Garmagello was a terrifying-looking being with sharp, pointy-edged horns poking through his forehead.
His face had no signs of humanity, only limitless evil. His eyes were dark, his skin pale, and his teeth crooked.
His somewhat muscular, broad-chested body was covered in red robes that looked like they were made from blood-covered blankets.
His nails were sharper than any blade, his fists harder than any metal, and his body durable enough to survive the world's obliteration.
The throne he sat on was made from bones of different creatures and living beings. The cushion was made from an animal whose body was made from soft clouds, and the armrests were made from another demon's arms.
Garmagello moved his finger across his lips and wiped the blood. The fingertip was now stained in dark blood that soon dried up after touching his scorching body that was as hot as hell's fire.
Creak!
Slam!
The throne room's granite doors opened with a loud slam, and a ghostly-looking man with tattered rags draped over his skinny body came running.
He stopped meters away from the throne and bent his knee, "Lord Garmagello. The last bits of rebellion were seen heading toward Valley of Red Ink!"
"Kahahahaha… I see." Garmagello stood up from his throne and stepped down the stairs, "Those insects survived…"
"Should we capture them?" The ghostly-looking man asked.
"No, we have enough slaves." Garmagello then stretched his hand forward, grabbed the air like an over-inhaled balloon, and then it looked like he ripped the reality in half as a massive ripped-open hole appeared in front of him.
His subordinate, the ghostly-looking man, looked amazed with the shimmer of worship oozing out from his eyeless sockets.
The hole in the air showed a valley with rocky terrain and lava rivers running down from the mountains, looking like massive red veins. There were also disgusting-looking four-limbed animals that looked like they crawled out from some badly-drawn fairy tale.
Garmagello stepped inside the hole and appeared above the Valley of Red Ink. In the distance, he saw several exhausted blue-skinned figures.
There were men and women with several children. Their bodies were covered by rags that looked like ripped-open sandbags!
Swoosh!
Then, the horned figure crossed the air and crashed to the rocky ground.
CRASH!
The ground exploded, sending dozens of destroyed debris flying around and dusty cloud.
The blue-skinned figures halted as the dusty cloud blocked their path. Then, their worst nightmares came true as they saw a horned figure slowly climbing out of the pit.
The horns were a source of their endless nightmares, and they knew exactly who they belonged.
"Kahahaha… Where do you think you are going?" Garmagello stepped out of the dust cloud, and his face stretched in a nightmarish way as his grin looked wider than should be possible.
The blue-skinned figures paled in fright, and they instantly understood that death was in front of them. When they looked at their children, only endless regrets and despair were left.
Their civilization was destroyed. The strongest warriors were killed by this horned figure, and only weak-willed people were left.
It wasn't far-fetched to say they were the only ones left of the blue-skinned tribe. They looked relatively similar to humans, except the skin color was vastly different.
The man leading them was Tribe Leader of the previously prestigious Kanxan Clan. Now, he was only a beaten-up old man.
He slowly knelt down with his forehead slowly leaning closer to the ground, "Please… Lord Garmagello, please let us go!"
The rest of the blue-skinned folks followed after. Even the children kowtowed with tearful faces.
The female blue-skinned folks prayed to whoever would be listening, but they knew that Gods had abandoned them.
"So, you want freedom?" Garmagello asked and saw everyone nodding.
"Sure… Freedom is yours." His words caused everyone to have a spark of hope lighting up inside them. However, that hope was soon quenched.
Garmagello took one quick step forward and appeared behind the blue-skinned figures. At first, they didn't realize what had happened, but one of them fell down to the ground with their head missing.
Garmagello turned around— on top of his palm, the Tribe Leader's head was lying. The eyes were still wide-open like he was still alive, but the eyes were dark as soon as the light dimmed down.
"N-No!" A shocked scream came from the blue-skinned folks. The wife of the Tribe Leader burst into tears, and the children couldn't hold it in, and a golden puddle began forming around them.
"Hahaha… Freedom!" Garmagello threw the head away and pointed toward the dark sky, "Freedom is… Death!"
Somewhere in outer space.
The moon that circled around the world soon began moving toward Garmagello like he was the center of gravity!
The moon's rocky surface continued cracking until the spider-web-like cracks enveloped the whole moon.
The large, City-sized boulders were yanked away from the moon, and they flew straight toward the world and destroyed a huge portion of the world.
One City-sized boulder destroyed a thousand-kilometer-wide area, which was the only result of one boulder.
Soon, the sky was covered by hundreds of similar-sized boulders!
Boom!
Crash!
KABOOM!
The world was getting destroyed bit by bit. The ground cracked, and showers of lava-filled up the atmosphere.
The endless waves of lava gushed out from the cracks, and soon half of the world was covered in lava sea!
Back in the Valley of Red Ink.
The blue-skinned figures had given up. They only looked at the sky where hundreds of enormous boulders fell down while shrouded in a fire.
Behind the boulders was the enormous moon that was half as big as the world itself!
Once the moon touched the world's surface, it would be goodbye.
Garmagello slowly lowered his arm and laughed, "This is freedom!"
"You welcome!"
"I-…" A child, only around 10 years of age, slowly stood up with tears gushing out, "I-I hate you!"
Garmagello's eyes turned blood red, "Good… Hate me, despise me, and loathe me!"
"THAT GIVES ME STRENGTH!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The hundreds of thousands of City-sized boulders struck the world, and finally, the moon reached the atmosphere, and the whole surface instantly was burnt into crisps.
Everyone still alive, hiding in their hideouts, died without knowing what hit them.
After the moon grazed the surface of the world…
Both the moon and the world exploded.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
