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Nyx was staring at the tower stone between their clawed feet without much hope when a shrill, breathy voice shouted from outside, "Hey! Nyx! You wanna hear something cool?"
The cube demons. Chaos spirits? Either or. The demons liked to check in on them every so often and show them what they'd been doing. The first time it happened was 10 years after it all began. They were puppeting the bodies of baby seahorses from Sea City: City of The Sea, and Nyx felt like throwing up then, but for better or for worse they had later pretty much grown used to things like that. "No, not really." They said.
The pink and blue unicorn bodies performed a stiff quadruple backflip through the same tower window, simultaneously, but landed in a heap. The pink one's horn pierced straight through the blue one's neck. Nobody needed to react to that. Okay.
"Guess what we just did!" They said, pointing straight behind them and giving a faint crunch with its unnatural movement.
Nyx nervously made their way to the window and adjusted their glasses. "Oh my god."
It was a bit hard to see in the daytime, but the moon's bits were precariously floating around in the sky.
"Tada! We blew up the moon! With a giannnnt bommmb!" The pink one said.
"Yeah! Must make you feel pretty bad, right? Destruction and death and things as such." The blue one beamed.
"Uhhh... yes." They said, because it was true. Actually, they were a little in shock about it. The other shoe was going to drop any minute now and they might actually throw up this time. "But it does seem strange that you've decided to end it all now."
For once, the demon puppets looked confused. "What?" The blue one said.
A long beat of silence.
"Once those moon pieces fall down to Earth, any life that's left will be destroyed..." Nyx began, almost gently.
The pink one blinked at them, one eye at a time.
Now Nyx was confused. "You knew that, right? They're.... huge chunks of rock. And gravity exists."
"Uhhh. Obviously." The blue one scoffed, clearly lying. "What do you think we are?"
"Yeah, duh!" The pink one lied in a similar way.
Nyx wondered if they were even individual from each other at all. How do invincible—no, don't think like that, you don't know that—demons develop personalities?
"Uhh, excuse us. We're off to do...powerful spirit things."
They flew out the window, suddenly not in the mood for magic tricks or body horror.
It occurred to Nyx that the demons probably wanted to keep around a low population of people to mess with, to avoid getting bored. They didn't seem to like being bored, so they wouldn't like the moon being blown up. Huh. A lot of people were probably just saved a flaming moon rock death.
The other shoe did not drop, and Nyx did not throw up. "Oh." They said to themself.