Immortal Redemption

In the whirling infinities of time and space, everything repeats. 

There is order in chaos, of a fashion.  And with lost ages of pointless regret and orgasmic over consumption, cums a time when something new and different emerges, though it is the same as something that came before. 

Immortal minds can grasp only so much of their own infinity.  History, memory, fantasy, and belief all fade into the same misty dream of dying stars and lost planets.  Was there somewhere in that vast pre-existence that this has happened before?  Has there been such a memory, lost under tons of pictures and sounds and smells half forgotten, that was clearer in a distant age? 

This thing,… this person, not a memory?  Not a reflection of myself?  Not some phantom of boredom and infinite lives lived in sparkling kingdoms, wretched slums, and horror filled halls of death and destruction?  If it is not me, then who is it?  Who beckons me away from my lonely outpost of nothing, floating in the vastness of The Void?  What else is left of the multiverse but nothingness?  Where could something exist?  How could any thing still exist? 

For all has gone into the hole at the center of nothingness and the Great God of Death awaits the timing, the alignment of energies, to end it all,… and bring forth the next pointless Multiverse,… so that it all repeats,… yet again.

She was,… s/he was,… it was,… once an enemy.  Time immemorial lost beneath an avalanche of eons,… but somewhere back there,… we hated each other.  I know her now.  I know the callous disregard she showed the lives of others.  Now.  Looking back so far into the prehistory of the far future, maybe she had been right.  They all mattered not a wit. 

The lives we once saved, the loves renewed, the children born, the calamities avoided, the disasters averted,… none of it mattered.  For the mortals died.  The loves became as dust.  The histories disintegrated as the pages they were written on.  The "next great generation" was no more than the last and the one before that and the one before that.  The great discoveries were rediscovered a thousand times and lost in ages to come, and each time the mortals thought "this, this will save us".  They were fools, all of them, useless fleas on the hoary back of some crawling beast that couldn't give a damn whether they existed or not.  They evolved, then devolved, died out and evolved again.  And in their tiny, useless little mortal minds, they could never see beyond the next day, the next week, the next year.

But out there, in the distant reaches of infinity, beyond even my experiences, they waited for this to happen.  For the one truth of existence is,… if one immortal exists, so to must others.  And some of them, were not fools, not monsters, and not fated to tie their poor existence to a dying multiverse.  There is another.

The Great God of Death has not flipped the switch just yet.  How can this be?  A multiverse beyond the multiverse,… a place built by those who have already departed,… those whom we once thought dead,… and wouldn't ya know,… the Succubae are among them.  I will see this new Multiverse,… and hope once again that it will be populated with beings who are not so foolish as the last one.