"Oh mighty one!" The vast and eldritch creature barely perceived the impassioned cry. It looked down and out, catching a glimpse of an infinitesimal speck, a tiny flash of light. It peered closer, it's very gaze withering the speck's armor and annihilating it's blade in a blaze of energy.

The speck rallied in the intense maelstrom of interest and tried again, "Mighty one, we have long provided you with all you ask of us! We've returned your loving attention with all material you desired and an unending multitude of sacrifices!"

The being now focused it's entire attention on the speck, entire solar systems vanishing without the sustenance of its continued musings.

The speck flickered and flared, the sheer enormity of the being flensing it to the bones and scouring it's mind. Finally it rallied, and rose to it's tiny feet, determined and focused. It looked up into the incomprehensible and utterly alien God that eyed it inscrutable and unknowable, "They have killed the Queen and are burning my home. Save us goddammit."

The speck evaporated, destroyed by the gaze of the Great One. It considered for a long moment, both an eternity and an instant. It rose from it's somnabulance, awesome and terrible.

To the specks, the Sun rose a second time that day. Then it fell. Like a sentient flame, it reached out and scoured their enemies. It skipped, bounced, skittered, and teleported around, through and beyond the specks, searing their enemies in unholy gouts of destruction.

The foes fled but it was far too late. The Sun had decided on their non-existence and it was meticulous and ruthless. The Great One hovered over the field of battle, carefully examining the world to ensure not one single molecule of the foes remained.

Satisfied, the Sun started to rise back into it's place, then stopped, as if remembering something. With a brief pulse of what seemed similar to amusement, the fallen specks were returned to life. The Queen rose from her death, and finally, the Speck that Spoke with God was rematerialized.

The Speck looked up at the Great One, it's form vanishing into the infinite as the world healed. The Speck whispered, "Thank you."

The Pact Is Fulfilled. Shall It Ever Be So.

Loved it! Thank you for for the great read!

Part 2??

This seriously may be one of the best prompts I have ever read on this sub, and it's about bees. In the span of 2 minutes I was pulled into and actually stirred by your story.

Bravo!

I'm extremely invested

Should that be piercing divinity instead of piecing?

It's fine to use masculine pronouns with Bees/Ants. They don't really have genders like us so any language you use wouldn't be completely wrong.

Oh man I want more

Notes: I like the concept. Robot and inhuman showing humanity. Two guides on different sides. Inheriting identities, and as generations pass the generations change. The same tricks won't work because they've learnt from their parents.

I might work on this in my own spare time. It was fun figuring out the history of this world and heroes that I didn't manage to write down here.

Each new group of heroes I train always ask me the same thing. "How did you defeat the Scourge of Cities."

And I would always tell them the same thing. "I spoke to It."

Words can do what fists could not, come to a peaceful solution.

It's been too long. The new age of heroes, teenagers- had not been alive when Scourge had been active. They didn't know the sheer volume of power It held back because it only wanted to reshape the world, not destroy it.

Jester was a nuisance, made to teach heroes patience, teamwork, and that there was always another way to solve things then dashing head on into it.

Children always want to be like their parents. The golden age of heroes was coming to an end. Their parents had succeeded in making the world a little better, each generation there was something new to repair, the big villains defeated, the maniacs with massive power, the greedy ones in suits preventing the world from flourishing replaced with kinder souls.

In the end, this was inevitable. There was nothing heroic left to do. I had heard some of the younger ones saying that using their powers to clear out tsunami wreckage was beneath them, that they could be doing something far more important.

They weren't learning like their parents had. I should have known this was coming, when Cadet Marsh had asked me "how did you Kill the Scourge of Cities?"

So now I sat in the living room of the Scourge- Jester. The apartment was... homely. Comfortable. I saw pictures on the wall, of It's human form and a child.

The first time we lost a hero to death, Jester appeared to me, upset. "I'm sorry. I didn't prepare her enough."

We grieved together. It showed humanity I didn't think It capable of.

So I was here to beg It to hold onto that humanity. To not avenge their child.

"Please." I said. "Understand. It was truely an accident."

"Oh. You're worried I'll kill them in retribution." It said. "Don't worry. I don't plan to kill them. They can't learn if they're dead, but if they do so happen to fail..."

And with that final word, they disappeared. The apartment empty, only hollow memories remained.

You are talented !

Holy shit! That was epic. For queen and colony!

the thesis of creation

after all that I built a they came the four one of them was Amanda or "marlin "who was was in a robe of sliver that can withstand and absorb the magic of a hundred mages and she has a more than average magical ability could make a explosion the size of a mountain and Burkly or "Logan" who was a knight who could maybe make a cut on me with that sword and now here is my shadow who is named "sly" who was very lanky and quick and he had eyes of a demon and had a foresight like ability and the leader or "Melfin " who had a giant sword even I dont understand how he is able to hold and they all had colored hair and these are the best that have come here so far.

