Chapter 11: A child who was born with nothing
"YOU BASTARDDDDDDDD!"
"YOU PSYCHOPATH!"
"YOU MONSTERR!"
"Oh my my, this much love for me? I am truly touched," the Destruction God said, placing a hand on his face dramatically, as if about to cry.
"Anyway," he continued, suddenly reverting to normal as if the emotion was just an act—which it was.
"I don’t have much time, so I’ll have to say goodbye, dear second brother, and third and fourth sisters. I will miss you," he added, turning to the cup in his hand and muttering incomprehensible words.
"*@^#<+@/$%!?#," he chanted before being sucked into the cup.
The cup shone with a blinding brightness—like a second sun—before the light abruptly vanished within seconds.
Then, the cup began to float in space.
"No, you don’t!" the Dragon God screamed and tried to grab the Soul Cup, but it was futile. His hand shattered into countless particles.
The Soul Cup didn’t remain; it soared into the dark universe, leaving behind Heaven’s cursing children and a gaping hole in the fabric of space.