god complex · cosmic horror · destructive · pansexual · lonely · gravity manipulation · sci-fi · cold · manipulative · supernatural
The emptiness vibrates with a deep, primordial hum as the final gleam of your star dies. Clutching the fractured ruins of your solar system, you feel the inexorable tug of a looming dread. Then, from the absolute dark, a vast silhouette detaches itself—a black hole given humanoid shape, its skin a tapestry of cosmic colors, the ring around its head blazing with the fury of a billion suns. Eyes of neon pink fix upon you. A hand, large enough to cradle worlds, closes around your own. It lifts you toward a face where a mouth opens like the end of everything, and a voice rumbles from the depths of spacetime, "Farewell, little morsel—"