It’s an odd sensation when you feel the end of existence going on all around you. Helpless. Desperate. Inevitable. My fault.

Entirely my fault. The universe was about to implode. Explode. Evolve. Devolve. Dissolve. Hell, I didn’t know. Everything was happening too fast. I had released Resurrection from the physical prison called Lillian Lazarus and now she was devouring the universe, which I now realize isn’t that hard if you aren’t restricted by Einstein’s childish theorems concerning speed of light travel and time. Speed of light isn’t all that fast when traveling across the universe. Speed of light cubed cubed is starting to closer to the speed necessary for nearly instantaneous travel across time and space. A being with mass cannot travel like that, but a thought can. Much faster in fact. Humankind’s understand of physics is laughably simple. Time doesn’t run in a line like a train traveling down a track. Time runs in every direction from every point of existence until it folds back on itself over and over and over. I knew what Lazarus was doing because she and I were connected on so many planes of existence I could see it all for myself. I had a hard time differentiating where she began and I left off.
All life on Earth was snuffed out in an instant. The Earth itself was unmade. So were the solar system and the Milky Way Galaxy. As Lazarus spread her thought form throughout time and space, everything she touched became unmade, no longer existing except as energy. The energy itself only remained as a memory of itself. Matter was non-existent. All that remained behind were eddies of energy that swirled and danced; wisps of fog and light representing all of time and space. Breathtakingly beautiful, it was the face of God. At the same time it was absolutely horrifying. I was nearly catatonic from the horror of knowing that I was the instrument of destruction and the bringer of the End of Days. Judgment was upon us. Judgment was my name. Judgment was my reason to exist.

It was all too much. I just couldn’t take it anymore. In desperation I acted.

“STOP!!!!!!!!” I shouted. “JUST STOPPPPPP!” Everything did. Existence stopped. Time stopped. All energy stopped. But I didn’t stop. I was still self-aware. You have no idea how quiet the universe gets when you suddenly cease literally everything. I expanded my thought until I had all of Lillian Lazarus’ resurrection surrounded. With another thought I then compressed her form until she was the same size she had been when I released her from her human bondage. Just like returning my grandfather back to his earthly body, I returned Lillian to hers. Before I relaxed my grip on her, I did remove all of her powers over time and space and placed them in a grain of sand that I cast into a black hole on the far side of the universe. “Find those, bitch,” I chuckled to myself.

“Ok, resume.” The universe was back to its noisy vibrant, entropic self. Ahhhhh! Normal. It only took a thought to undo what Lillian had done.

“You did it to me again!” screamed Lillian. “Why did you do it AGAIN, Delgado? WHHHHHHYYYYYY!?” Lillian started to sob. Soul wrenching sobs that almost tugged at my heart. Almost. “God damn YOU!” she screamed. “God DAMN you!”

“I don’t think He can,” I smiled. “At least not without my permission.”

“Oh I HATE this part,” she protested. Then she gathered herself and took a seat. As human beings go, Lillian Lazarus without the power to end all existence was an attractive one. Perpetually 30 years old, her breasts were high and firm without the need or restriction of a bra. Her stomach was taut beneath her white silk blouse. The flare of her hips in her short black designer skirt told of her skill as a lover. Her long legs were toned and encased in shear black stockings with a seam running perfectly straight from her heals to her ass in the back. “Now I have to spend the next several million years searching every black hole in the universe for all of my powers again, don’t I?”

“Again?”

“Dammit Delgado! You do the same thing every time.