Sparkatale

He could only watch as it happened, as a God descended onto Earth, as the World was destroyed, as everything ended. Every life, every dream. He was too weak. He knew it, but he couldn't change that fact. After all, the World was already destined for destruction as soon as a God descended onto Earth. No "Power" would save it now, the Earth would die, as would everything else. (A/N: This is ThisWorldIsEmpty from FictionPress if anybody is wondering. Any and all suggestions to improve my writing skill will be appreciated. Also anybody who can help with a good image would be appreciated as well, otherwise I'll use the same image from FictionPress.)