Writing Challenge 11 - Story about space

The End

Death watched as the vast universe finally collapsed on itself. The universe that had contained all these vibrant life forms, unique cultures and great history accumulated throughout billion years of time. 

But every beginning has an end.

It was the Yass’rl that first felt something changing, something wrong and dangerous happening to their worlds and galaxies. The second were the Travelers of Sol, wanderers known as humans, that noticed how their so-called quantum laws were broken, their data predictions becoming less and less true. The realization dawned on everyone when the first fold happened in the universe, and galaxy M83 disappeared. 

It was inevitable, but they still struggled. Death observed from afar as all races united together to find a solution to stop the collapse of the universe. They tried many things but nothing worked. It was amusing, how these small insignificant beings fought until their last seconds, as space folded one last time and everything finally disappeared. 

No, not yet, thought Death, and the harbinger turned around. He reached out with his scythe and swung it in a swift motion. A hiss followed by an echoing scream of pain. Death struck out with his hand and grabbed hold of something incorporeal.  

"Even you must die," said Death with a cold and chilling voice. The echoing scream turned to whimpers, it pleaded for its life but Death swung the scythe once again and there was silence. 

"You too," said Death and raised the scythe once again. But this time a booming voice erupted in retort. 

“No, this wasn’t how it was planned. Good was the only one that would die. Not me. You promised me that it was only Good that would die!”

"I lied," responded Death and swung down for another kill. The booming voice was screaming something incoherent and got cut down mid-speech. 

Now it was void. Only nothingness and a single entity known as Death left. The entity dropped his scythe and the weapon dispersed into million fragments of light, quickly losing their glow and disappeared. Death searched in one of his pockets and pulled out a key of silver and stared at it for a long time. He knew what was going to happen next. But he had a choice. If he ever wanted to, he could stop here. Forever. He could be the last single remnant of this universe. He was Death after all, and he decided everyone’s end.

A single hesitation, but then Death continued with the process. He removed his cowl and revealed a white humanoid skull behind the clothes. He had many shapes and forms but the anthropomorphic personification was one of his most often used, since the humans thought of him the most out of all the sentient beings in the universe. 

On his right temple was a keyhole. Death inserted the silver key and turned.

A soft click was heard throughout the void and Death was slowly surrounded by a shimmering light.

Every beginning has an end.

The light enveloped Death, and the entity shone brighter than anything that has ever been. His dark robe glistened in multitudes of colors, a spectrum that joined together in pure white light. Small cracks started to appear on on Death’s skull, growing bigger for each moment. The Harbinger breathed out one last time.

And every end has a new beginning.

In the empty space, there was a big bang.