The man was an insignificant flea before the gaping majesty of the black hole.
His two eyes, shrouded by night, shimmered with purple light.
Watching. Smiling at the many bodies, all piled and putrid in stench, that lay before him both bloodied and beaten.
Their requiem of pain serenaded this work with voiceless songs.
Unheard.
No one listened, they couldn't hear: Their suffering, ache, loss, then torture left unanswered could only grow, then expand, ready for an explosive climax...
Silence.
Dead silence.
The dead silence was dead, hung, drawn, and quartered; buried with the rest.
A single moment passed, then another—stillness, until not.
Raising his chewed, yellow-stained fingernails in conducting this absence, this man, this monster, held his breath.
BOOM.
Their bodies burst like boils; brains, belly's, all tearing from their bones. Their meat feeding the hole.
Crunch. Smash. Swallow. Burp.
People, consumed intimately, were feasted on by the black and ravenous maw.
Millions. Then trillions. Ravaged, consumed, and when done obliterated by the void.
Only one word could ever describe the scene:
'Calamity'
But even this eventually faded into the obscurity, heralding 'its' arrival.
Birthed from chaos itself, emerging from complete abyss, its crack, cleaved the once-virgin void in twain.
Even the black hole surrendered itself as a willing sacrifice to this new and hungry god.
But seeing this wasn't enough, it reached out for its after meal snack.
A speck of man, grabbed and pulled by its ethereal fingers, wriggling in its grasp.
Then, he was gone.
And in a world not so distant from this scene, another's eyes opened.