It had been six hundred million years, by the timescale of the nearest planet, since I had fallen into sleep. The Divine Chrysalis was always a feature of the sky, eternally at the solar system's center. It was said that, one day, it would open again, and their loving god would again appear to lead them in a golden age. As blue lights shone through the sky, the Chrysalis began to open, shimmering wings glowing as it parted. In build I resembled a human boy of eight or nine, with a pale body and delicate features. My hair was darkish silver, almost green in tone, and in place of ears, what seemed to be leaf-like blue wings flowed back beneath my hair. My eyes were the same blue as the energy which filled the air around me, and six shining blue wings of light flowed behind me eternally. The people of the planet looked up in awe and wonder as they saw me descend, the stories were true, their god had returned to them. They expected a golden age, they expected unending blessings. They did not know what was happening as my mouth opened wide, and darkness swallowed the planet. It fell dully to my stomach, the cosmic ocean of acids reducing it to nothing in moments, every being on it dissolved and absorbed, body and soul, nothing left of them, even their souls now part of their uncaring child god. With my worshippers devoured, I carried myself onward on my shining blue wings, eager to see what else the galaxy had to offer, and what other tasty worlds I could consume.