The Hunger

The Hunger could not be sated.

It had existed since time began, an unending need to feast, a being of pure darkness even as the universe around it lit up.

Not that that mattered to The Hunger. The universe and all that dwelled within it were like microscopic specks of detritus, compared to the terrible beauty of The Hunger.

And now, the time was nigh, The Hunger no longer would wait, it would seek out-

"Snookums! Where's my big fluffy ball of cuteness? I've got your din-dins ready!"

The Hunger stretched and padded over to the food bowl to feast.