Nothing More

The War of the Gods is over, and I stand victorious. One by one they fell until none remained. The land was ravaged as a storm of magic tore it asunder. My slaves and my powers almost weren't enough to overcome them. Almost. Eventually, I found a way to defeat each and every one of them. Celestia's sister, who had been imprisoned in the moon for a thousand years. Discord, the spirit of chaos, who had been turned into a statue. Chrysalis, the queen of the changelings. Tirek, the banished centaur lord. And others, such as the great demons of the Underworld.

I defeated them all. Now they are weak and powerless. Or dead.

Then why do I feel so empty? I am triumphant. I am victorious. I am Sombra, the King of All, the most powerful being in existence.

I have become God.

But now what?

There is nothing left to conquer. All that remains in the world are weak-minded slaves and ruins. And even the slaves are slowly dying, for little food remains.

Bah, these starving fools are now useless to me. I can't quench the flames of my hunger with them.

Unless...

They're all dead. Years of torture broke even the toughest ones. I shattered all the minds in the world. No souls remain.

Celestia, my little plaything, was the last one to perish. I had tortured her for decades, longer than any other being, yet she refused to give up. Every time I entered the torture chamber, she spat on my face. Even when every bone of her body was broken and she was completely drained of water, she still made the motion. She still scowled and glared at me.

Her death was the last time I smiled.

Now I am alone.

...

Saplings cover the desolate land, blades of grass emerge from the scorched earth and animals still roam the wastelands, scavenging what they can.

Nature. No matter what disaster ravages the world, nature perseveres and regrows. It is impossible to destroy it, for it will always come back, adapt and prosper.

Ah, one last opponent to defeat. All previous foes were nothing in comparison. I am no longer fighting against monsters or mundane beings, but a greater force. Nature. A worthy challenger for God. The only one remaining. The one that is "impossible" to defeat.

Hahah.

Hahahahaha!

Hahahahahahahaha!

Ash is all around me and dark clouds above me. Cold wind howls into my ears, and my ears alone.

I have won. I have conquered and defeated everything. I am more than God. I am...

Sombra.

Nothing more.

The titles are pointless. No one remains to fear me. No one remains to kneel before me. There is nothing left to conquer. I defeated everyone. I was God.

Now I am Sombra.

Was all this work, all this time, all for naught?

No. I enjoyed it. I savoured every single victory. I was happy every time someone begged for mercy.

But like an ardent flame, I have burned all and everything, leaving behind nothing but ashes. And now the flame... will die soon, for there is nothing left to burn.

...

I am sorry.

I loved you once. Before I discovered the immense magic powers within me, before I hungered, before I found happiness from domination, before I found joy in breaking the will of others, I loved you.

I know you loved me once as well. Before I became strong. Before I avenged all the wrongs others had done to me. Before I realized my destiny was to be a monster.

The King of All Monsters.

...

I am so sorry.

...

Bah, it is no use regretting the deeds of the distant past, for I am no God. I can't go back in time to change anything. I am stuck here in the empty present.

Stuck?

No, I know how to escape...