Threnody

The iron clad fist came down hard, the bones crunching beneath its force. Hands clenched around the throat.
'Heathen!' the word was spat out as poison from the tongue.
The victim chokes, the life fading around the edges of his vision even as he brings the knife up into the chest of his killer.
A waterfall of blood rains down warm upon him.
'Heretic' He breathes with his last dying breath.
The killers deaths are the only thing to unite them in a lifetime of hatred. Their bodies lie together in a mockery of a lovers embrace.
They are the last. The two survivors of the war that ended all wars. Ended everything.
They were the last standing and now they are gone.
The world is silent, all sentience scourged.

The battlefield covers the world. The ground obscured by blood and flesh. The world is silent. The world is a single held breath. It is one single moment stretched forever, that silence. It is the moment between the last dying sigh and the joyful screech of the carrion eaters. It is there world now and there is food enough for all. The new kings survey their inherited kingdom.
The world is still.
The world is crimson.
Two beings enter this world. They blaze in the night. They are beauty in a land of death.
With golden orbs they gaze upon the world. Their voices when they speak are music from the heavens.
'So who won?'
'I did'
'How so?'
'Yours died first, see mine has yours by the throat.'
'Can you not see the blade sticking out of your ones chest? How was that accomplished if mine died first?'
'You are blind!'
Shining hands are thrown in the air and death is disturbed by beautiful laughter. The sound is anathema to the carrion eaters ears.
'millennia in the planning and it is a tie!'
The other joins the laughter. Their voices harmonize in heavenly melody.
'Well what to do?'
A golden gaze is turned on the carrion eaters. The newly crowned kings of the food chain.
'Rematch?'