Hitler Invades FoE

Epilogue

    But a tall, lithe man had been watching from the shadows, watching it go up in flames as chaos and destruction spread just as quickly as the ferocious flames that were engulfing his creation in a pool of depravity and savage violence.

He wore a dark suit, with a red tie, the blackness of the clothing absorbing the very light around him. He looked at the ground sadly, knowing it was time. Knowing that he had failed them, and himself yet again.

    He turned away from the horde of zombies somberly, before inhaling deeply, and looking up at the sky, a determined look overtaking his face. Suddenly, his pale skin shifted and darkened, until it was as black as the night sky. His suit burst to life, as galaxies and stars swirled around in the black void of his clothing, even while the very same, new and young galaxies overtook his universe colored skin.

    He closed his eyes, and trembled slightly, before the world went silent. A single tear rolled down his cheek, as the world around him faded to white, the echoes of pained groans and fevered feasting dying off. The world disappeared and subsided, the entire universe fading from existence not with a bang, but with a whimper.

The man brought his hands together forcefully, as an infinitely incomprehensible explosion shook the white, colorless void he was now floating in, as the stars and galaxies streamed out of his figure, expanding outwards at incredible speeds. Stars raced past him and entire solar systems exploded into existence in less than a second. Within a few moments, the man was drained of all color, his suit and skin having turned completely stark white, the unnatural color contrasting sharply against the blackness of the void he was now floating in as new galaxies and stars violently began.

He sighed, and closed his eyes, a smile spreading across his face, even as his entire being drifted away into nothingness, his body dispersing into granules of fine dust, and being carried away into the the universe on the first solar winds.

But he could still think and feel, his mind never drifting into the sands of eternity like that of his physical form. He was hopeful for the future of the fledgling universe, excited at the prospect that this time things would turn out differently, that things wouldn’t spiral out of control like they had in the past universe. He smiled in his mind, hoping that his seventh try at creating a universe would succeed where his past creations had failed.

Only time would tell.

AND THAT’S HOW EQUESTRIA WAS, AND HAS BEEN MADE SEVEN TIMES OVER.