In this ruined city, this ruined world, she reigns.
It has become her dominion, her kingdom, and in the night as she watches the last fires flicker out, she discovers that she no longer wants it.
Few survive now, in the smoldering tortured remains of the city, and she hears them, even from here on the rooftops, the cries of pain, of anguish, of utter hopelessness. She wonders idly, just for a moment, what it would be like to feel such things, but decides in the end that it wouldn�t matter. There is nothing left in this cold world that she could even begin to care for.
There had been a time when she had almost wanted that comfort, that feeling of being connected to those around her. But that time had been brief, and had died somewhere in the wreckage of this devastated city, along with so many that she might have cared for, had she been able.
She had watched them die, one by one, and felt nothing, only the subtle shifting of reality as their bodies and selves were irreversibly torn apart. In killing those that had been the death of them, she found no release, no completion of revenge, only a subtle satisfaction at the power she still wielded in her unfeeling hands.
Now she is once again a god in her own right, ruler of all she surveys, and yet she finds no pleasure in it.
She finds herself longing for the oblivion she once knew, and when she sleeps she dreams of release from this prison of demolished buildings and shattered lives.
The sun no longer rises, and she has adjusted to the darkness. She does not remember when it stopped, and doesn�t know how, and doesn�t care. She sees by the flickering light of bonfires, and the brief flashes of lightning that sometimes split the sky, dazzling the insignificant survivors below. With each clap of thunder, they fear the apocalypse, and she often considers telling them that it has come and gone already, and all they need to fear now is the slow decay of time in the aftermath.
She never does, though, because she doesn�t speak anymore. There is no longer any meaning or purpose to words.
She wonders sometimes what it would take to kill a god, to end this existence.
But in the end, it doesn�t seem worth the effort.