• Rachel Racette

Would Anyone Notice the Stars Screaming

Deep within the void of the universe, a Goddess settles back against nearby barren planets and a massive asteroid belt to watch a war unfold several galaxies away. She wonders how long this one will take. A year? A month? An hour? Five minutes? She chuckles, raising her chaos-spun goblet to sip the swirling cosmos of dying planets and stars she's decided to swallow this age. Her nails -- claws really -- clink against the glass, the noise reverberating through the void. She watches with a hum of vague amusement as asteroids and shooting stars are obliterated into dust by the soundwaves. As the nearby systems shift, planet surfaces rolling under the devastation. But she is not paying attention to the needless, easily preventable, destruction. No. Her attention is on one particular point of space, lightyears from her physical position, yet still well within her reach. Fleets of ships clash in a deadly dance above a planet of ice and jagged towering mountains. Millions of eyes are set upon this world, upon this 'grand war' for the fate of a planet that will be forgotten in less than a millennia. But no gaze is felt more clearly than hers. Not that the two waring species are even aware of whose eyes are set upon them so intently. She is so above them, so beyond their limited sight, that they strain to even comprehend her existence. The weakest of them insist she does not exist. Swear over and over that their meager works of science will yield all the answers of the universe if given the chance. "There is no such thing as Gods." They hiss, even as they sweat nervously. "No high governing power pulls the strings." They shout. And yet, they dart their gaze skyward, hoping and dreading that one day they will see her. This force their science cannot explain, this species they cannot hope to contain or categorize without religious words. All the while she hovers over their heads, so far away and yet too close for comfort. She finds those disbelievers the most amusing. Mortals praying that if they repeat something long enough, insist it true and write it down as so, that it will become truth. She enjoys watching those souls fade the most. For they all return to her in the end, and they tremble so deliciously in her palm. As Goddess of the Universe, the Maker and Unmaker of the Cosmos -- there is very little outside her control. The stars and planets yield to her guiding hand, and all those mortals, even if they live for centuries, will one day collapse just like every star and planet. Their skin and bones returning to the flesh of their worlds, to become again one day the stardust she manipulates. But back to the current events holding her attention. The armies seem to have come to a stalemate. Their death counts have long past the thousands, yet they continue to fight, to reject peace. The Goddess huffs, bubbles of oxygen and hydrogen rising from her lips, floating off into the cosmos. She picks up an asteroid from the nearby belt and crunches it between her sparkling teeth. And she waits. She waits for those straining last handfuls of mortals to make their last moves. And for an immortal being such as herself, the wait is not long. Five more years, and the final act comes. Her attention, vast as the void she dwells within, split between her vigilant watch of the entire universe. There are plenty of little moments to watch as she waits out the boring bits. There are always other battles going on. Other planet-shattering events that could be just as, if not more, interesting to watch, but her main focus remains on this one space battlefield. On the decaying planet of ice and mountains. She watches, crunching more asteroids, as the members of that planet of ice make their last stand. She leans forward, blackhole eyes widening, as the last General stands alone within the bow of a scorched battleship. As he approaches the enemy, a message of surrender blaring, she reaches out with one clawed hand, and with a wave of her fingers, commands the universe to sing. Under the comforting weight of the hymns of the cosmos, terrible and beautiful songs only she can hear, the Goddess grins. The declaration of surrender is a lie. The Goddess can feel the swirling chemicals and shuddering elements of hundreds of bombs filling the General's ship. The chance for peace was lost long ago, and all that is left, is suicidal genocide. The Goddess shifts more of her attention towards this lone ship, licking her star-dusted lips, and deep within her body, her eternal cosmic soul cheers for the whispered promise of destruction. And oh, what glorious destruction does this mortal General deliver. Fiery waves of green, red, and bright blue burst out from within the General's ship, washing over and leveling all that it comes in contact with. The monumental explosion takes out all the remaining enemy ships and then it collides and takes out a chunk of that planet of ice and mountains. And all the life that had remained on the planet, perishes. Metal shards fly through the void, super-heated specks of what had once been massive ships. And the Goddess cries out in joy. She swoons as the waves of destruction rush unimpeded through space. Unleashing serious harm upon the rest of that planets system. Their sun, that essential star, ripples with heat and the atomic remains of those powerful and unstable chemicals. It shudders, and she sees, with her impossible vision, that the star will go out and wipe out the remaining system within a month. And this Goddess serves as the only witness to the inescapable horror. She sees the future chaos of destruction and rebirth as if it were written down. And she loves it. She screams and cackles, the trembling swirling cosmos within her glass nearly slipping from her glass. She downs the rest of that dying system and then shatters the glass, sending its broken components back into the void. As the fading embers of the explosion finally sputter out, she shifts her attention. The show is over, at least for that pocket of space. Oh well. The Goddess grins. The universe is such a big place, after all. There will always be new entertainments, and all this Goddess need do, is open her eyes and reach out.

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