I made this one to help me characterize a villain for a story that's still in my head. It probably won't make much sense without context, but perhaps you'll find something to like.

It was so, so simple. Everyone paid attention to the big guys. The flashy ones. Those gods with their superpowers. The heroes who protected the timelines, and the monsters they slew in the name of peace. Why wouldn't they be idolized? Why wouldn't they be revered as angels sent from heaven above?

And those monsters--the wraiths--were spat on like the demons from hell. Of course they were. They were mindless, terrifying monstrosities with nothing but destruction on the mind. They were the spawn of Satan to the common man. Why wouldn't they be detested? Why wouldn't they be seen as the monstrosities they are?

Everyone paid so much attention to them. Monsters and superheroes fighting the battle of good and evil--what's not to look at? They took the spotlight of nearly every reality. Every timeline looked up to them as gods and devils. But nobody ever seemed to notice the ones on the inside, at the people so unassuming that nobody could possibly look at them and suspect a thing. Nobody ever noticed me.

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First there was screaming, then silence. For many moments, the world trembled with the cries of people, innocent and guilty. The sinners and the saints cried out in unity. Men, women, and children all pleaded for mercy. Then all fell silent. Every last voice fell quiet, replaced with the sound of flames. It had not even taken an hour, yet the world had become devoid of all human life. All but one.

One by one, the twisted beings that had so swiftly wiped out earth's population began to depart. They had consumed their fill, and were ready to move on to the next reality.