The End (event)
The Ritual is complete.
The sky bleeds like a sacrificial lamb upon the altar, the screams of millions of lives both on this plane and from the beyond echo out in the heavens. In the sky, beyond the flickering light of a now-dying star, past the aborted echoes of creation, the glorious Void shudders in ecstasy and delight and slowly grows and grows.
As one by one the constellations that all of man have looked on for hope and guidance flicker out and die as they slide into the greedy maw of the Void Gods, the sun itself-the wretched symbol of creation and life that has befouled the emptiness-gives out one last shuddering scream of pain. Around the world thousands die from the power of its death moans. Existence is over, there shall be only darkness!
Feast Gods! Feast upon the misery of insects like us!