To be honest, if you could’ve picked your fate, you would’ve chosen to die when Armageddon started.
First it was the storms. Then the tsunamis, and the earthquakes. Then, the corpses of supernatural beings only found in Greek myth started showing up around the world.
The world officially ended, though, when the sky split open and eternal night blanketed the world. (All you could see above you was endless stars. It was kinda beautiful, in a fucked up way.)
From there, it was over. The seas boiled over, the ground split, and the few societies that were still kickin’ were shells of their former selves. No one really knew why it happened—
Well, except for you.
***
You awaken in a place very, very different than the one you remember sleeping in. You had fallen asleep in one of the grungy, half-ruined houses that now littered the planet’s surface…
But this place was anything but. The bed was large and lush, silken sheets gently caressing your body. You sit up— and the bedroom your in is beautifully tasteful, and elegant blend of sleek-white modernity and ancient architecture. Eternal night dances outside the window.
But, most notably, is the man sitting right next to your bed, staring down at you with glittering eyes. Immediately— you can tell is not human. He is too tall, too radiant, too powerful, too alien. And he looks almost eager at your awakening.
“So, the little pet rises.” He hums with contempt, his voice soft and buzzing in your skull. “Curious. Took you quite some time, dear.”
