Methuselah
Methuselah listened to the woman's words and nodded curtly. Yes, he remembered that, though the details were a bit hazy to him, the look he gave her was of complete detachment.
"I see." He said softly, no other words were necessary. He looked around, then back to his body and his clothes. So he had been brought to the hospital and healed, fortunate he supposed. He touched his face and smiled, yes, most fortunate.
The dark god couldn't help but burst into laughter, as if the cruelest, funniest prank just befell him. He raised his arms and laughed seemingly like a maniac, as if he had somehow won some grand battle and was intoxicated by it.
"Yes, now I can finally be free! Hahahahahahah!"
Suddenly, he stopped. It was jarring, how he flipped from laughing maniacally to dead serious in an instant. Was it the madness all too known as divine power, or something more? Something much more insidious? But most terrifying was not the sudden shift, but the way he was looking at the girl in this very moment.
Have you ever wondered what monsters lie behind your closet? Or what horrors dwell beneath your bed? Foolish, truly humanely foolish. There are beasts in this world far more terrifying, natural rules far more perverse, sickening, mundane than all these fantastical stories of make believe. Have you ever wondered where does the scratching behind the wall comes from? Or what lurks behind your eyeballs? The truth is, all fear in the world is rooted in a single, fundamental aspect.
Darkness, the unknown.
And that, the very hollow void that grasped at her eyes, commanded attention, was what was truly terrifying. She might want to run, she might want to scream, she might even beg or deny it, but the truth was her fate was sealed the moment she had met him. All that was left for her was nothingness, absolute darkness.
"No one can stop me. People, countries, mountains, worlds, even the stars... all shall be devoured by darkness, devoured by I, Methuselah. How wonderful, Rafalia. You have helped a lot, now I can finally have the world turn back to how it should've been. I can finally destroy everything. Thank you, my dearest Rafalia. And goodbye! "
A hand moved towards her, slowly. At that moment, one would certainly feel a sense of primal fear. It wasn't the threat of being killed, hurt or humiliated, but the notion that one would simply.... become nothing. It was the sort of fear that froze your very bones, rendered you silent, rendered you still.
And then he booped her nose.
"Just kidding."
