Nothing And Nowhere, Everything and Everywhere, Monday

[endsthegame]

The Nothing gnawed and gnawed and gnawed like a dog on a chicken bone. It bit and it tore and it vanished worlds clean away with nothing but a thunderclap and a sea of clouds. It got in between the worlds, it snuck in the little creases and the little folds, and it ate.

All it could.

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[bitchy_smurf]

One knee on the ground, and Illyria, destroyer of worlds, God-King of the Primordium, knelt to no human, yet here she was, on the floor of a mansion belonging to some decrepit latter-day upstart of a demonling, looking down at Wesley.

"Would you like me to lie to you now?"

She should not care that it took him too many seconds to find the breath to answer yes, or be counting the beats to determine how long she should squeeze the throat of the thing that had killed him, before she smashed in its head.

He wasn't dead yet. Linear time was still hard to grasp sometimes, but she knew that much, so she let the change begin to ripple over her face, let her voice go soft and warm. Let--- the marble floor rumble beneath her knees? The building shake? The demon Cyvus Vail fade over her shoulder from inconsequence to nothing?"What--" took three more seconds for Wesley to croak out, seconds that a being who had once stalked through the walls between universes as if they were layers of fog didn't need, to understand the meaning of the darkness