The air was thick with the stench of blood and betrayal as David, the original David, soared above the fractured remnants of this timeline's world. His son's lifeless body still lingered in his mind—a sacrifice to fuel the inferno of his vengeance. The sun blazed on the horizon, a cruel witness to his descent into darkness. Its golden rays mocked him, illuminating a planet he no longer recognized, a universe he vowed to annihilate. His voice tore through the wind, jagged and raw, as he spoke to no one but the void itself.
"To be a demon is to be merciless and cruel, a murderer and destroyer. There is no place in heaven or earth for such a thing. I've turned enemy to the world, yet they still crave my power, my timeline. So be it—I shall be the demon that devours the world, the multiverse, the timelines. I shall be the death of all things. I'll be the destroyer, unemotional, yet a kind man who slaughters his enemies, a kind man who shields what matters, a kind man who lives for himself. I'll walk forward until I reach the end, crushing everyone who dares stand against me. I will be the last David standing."
His crimson eyes burned with a fury that could melt steel as he descended, his gaze locking onto the chained figure below—this timeline's David, shackled in the basement of his parents' house like a forgotten relic. The original David landed with a thud that shook the earth, his boots grinding into the dirt as he towered over the broken man. Chains clinked pitifully as the other David struggled, his mouth gagged, his eyes wide with terror and defiance.
"You wanted a peaceful life, didn't you, David?" the original sneered, his voice dripping with venomous mockery. "I had a dream once too—a kid, a happy life with Linda in my old world. But I never got that chance. Look at you, though—so lucky. You didn't even die; you got powers, a quiet little existence. And yet, you still hungered for my power, didn't you?"
The chained David's muffled cries clawed at the air, but the original David's eyes only glowed brighter, a crimson storm brewing within them. "I've decided something," he hissed, leaning closer, his breath cold as death. "I'll kill you, but you'll stay alive for eternity. If you hadn't tried to kill me, I'd have let this timeline breathe, let it be safe. But now? It's all gone. You'll be the only one left, and everything around you will crumble. Starting with Linda. You'll watch it all, David. You'll learn the truth of what Linda was to me."
With a flick of his wrist, the original David teleported them both into the heart of this timeline's David's home. The chained David stumbled, his chains rattling as they materialized in a dimly lit room. The sight that greeted him was a dagger to his soul—his beloved Linda, sprawled across the bed, her moans echoing like a siren's call. His brother James pounded into her from behind, sweat dripping from his brow, while his father thrust himself into her mouth, his grunts guttural and animalistic. Linda's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her voice a twisted hymn of pleasure. "Yeah, fuck me harder!" she screamed, oblivious to the horror unfolding before her husband's eyes.
The chained David's knees buckled, a guttural wail escaping his gag as tears streamed down his face. The original David stood beside him, unflinching, his voice a low, sinister growl. "This was Linda, David. Watch it."
What happened next was a nightmare painted in blood and flesh. Linda's moans turned to shrieks as she sank her teeth into their father's arm, ripping away a chunk of meat. James snarled like a beast, tearing into Linda's shoulder, blood spraying across the sheets. Their father, undeterred, bit into Linda's neck, chewing through sinew as she flailed. The room became a slaughterhouse—flesh fell in wet clumps, bones crunched like brittle wood, and blood pooled on the floor, a crimson tide that swallowed their humanity. They devoured each other alive, smiling through the gore, their eyes gleaming with a perverse joy as they died in a heap of mangled limbs and shredded skin.
The chained David screamed, his voice breaking through the gag, a sound of pure agony that reverberated off the walls. His body shook, rage and sorrow warring within him as he glared at the original David, whose crimson eyes glowed like twin infernos. "See them eat like animals," the original said, his tone eerily calm. "If you hadn't tried to kill me, this wouldn't have happened."
The chained David's tears fell like rain, his chest heaving with a fury so deep it threatened to shatter his immortal frame. "I understand your pain," the original continued, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "What can we do? I'll say it again—if you hadn't tried to kill me, this wouldn't have happened. Ha ha ha!" His laughter was a blade, slicing through the air as he watched Linda, James, and their father's corpses cool in the blood-soaked room.
With a wave of his hand, the original David transformed the house into a towering black castle, its spires piercing the sky like jagged teeth. He dragged the chained David to a throne at its heart, sealing him there with chains that burned into his flesh, granting him immortality and stripping his powers. Before him, the original piled the skeletons of Linda, his mother, Daisy, James, their father, and another corpse—Jack, a name unspoken but heavy with meaning. "You need to watch them for eternity, David," he said, his voice a chilling promise.
He conjured massive screens, each flickering to life with images of this world—every corner, every soul. "As I said, you'll watch this whole destruction," the original David declared, his grin widening. "You'll stay alive to see it again and again. I'll say it one last time—if you hadn't tried to kill me, this wouldn't have happened. Ha ha ha ha!" His laughter echoed as he vanished, leaving the chained David alone, his eyes locked on the screens as the world began to burn.
High above, the original David hovered, the wind whipping through his hair as he surveyed the chaos below. "What shall we even do with this world now?" he mused aloud, his voice a sinister melody. "Let's make something different this time. I'll expose the filth to the people—let's see how they react. Ha ha ha ha, it's going to be very interesting." He glanced up at a hovering camera, its lens feeding directly to the chained David's castle. The screens flared brighter as the chained David watched, helpless, his heart a bleeding wound.
"This world's going to be chaos because of one man," the original David said, his voice booming through the feed. "All the kids, adults, babies—they're going to die because of you. And the reason? If you hadn't tried to kill me, I wouldn't have done this. Ha ha ha!" His laughter was a thunderclap, a herald of doom as he raised his hands, unleashing his power. "Let's start with the child porn in the dark web, controlled by the world's governments, shall we?"
The screens erupted with images of depravity—screams of the innocent, the corruption of the powerful laid bare for all to see. Cities crumbled, fires roared, and the air filled with the wails of a world unraveling. The chained David's sobs were drowned by the cacophony, his immortal eyes forced to witness every atrocity, every death, every shred of hope extinguished. The original David's evilness was a palpable force, a darkness that swallowed light itself, his hands stained red with the blood of timelines.
This was no mere chapter's end—it was the birth of a nightmare, a descent into a hell crafted by a man without emotion, yet drowning in rage and sorrow. The peaceful world was gone, replaced by chaos, by evilness, by a darkness that would never fade. The original David laughed again, a sound that would haunt the chained David forever—a laugh that promised more blood, more ruin, more tears.
And so, the chapter closed, not with peace, but with the promise of a world drowned in terror, a man unmade by his own vengeance, and a horror that would echo through eternity.