Wasted Future

[04.19.00] » by Nightsong

The wastes of 2300...

Darkness and ruins abound

All around has been destroyed

Nothing will grow

Except the dreaded mutants

The human race is next to gone

There are but a handful on the planet

And even those are destroyed

Destroyed one after the other

Thanks to the cold-hearted robots.

Lavos has left this dead planet

Has left it an empty husk

Left his children behind to pull what little they can

But trust me, it isn't much

In this cursed world

All are dying

Abandoned by their God

Or so they would think.

Perhaps it is so

For after all, these peoples befriended Lavos

Lavos, the great destroyer

Dark lord of fire

And those who deal with him are eternally cursed.

Thrice did this dark one change history

Even as he landed, he destroyed a race

Even as he landed, he snuffed out the sun

A sun which stayed out for millions of years

A thousand thousand lifetimes

All left in the bitter cold.

Then, he ripped apart Zeal

The floating continent

Because they sought to worship him

But Lavos did not think the humans

These so called "Enlightened"

Worthy of him.

Not of his dark evil

Not of his insane majesty.

And so he destroyed them.

Thousands of his followers wiped out

All he left was an evil omen,

Floating in the sky.

An omen of a dark future

A future soon to come.

Surely enough, in 14000 years

Merely a twinkling of an eye for the dark one

He once again ripped apart the world with his purging flame

But this time, nothing grew back.

This time, there weren't thousands of survivors

This time, only a handful made it through the darkness.

And many died in the cold dawn that came after.

These humans had worshipped a devil

And had finally received their reward.