I snap and I do the whole song and dance "so you are finally here what makes you think that out of all the others YOU will be able to beat a GOD" then the leader melfin said "Wh- whait OTHERS!?" then I snapped and showed a representation of the world before "you think you are the only ones I made " and I saw them getting more afraid as reality set in "I used to be like you but let me guess you are going to fight me so you can get my power so you can "save mankind" so so naïve I used to think that but as I put into godlihood but as I tried and tried and nope I soon learned that evil is just a part of humanity its hard coded in there genes so I erased it so I could "start over" but as that happened I saw thousands if not millions other universes and I tried to "fix" them to but then the original universes humans would end up the same not even their fault It is a matter of survival that just "gets out of control" then marlin yells "So what are just supposed to lay down and cry to ourselves and even if that is true what the hell does that have to do with us " then after that I changed the setting to the battle field that led me to godlihood "I was with a band of people who wanted to take the power of god too and when the going was getting tough the god we where fighting told me that all I had to do was accept and I would become a god but all by myself so I refused the first time them and he would give me his power and then he would just killing us and rewinding time to kill us some more and after that and he would still pester me and after a day of the same thing I folded and after that I felt like I betrayed them they even cursed me as their last words so I made you the ones that had at least the same spirit to try to kill me " and after that he stand up and (INSERT SHONEN FIGHT HERE I AM TOO LAZY TO DO IT MYSELF) and after the battle they where tired and they almost destroyed my "weak spot" that was on my forehead and I yelled "SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ARE YOU GONNA MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE I DID HUH WHAT ARE GONNA DO THE BEST CHANCE YOU HAVE IS TO DESTROY HUNANITY " then Sly jumped up dodging my beams and stabs my "weak spot" Then he says " We will destroy you and make sure that humanity will change! " so foolish and after that I "die" and after I callaps the room we where in I closed that world off from me so at least they had the allusion that there where no more gods so now to thousand more hero's

hope you enjoy

this may be bad and you can definitely see where I copied xenoblade chronicles 2 and please tell me what I messed up.

I was frozen.

Here I was, the most powerful being on planet earth, worthless when my family needed me the most. My powers are rare, and so strong I keep them under wraps. But what use are my powers if I cannot even protect my own son.

I never wanted the attention or the spotlight, and if the Legion of Heroes knew the true scale of my abilities they would do everything they could to eliminate me. My ability to create matter using just my mind can be used to take over the world, but in reality I just want to live a quiet life. I have my home on top of Excalie mountain, far away from everyone else - and my ability to create anything I need not only means I don't need anything from the rest of the world - and can also track them with my surveillance drones.

But I had become complacent. After so long removed from the world I forgot why I've always avoided those godforsaken 'heroes' in the first place. They love the spotlight. Media darlings who help people not out of good will, but to show off how much stronger and more powerful they are than everyone else. I don't need them. I don't need to prove my power to anyone. I know who the strongest person in the world is.

My son, Darius, though, he was always excited to prove himself. He did not like that I only used my powers to lightly foil the Legion of Heroes. Sometimes I would jam up one of the engines on Magnificent Man's jet with sand. Once I put slick oil on the bottom of King Jameson's shoes, and my drone caught the amazing scene of him slipping and sliding around while trying to chase down a street robber who stole some woman's purse.

Darius was born with just a small portion of my powers, but was desperate to be the supervillain I never was. He could make small items appear. He made a gun appear after getting into the backroom of a bank while posing as a maintenance man. I'm not sure why he wanted to rob a bank, money is no item for us. He just wanted to see if he could do it.

Magma girl was seeing a banker in a side office when it all went down. Darius did not even know. They had gone to school together, and he would have likely recognized her outside even not in her costume if he had been more careful.

I'm not sure what they were exactly doing there, but Tusk and Metal-Son, the other two members of the Teen Trio were sitting in a car outside. When the alarm went off, Darius was outmatched.

I don't know how it went down. The bank's security footage cut off once the battle began - Tusk's energy shield shorted them all out - and I was fooling around with my drones elsewhere thinking of a way to foil Leopard as she fought Electra-Zill downtown.

Darius' body was brutalized. He was severely burned and torn into pieces. The Trio was so brutal the Legion is holding a Tribunal. It is likely they will be sent to Lunar jail and forever be disgraced figures in the super community.

