Chapter 1

Far off near the edge of the Universe, a small planet sat without a star.

The small world was smaller the the moon of The Earth, covered in black rock and soil with jagged and sharp mountains all over the landscape.

There was rubble of varying sizes that covered the entire world. Pieces of rock, metal, black dirt, and whatever other material that could be found.

The planet was not spinning or rotating at all, only floating aimlessly.

As the planet floated, it began to move towards a blinding red star that was surrounded by a massive cloud of dust. The star sat still, almost as if it were staring at the planet as it moved closer and closer.

There was a single building still standing on the planet.

A massive cathedral that was the same size as the jagged mountains. The cathedral was made entirely of black metal with towers of twisted tungsten and spirals of stainless steel. The doors were closed shut while the tallest tower at the center of the cathedral, reaching high into the limits of the nonexistent atmosphere and bearing a symbol that looked like a snowflake with sharp and jagged points and small barbs along each arm.

There were windows made of black stained glass, but they glowed with the violent red of the star, filling the room with a horrifying red hue that covered everything.

Inside the cathedral, the black pews were full of people crouched down in large black robes that obscured their entire bodies.

One figure was standing in front of all of them, raising their arms as they read from a large black book, the cover made of rock with aged paper covered in faded and old symbols. Their robe had a large white snowflake on the chest, with each arm ending in sharp points.

“The time has come as prophesied. We have reached the end times, and The Red has found us!” The figure on the podium shouted loudly, as if a priest who had been driven mad.

All of the figures slowly stood up and removed their hoods, revealing smooth blue heads that were shaped like eggs, their heads larger at the jaws and connection of their neck before moving up into small rounded points. Their skin was a painfully bright blue color, their eyes pure white with little emotion visible. The red hue clashed with their skin and eyes, creating a ugly mix of bright, innocent blue and painfully violent red. There was no hair visible, but a few people had white paint on their faces in different designs while others had none.

The priest on the stage reached into his own robe, pulling out a large sword. It had a black hilt and a black silver blade that had a very slight and barely noticeable curve. Their other hand went and grabbed a dagger from their robe.

“We will be destroyed if we do not act now! The Gods have told us this is the way into the Afterlife! Let us see each other again!” The priest shouted as they stared through the black stained windows at the red star, staring back and piercing into his soul.

The priest’s white eyes were slowly beginning to turn black and dilate as he screamed, taking the dagger and slashing his throat.

Black blood quickly began to pour out, running down his body and soaking through the robes.

Before he fully died, he gripped the larger sword as tightly as he could.

He plunged the sword straight in the center of his torso, gasping as the blade pierced through his body and stuck through the other end, covered in black blood that dripped down onto the ground.

His body dropped to the floor dead as all of the other figures pulled out their own, identical swords and daggers.

They all did the exact same steps, slicing their throats before stabbing themselves in the torso before they dropped dead to the ground.

All of the dead bodies began to pour black blood that covered the black floor of the black cathedral.

The red light of the star reflecting off and filling the room with a hellish appearance of black and red death and darkness.

A single figure slowly made their way out from underneath one of the pews, crawling out in the ocean of black blood that was growing larger and larger.

The figure removed their hood to reveal a young boyish face, much smoother and rounder than the other figures who were larger and appeared older.

The figure looked around, their blank white eyes showing fear and sadness as they saw all of the dead bodies.

Not only their species, but their loved ones.

The figure slowly walked out of the pews, standing in the middle of the cathedral in an ocean of black blood being bathed in red light.

He looked around all of the death and destruction, turning to look up at the far wall behind the priest.

A large pointed snowflake symbol, the only thing in the cathedral that was white besides the face paint on the figures, shining with the hellish red of the star’s light. The figure looked down at their hands, covered in black blood that obscured white lines running from their hands up their arms.

The figure slowly turned around as they could hear loud, violent rumbling.

The planet was shaking violently as if it were being ripped apart.

The cathedral began to shake before the roof and walls suddenly ripped apart in pieces, racing towards the red star.

The figure was staring directly into the blinding light of The Red, being bathed fully in the red light.

The figure stared, unmoving as their eyes were beginning to turn black.

A piece of broken pew came flying and smashed into him from behind.

He fell forward and sent black blood flying into the air with a splash, some getting into his eye as he shut it and covered it with his hand.

He looked back up at The Red, one of his eyes quickly dilating and changing from white to black as he stared.

He looked forward to see the planet being ripped apart, the crust bending and breaking while the cold mantle underneath was forcefully being pulled towards it.

The figure kept watching as the planet’s core was glowing with black light, being ripped apart by the force of The Red.

The core was being ripped as the figure began to look down, the ground beneath them being ripped and stretched.

They looked down at the core of black rock and light shifting and morphing, but then the core suddenly collapsed in on itself, the gravitational force turning the piece of pure darkness into a piece of blinding white light within a single second.

The core suddenly burst and exploded with the force of a supernova, sending the remaining pieces of the world shooting away.

The figure went to scream, but was suddenly thrown backwards at a speed that was getting close to the speed of light.

The figure watched as everything was racing by so quickly it felt as if their brain was going to melt.

Their eye rolled back and they quickly fell unconscious, racing through the depths of The Universe in a single direction.

Their robes being torn away, yet the heat began to cause the material to fuse to their skin as they raced forward, covering their torso in uneven and sloppy patterns of black which collided with the intricate, uniform, and symmetrical white lines that covered their body front heir feet to their neck and shoulders, running down their arms to their hands.

The figure continued to fly forward, disappearing into the endless darkness, passing by planets and stars without control.

The Red consumed whatever was left of the planet, the rock and rubble disappearing into the cloud of dust and joining it, disintegrating as the cloud of dust grew even larger.

The red star suddenly turned, as if it were an eye that could see.

It turned to the direction of the figure flying off and stared intensely, as if it were waiting to see where they landed.

The Red sat alone in the dark edges of The Universe, waiting for its next prey.

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