Generally speaking, Death wasn't really a part of destiny's life. That is, until she got here. These past few days (well, millions of years technically but that's besides the point) seemed to go by so fast, filled with murder and death and destruction. The evils of mankind had showed themselves to her. She partook in some of it herself, but since then she's denounced that side of her. She felt the evils of humanity inside her still, though. Of course she did. She practically persists off of evil. Something along the way forced that to happen. She didn't enjoy it, but C'est la vie. She thought that after Aranil died, thugs would become a lot simpler but..
The passing of Boris, though she knew it wasn't permanent by any means, shook her to the core. To think that Boris was actually doing this, and to think that she couldn't actually stop it. Her constant handholding and checking in on her friend were pointless. Of course it was pointless. He was so adamant about it that it was only a matter of time before Boris took off and did something stupid. Destiny couldn't help but wonder if she could stop it, though. Was it her fault he did that? Could she have prevented it?
The thoughts made her ever expansive mind depressed and go into darker thoughts. Disappointment towards herself built up inside of her. She stared at the sunglasses, one of the only things she had to remember of his physical form, and sighed. She put them on and shook her head. Wearing sunglasses in space was a terrible idea, but...wasn't like she could go many other places. Many people had just ousted her out as the bad guy. They wanted her to be evil. They wanted her to keep her ways of wickedness. That was it, right? They wanted a common enemy. Something to point at and gang up on. Something to make a whole, public enemy. A universal threat. Hell, multiversal threat. Hyperversal threat if they dared to take it that far.
Whats stopping her from snapping?
she closed her eyes and brought her hands to her face, getting into a laying position. A lone body in deep space. Nothing for millions of miles around. She couldn't think about that. She shouldn't think about that. If she were to go off the deep end while multiverses would disappear. This isn't her goal now. Killing everything...no one would want that. Boris wouldn't...Koth wouldn't...Aranil...
That name kept becoming scarred in her mind. Aranil, Aranil, Aranil. She didn't care about him, so why did she? She didn't want to think about that man ever again. He's caused her so much pain, how could she think back on him? About what he'd want?
"it's official, I'm losing it," she muttered as she stared up into the abyss. "I want things to go back to the way they were. I want the earth to be fixed. When we all first met each other. I want that back. Petty rivalries. Nothing terrible had happened. We were all left on our own. Now we worry about universes. A simple planet-" she held out her hand, and a planet formed out of nothingness. She removed the concept of nothing to an idea, and it existed. "-so small in scale. How can anyone care about these...ants?" She closed her hand into a fist, and the planet blew up. There wasn't anyone on it, of course. She wasn't cruel, but she could have put people on it. Create life...artificial life...how odd.
"I feel this isn't all going to spiral out of control. The unknown reaches of them multiverse, they'll reach for us at some point. They'll come into our lives and snuff us out. All of us. I don't know if even makai would be safe...ah, look at me. I'm just rambling now..."
Slowly, she turned over onto her side and closed her eyes. "I'll take a nap. I haven't slept in eons. Just one little rest...sounds like heaven.."