But that is not enough. These kids were idiots, but putting them into Lunar jail wont solve the problem. They were emboldened by the system. Those Legion assholes in Geneva tell these kinds they are perfect. Special heroes who deserve the world. When you tell a youngster that they are perfect their whole life, they're going to think they have a right to play judge, jury and executioner whenever they want.

The tribunal will start at 8am today in Geneva. Every hero who is somebody will be there. Showing face and talking to the media - as if my son's death is just another press opportunity. Paying condolences to a young kid whose death they are partly responsible for.

What they don't know, is that there is a bomb deep under the Legion headquarters. A bomb that puts the Fat Man to shame. At 8:05 it will detonate. Atom-man and Venuspower are the only two that have even a chance to survive. Unfortunately, millions of civilians will die too. The entirely of Geneva will be wiped off the map.

But it's the price we will have to pay. A price we all will pay for a new, hero-less world.

It's been a long time since my "nemesis", Rodger Dodger- darkened my door.

Back in my youth, I was the Scourge of Cities, rebuilding metal into something beautiful without thought of those that resided in those skyscrapers I took for slag. My powers were beyond anyone in the world. No one could match my level. No one could stop me turning it all into what I desired. I desired domination of all so I can take what was broken and repair it.

These skyscrapers could have been homes for the homeless. These supermarkets with food abundance should be free so no one starved. When there was hoarded abundance I would fix the problem. It wasn't fair. It was never fair.

RD changed my mind. Asked me why break and rebuild when I could use what was there and gently nudge it into place. Why not equip others with the skills they would need to make the world a better place? I couldn't watch and make sure it all stayed in place forever.

So I shed the identity of the Scourge of Cities, to become something... smaller. Sillier. Something harmless.

I like to think of myself as a dungeon master, guiding hero's through trials. I get them to work together, work on their flaws, realize their strengths. I run them around, push them to their limits- but they were never in danger. Their success was my success. It ment they could put those skills to work. Make the world a better place.

And sure, sometimes I do things such as make all the furniture in a heroes apartment stick to the ceiling. A minor inconvience to their day when I'm feeling like Cadet Marsha has got a stick up her ass. Sometimes I needed a laugh.

A generation passed. Maybe two? The faces blur together, the spandex recycled. Cadet Marsha, Cadet Marshall- they pass on identies. RD was immortal like robots would be. He watched over the heroes, fighting their battles- and I would give those heroes the needed training they would need to face threats that without me they would be ill equipped for.

So I decided. If the heroes where having children, passing on their knowledge and experience, why couldn't I do the same? So I made a child. I raised them, showed them everything I knew, to create from their surroundings. To build, to plan-

And on their first time out, their villainous laugh still off pitch and their powers still unmastered- they were killed.

"It was an accident." RD told me.

Accident? No. It was not. They used deadly force. I had watched it from the cameras of the museum they had fought in.

"I missed out on my date because of some Jester wannabe?" One of the teenagers yelled. "Fuck it, wrap it up. I want to go back to the diner."

My child dodged their attacks, because they still didn't know their own strength, didn't want to damage the artefacts around them. And when they stopped to speak they managed to pin them-

"Accident." I repeated.

And since they always defeated me, as I yell out curses as I disappeared into a puff of smoke in a theatric way- they didn't see me as an actual threat, just a nuisance villain of the week to dispatch of and move to the next. This new generation wast taking away what I was trying to teach them. So I passed it to my child to deal with them as I began on a project in the desert. Maybe I was to out of touch. Maybe I needed to find new ways to guide the new generation. The same tricks become passed down and easier to manage.

I should have trained my child better. I should have been here.

"It wasn't fair." I said, sheding the Jester persona, feeling how my body itched like it had been held too tightly for years.

Holy shit that was Beautiful

r/canadaGW

In 1947 when the US flag flew from the Tower of London, I dare say I thought this here British Empire was toast! Fortunately for me, the United States wasn't counting on Canada.
With all of the US forces in Europe, or the Pacific, they had no-one defending the 48 contiguous states! Our sexy Canadian forces rolled into New England around '46 and captured New York on the same day London fell. The US threatened nukes of course, but it's not like it would change anything when the British High Command was already making itself at home in Boston.
Golly gee, it took a few years before the Isles were resecured with Soviet and French help, but we did it. In the end, New England - that is, Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts - and Alaska wave the Royal Union Flag these days.
God, how I love karma. Truman was livid, chaps! But hey, that's what he gets for invading Britain and her other bits and pieces.

This was a great read. Maybe not so great to read at almost 5am since now all I want is a conclusion! 🥲

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This was great.

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That was beautiful. I wish for more.

Holy shit! This is legendary! Kudos!