#MonsterMash 2018 : Damien Was Correct

Damien watched the chaos grow, each day, as he waited for the humans of Earth to destroy their world, and thus themselves. All for progress and wealth. And actually, for a bunch of toys, gadgets, thing-a-ma-bobs that allowed them to be oblivious to everything.

He had to chuckle, and smile, and laugh.

The Creator, no one knew his actual name, which had become lost in time some-when, perhaps in one of the universes that existed before this one. No one knew. The Creator watched his creation destroying itself. “How many times have my children destroyed themselves now?”

“I’ve lost count, actually.” It was true, he had. A hundred trillion galaxies and star clusters scattered across space, each with more worlds than grains of sand on a beach. So many places to bring children to life. So many places to try to grow them into intelligent, strong beings. Maybe even beings who could one day become companions to the Creator, and to his other children.

Damien shook his head. “You knew this would happen with them, didn’t you?”

The creator nodded, “Of course. But, I had to try anyway.”

“Of course. Hope, right? Hope makes it worthwhile.” Damien observed the Earth for a few moments. “And they had such hope at first, didn’t they?”

“Of course. I picked a world that gave them every opportunity to learn. To grow.” He shook his head, and frowned. “I even restarted them. Multiple times.”

“The last being Noah, and a few others. They call it the Great Flood, you know.”

The Creator smiled at that. “They even wrote stories about it, in all their holy books. All their histories.” His smile showed the sadness Damien knew he felt. Damien felt that same sorrow. “And still, they destroy everything.”

Damien wished it were not so, “You even warned them of money, and power. They even worship the book you gave to them that warns them of such things.”

“Indeed. They’ve built entire religions because of that book.”

“I tried to warn you about that, you know. That they would never be able to agree on what your words said.”

The Creator drew a big X across the page of his notebook. “The day I gave up on them completely. Today.” Damien knew, from 14 billion years of time, that X meant the Creator had closed the experiment, and would let anything created during that experiment, die. “The human race on Earth will destroy the biosphere of the planet, and thus destroy themselves.”

“Sad, isn’t it?” Damien asked, for no reason. “How they believe you will actually save them from their own actions.”

The Creator nodded.

“Would you like for us to send a big rock, and reset the planet? I’m sure in a billion years of so, it would heal, and life could be restarted there.”

“No,” The Creator shook his head. “No. This time, we let them all die. I’ve given them enough chances.” He looked at the planets on either side of Earth. “They blew the atmosphere clean off Mars with their wars for power and money. And they burned everything they could on Venus, turned it into an oven and fried themselves.” He studied Damien for a moment, “Tell me, Damien. How do you think they will end themselves this time?”

It took a moment for Damien to put his answer into words. “A combination, of course. When they poison the world so much it starts to kill them, their wars will become greater. In the end, they will destroy the last vestiges of themselves fighting over the last few drops of water, and food.” He paused, “You do know, it’s always been about money for them.”

“Yes, Damien. It has always been about money.” The Creator stood. “Record their story in the record books, Damien. And then, search out a new world, around a new star. This time, make it one with nothing but stone, and dirt. No minerals. No riches. When you find a suitable world, let me know. And perhaps I will try again.”

Damien bowed, “Indeed, sire. It would be good to someday have companions. There are so few of us. And I am lonely.”

“You are a good companion, Damien. I’m happy your people survived. You have been good company.” The Creator looked back at Earth. “Make sure they don’t spread to other worlds.”

“As you wish. As you wish.”

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Written for #MM2018 (Monster Mash 20180). Please wander over and ready the other tales in the blog hop. And enjoy Halloween.

All the #MM2018 stories.

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