Apocalypse - II : Phoenix

It was the end of the workday. Like any other day, he stepped out of his building, on his way home. Suddenly, he felt the weather change. It was different today; a gigantic mass of cloud was swirling in the sky. The cold wind was howling through the grey, overcast heavens. There was an eerie feel about it. He could sense it around him.
The wind was now practically screeching, forcing the mass of cloud into a whirlpool. He walked on, partially hoping the eerie feeling would disappear from around him. Almost suddenly, the feeling was no longer around him…..it was in him! He could feel a change coming over him. His thoughts, usually clouded and uncertain, were now crystal clear, sharp, focused. His mind was occupied with one, pure thought – absolute and total evil. He could feel it flowing through his every vein, rippling from every sinew, as the last shred of morality was ripped away from his being. He cast a glance around him, the traffic was growing smaller. He looked above; the eye of the whirlpool was now coming closer to him, or, as he realized an instant later, he was growing closer to it. His body began to expand to gargantuan proportions, amplifying every merciless, evil thought in him. Now, his head was above the clouds, as his hair brushed the cool fabric of the eternal darkness above. The stars had stopped twinkling. The sun now burnt in one, never ending flame against the enveloping blackness. He glanced down at the pale blue dot beneath his feet. The planet that had given birth to him was now nothing more than a tiny, shrinking sphere. He cast his eyes around him, at his new home – the vast playground of space. He could now feel it, feel it within him – the symphony of a universe he had once helped create, a universe that was now calling him back – to take his rightful place, among the cosmic behemoths that had once created it, and now, would have to do it again…..