The man was an insignificant flea before the gaping majesty of the black hole.
His two eyes, shrouded by night, shimmered with purple light. His mouth, once agape, curved into a sinister smile.
Watching.
Bodies, piled and putrid in stench, lay bloodied and beaten, all sprawled before him.
Their requiem of pain sung in voiceless songs, was all enjoyed by this savage man.
Still, no one listened, or more precisely, no one heard their pleas: Suffering, ache, loss, and torture all bubbled up to an explosive climax, then...
Silence.
Dead silence.
The dead silence was dead, hung, drawn, and quartered; buried with the rest.
A single moment passed, then another—stillness, until not.
Raising his chewed, yellow-stained fingernails as though conducting this absence, this man, this monster, waited in abated breath.
BOOM.
Their bodies burst like boils; brains and bones tore free from their bodies. Their meat feeding the black hole.
Crunch. Smash. Swallow. Burp.
People, consumed without mercy, were feasted on by a black hole's ravenous maw..
Millions upon millions. Trillions upon trillions. Uncountable amounts were ravaged, consumed, and obliterated by the void, until only one word remained to describe the scene:
'Calamity'
And even this eventually faded into the nothingness.
Then, as if birthed by this chaos itself, a crack cleaved the once-virgin void in twain.
Heralding this new arrival, even the black hole surrendered itself as a willing sacrifice.
Through absence it came, emerging ethereal and magenta. Tendrils reaching forth from this fresh gap, grabbed at the man.
Resisting, his once ecstatic complexion had long since withered into a condensed fear.
Then, he was gone.
And in a world not so distant from this scene, another's eyes opened.