A Hellhound's fun trip to another world before dinner!

Smile.

Hellhound that arrives in a fresh new world, one that has barely learned to build huts, much less strike the Earth for either mining or agriculture. She smiles wickedly and licks her chops. This place is going to be so easy to make interesting.

She hops and skips across the world until she finds the first signs of civilization. Finds the first living creature to even think about tool use. Watches over them from a distance until the day they try to form something better than a pointy stick.

She swoops in, waits for them to stop stabbing her with the pointy sticks and explains to them the most powerful force on this entire world: their very own flesh. If they learn to shape it, they would have no need for anything but food and water. Resources be damned.

As the first of them painfully rips and tears at their own flesh, sharpening their own bones to form a primitive hoe to till the earth she grins, bites down on time itself and rips open just a big enough hole for her to squeeze herself through, swimming forward in the timestream.

She lands in a massive city of exposed flesh, blood and bone. Towering skyscrapers that end in thousands of fingers desperately trying to touch the stars. Massive members of the species with distorted bellies walking down spinal column roads.

The bellies are ripped open and hundreds of them step out and go about their business. Public transit. She laughs and hops and skips her way through more of this new world. Watches it's scientists approve mass breeding farms for raw flesh and blood.

People are ground up gleefully and repurposed into a massive network of optic nerves and neurons that spans the globe. With just a connection to your nervous system you can feel the entire planet all at once, see every inch of it's surface, hear all other living creatures.

A wondrous bleeding paradise. So fun! So different from other worlds the hellhound had visited. But... something was missing. All this flesh and connection had created a world of peace, a world where everyone understood how truly connected all of life is.

So with a snap of her fingers she summoned her blade and threw it into the central park of the capital city of the world. Watched as a curious young adult picked it up, confused at this object made of an otherworldly substance like metal. What could it be used for?

A crowd forms, everyone murmuring in the tongue of this land about what they had found. Crowding closer and closer still, until the blade's wielder tried to swing it and struck one of their kindred. Blood poured out from them, but the feeling of striking them did not.

The strange bladed object presented a degree of separation. Not flesh and bone and nerve smashing into more flesh and bone and nerve, but something... alien. Something not part of the body. A life ended this day, and the one that ended it felt nothing.

Moments that felt like eternity passed. The wielder of the blade grinned. They were all powerful now. Only they could act without remorse, without empathy. Dozens upon dozens more died before the crowd dispersed. The Hellhound clapped her paws in excitement.

She bit into the time stream once more and swam further ahead still. Found a world that was on the verge of becoming a fleshy hivemind torn asunder. Skyscrapers that once pawed at the skies now used their fingers to hold guns and blades of their own.

Cities picked themselves up and moved against each other in mass warfare. Flesh gave way to blood and blood and blood. The Hellhound's stomach growled. Ah, time for dinner. A fun little diversion, though. Only one thing left to do...

Snapping the fingers of her other paw she summoned herself to her blade, held by a much aged and battle hardened version of the first murderer of this world. With a wave she snapped again, summoning her blade back into her paw and tossing it back into the void between worlds.

She stayed just long enough to watch the followers of the first murderer begin to rip and tear them apart, before stepping between reality to find a world with something good to eat. The Infinite McDonalds sounds nice right about now...

Seared Archive