through either a quirk of fate, or destiny, or design, a piece of their consciousness remained, now a part of every atom of this new universe. The formless being found himself alive, with little idea of the concept. But he had a purpose. This universe needed to be protected. To be formed and shaped. He would become its creator, speaking form into the formless. With a fraction of himself left, he knew only his name. He was the god of creation: Deleth. But he could not do it alone. From him, he would birth other gods to protect this new universe, an entire court to oversee and maintain every aspect.

But he was not as alone as he had thought. With creation comes destruction. Death must follow with life, but life often follows death. The birth of this new reality a testament to that idea. The other piece remained, knowing her role. She would be the bringer of balance, to keep this universe from expanding too fast, lest it burn itself out and hasten to a quick end. She would be the being of death itself, but also of birth. To destroy, one has merely altered a shape, created new. Death removes to make room for life. And from death, new life could spring. And so she was born anew to her new role. The god of death, and of fertility.

The god of balance.

Zanduchi.

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