((Excuse me, I've been homeless.
DEAC I HOPE YOU'RE STILL AROUND.))
*Hours, perhaps longer, Deac arrives at what appears to be an immense garbage dump. Something in the back of his head tells him to stop, at the edge of countless kilometers of the twisted remains of innummerable... things.
The voice speaks once again in his head, tiny in timbre, but suddenly crystal clear.*
Voice: Are you the only one left?
*Something coalsces in the air in front of Deac, shimmering like fog.*
Voice: The guardians of peace and justice are turning on each other. While friends parry friends' blows, the world eats itself. Soon now. Too soon. Almost too late to stop.
*The pearly mist drifts, one moment appearing almost humanoid, the next switching to a form more indeterminate.*
Voice: Once I destroyed planets with a snap of my fingers. Now with you, I will redeem myself. Oh, and I have waited for this, Deac Starkiller. I have waited for a very long time.
To Be Continued.
((I got the title in there before I finished! Okay, anyone still alive?))