Eyyyy, gotcha to back down from your bravado.
-he laughs for a bit, before bluntly saying-
But they are dead though.
All of them, not a single other Ahxenite exists other than me. Except maybe alternate realities... but I don't really count that.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWhat do you think?
Go on, I want you to guess.
Maybe you think that if I didn't kill them, then I killed other worlds as some sort of revenge. I mean it's plausible after all... why should the universe only kill my world?
But then, on the other hand you have reason to believe that I did kill them. And that they were the first of my tally. Surely this would confirm that I am indeed a very dangerous sociopath- one who would destroy his entire society, and all others that lived inside it, leaving only himself alive to tell the universe of Ahxen.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh I did.
Well.
Sort of.
Not by my hand, but by my existence.
I won't bore you with the details of my origins but...
Ahxen fell, to a cosmic whip of flame- our sun had a huge spike in energy... a solar flare I believe you call it?
Everyone on the surface burned- the cities were scorched. No life survived, as those that were underground were boiled by the intense heat from the surface.
And I survived... because I wasn't there.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMy name- Xenos.
It means Zenith in my native tongue.
Y'know- pinnacle. Highest potential of a thing.
My birth was prophesied- by all of the ancient civilisations of Ahxen.
All of those prophecies agreed though... that when I arrived- the Zenith of All Ahxenites.
That Ahxen would fall.
My birth was a doomsday prophecy.
When I was older, they sent me away when I asked them what I could do to sway their fears of this prophecy.
But because I wasn't there, they died...
Yet it was because of who I am, that they sent me away to begin with.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...
-Adol frowned at this tragic story. He understood well the power of prophecies, and to be burdened with one as grim as that is a dark thing indeed. It occured to him now why he bore the title of World-Killer....
-He spoke up, however, in protest of whatever guilt he may have felt. Just because he was shouldered with a prophecy of ruin does not mean he is to be blamed for their deaths.-
As in "Not not relaxed."
Oh, I know.
I'm not very sad... they brought it on themselves after all.
Besides, when I visited Ahxen after the disaster.
I found out the bastards tried to kill me when I was a baby.
Which is probably why my childhood was all about fearful appeasement.
They tried killing me because of that prophecy and it didn't work.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell, I have destroyed planets.
By my own hand.
So don't get too sympathetic on me.
Some of it was in my empire-building days... but I tired of that.
Now I just travel from world to world, see what interests me.
A lot of them didn't like me much though. The reputation, y'see? And I always like to be honest.
A lot of them bored me too.
That's why they ended up destroyed a lot of the time.
Earth's different though- I've decided to spare it.
Humanity's interesting to me.
And Earth is where I stay at the moment.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

But I am relaxed. Right now. When I followed that posture. And relaxed. It was weird.