[ WP ] `` Those eyes of yours could swallow stars , galaxies and universes . What hope did I ever have ? ''

Hell stared at nothing, chuckling to himself with a grin that would halt death itself. `` Indeed,'' he muttered. `` What hope *did* you ever have?'' He tapped on the armrest of his chair, shaking his head. Halt death? He *owned* death. 
 
 `` Great Master, I—'' 
 
 Hell absently held up a finger, silencing the shaking man standing before him. The fool would never learn. `` You hypocrites are all the same. Speaking of your hopelessness before me and yet, you still stand here. Perhaps I should—'' 
 
 The man fell to his knees and bowed, hands forward and nose nearly touching the floor. `` Please, Great Master, I beg you, have mercy!'' 
 
 Hell nodded absently and spun around in his chair. `` Of course... I am not without mercy. You may go. Lord Abyss will send you somewhere useful.'' 
 
 The man groveled for a moment more, then slowly moved back to the doorway, head still bowed. The poor fool did n't see the trap door opening as he walked into it. Hell gazed out of his ship's window, fixed on the planet below. The man's corpse floated into view as it drifted towards it, gaping in shock. Hell chuckled again as he twirled his fingers, making the corpse spin as it was torn apart by the atmosphere. 
 
 Death was his, and soon this universe would be, too.
