Goddess and the Last Man

Well hello there, little boy. I've been waiting a very long time to meet you. Haha, no, not you in particular, sorry to get your hopes up. I should have said I've been waiting to meet the man you've become. The last man in the world. Oh, don't look so scared. I'm not going to hurt you...yet.

Its sort of a habit of mine to keep a man alive at the end, you know. I like to talk to them. Usually they're dying while I do it but for you, my dear, I'll leave you intact. Haha, you boys are all the same. My eyes aren't down there, meat. Oh, what difference does it make. You men have given me so much over the years, I can give a little something back for once.

Would it surprise you to hear that I know you very well? *Giggle* Oh my dear boy, stop getting so excited. I told you already I don't have any idea who you actually are. I just know how your life has gone. Yes, you just keep looking at my breasts while I tell you all about yourself. Look at them and think about how they've been the last things that billions of men have seen before I butchered them like the cattle they were.

Now then, all about you then, my sweet.

You were the youngest of your father's sons. You were probably just a few years old when he went off to war against me. You might even remember your mother and siblings crying when the news came that the army he'd been part of had died by my hand. When you got older, you swore you'd be just like him. And just like your brothers. They followed in his footsteps, one by one they came of age, fathered sons of their own and went off to war. And one by one, they died at my feet, their plans for revenge all coming to naught as their blood splashed the breasts your looking at so intently.

You grew up big and strong, a perfect piece of meat. You probably thought your muscles would help you against me but you and every other boy were unwittingly making yourselves in to exactly the kind of man I love to kill: big, brave and stupid. You did hard, backbreaking labor making the things the endless armies that marched against me needed. It all would have come back to haunt you, giving you a lot of pain in your old age *Laugh* You should thank me. Because of me, thats not something any man has had to worry about for a very, very long time.

When you were old enough, you got married and had a child or two of your own. Marriage used to happen later in life, but since men have a nasty habit of winding up getting killed by a wrathful Goddess these days, you did it at a young age. And then one day, it was your turn to march off and follow in the footsteps of your father, your uncles, your cousins. Your brothers and the older boys from your village. March off, another piece of meat for the grinder, just like the men in your family and every other family had been doing for generations.

But you were lucky, even if you didn't know it at the time. You see, my dear, I'd grown tired of harvesting what was basically the same crop of men over and over. I'd decided to just get rid of you all. I decided to kill every male in the world. And your rulers knew it. Every able bodied man of fighting age was rounded up and thrown at me in one last effort to stop me.

Oh, you lads looked so splendid. My favorite thing about men is how defiant you are, even though you know what I can do. Every soldier that died on my sword in that battle had no doubt about who and what I am. But til the very end, almost all of them were fearless and strong, cursing me and screaming until I silenced them with blade.

And of course, as much as they hated me. They all wanted me. They would never have admitted it, but I could tell. All the boys that lay dying around me, they weren't sad because their lives were ending. They didn't weep because they were being slaughtered by the same bloodthirsty Goddess who had been felling their gender for a hundred generations. No...they wept because they knew I would forget them. I've killed so, so many men. Tens of billions, maybe more. I won't give a single one of those boys a second thought. That and the fact that they were so close to me, could see how beautiful I am, could see my breasts heave, my hips swing and not touch me, was too much for them. They died sobbing like infants, not praying to their gods. They died praying to me, begging me to touch them, to remember them. But the closest any of those pathetic little dogs got was when I crushed them beneath my heel.

Yes, it was such a mighty army. I've never killed so many men in a single battle. It was truly the last gasp of a doomed world. And you came in at the very end, of course. You'd seen the oceans of corpses, the rivers of blood and the mountains of butchered meat that had once been young men like yourself. You saw me fight, watched me murder wave after wave of your comrades. Your friends, lads you had known your whole life, died beside you, their severed limbs and heads piling up. They coughed up blood as they cried out, but you could do nothing. You stood there, enthralled by the Goddess you saw, drinking in the view as I killed the last of your fellows.

And now its just me and you. Did I get everything right? *Slight pause* I thought so. You men really are all alike, you know. Tell me, my precious little soldier, what is your name? *Slight pause again* Oh, such a fine name. I'll try and remember you, then. Oh for goodness sake, stop crying. On your back now....there we go. Let me dry away your tears with my heel.

*Pause*

Such a lucky boy.