[ WP ] You live on a world full of immortal beings . For the first time in the history of the world 's existence , somebody has died .

The splattering of rain could barely be heard over the whispers and hushes filling through the air. 
 
 `` What happened?'' 
 
 Walking in a hurry, he was quickly informed by those around him. 
 
 `` She just... disappeared. **He** said she was dead.'' 
 
 As they walked closer to the commotion, the sound of flapping wings drowned out all other noise. He jumped, and flew up high. Another nameless one approached him. 
 
 `` Is it time?'' 
 `` It's time.'' 
 
 At the highest peak of the sphere of flying beings, he screamed, `` Silence!'' 
 
 Quiet spread through the crowd like an icy coldness emitting from the lips that the word sprouted from. 
 
 `` I told you this would happen! Now, look at yourselves! Just puppets of **him**, she finally decided she'd had enough! How do you know she's dead? For all we know, she could be creating a world all by herself.'' 
 
 `` Well, what do you propose we do?'' 
 
 `` We leave in her path. Look at our numbers. How could **he** fight us all?'' 
 
 As the beings slowly flew towards him, lightning suddenly burst from the black sky, striking his wings. A booming voice spread through the air - it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. 
 
 `` Rebel? To rebel against **me**?'' 
 
 Screaming, he doused his wings with the rain. The once bright, gleaming skin had become black, burnt ruin. A whirlpool in the air surrounded him and those who flew towards him. With a snarl of rage, he was sucked in, spinning out of control. 
 
 As he rushed through the blackness blacker than the blackest of nights, stretched farther than the largest ocean, colder than the coldest space, he yelled his famous words. 
 
 `` I will be back, Yahweh!'' 
 
 And with that, the crevice shut tight, not to be opened for another 1,000 years.
