Forerunners

So many eons of working with the Precursors.

Their judgements were never wrong by the standards they went by. As I took all the knowledge, memories, and experience from what I consume.

Eventually, the Precursors sought to hand off their Mantle of Responsibility to another species they deemed worthy. They chose a species that have come to call themselves the Forerunners. Like me, they had been working under the Precursors.

It is obvious why I was never considered. I was content with eating and gaining knowledge. Managing the galaxy was too troublesome for me. The Forerunners wanted the job though. So why not let them have it?

After the handover of power, I never saw Handler again. Instead, a Forerunner ship came out of hyperspace right above my Blood Moon. My throne of gore was easy to spot. Three Forerunners teleported directly before my throne.

I stand up with my physical body, "Welcome Forerunner, to the Blood Moon. To my home. Have you three come to give me a new target for a meal?"

One of them steps forward, "I am the Master Builder. One of three that lead the Forerunners. We have come to make it clear that you're services are no longer needed. We will handle culling from now on."

I chuckle, "Well, that is all fine and good. I'll be able to select my own meals from now on. It'll be a nice change."

Another steps up, "I am the Didact, Master Warrior. You will not be eating anymore sentient civilizations."

I sigh, "Then what am I to do? I cannot survive on anything else but sentient life. Sure, I can last hundreds or thousands of years without a year, but that is besides the point. I will eventually have to eat. What is your solution to this then?"

The Didact growls out, "The solution is that you starve and die. The Forerunners will not tolerate your diet anymore. Just live out what is left of your disgusting life and then die."

I laugh, "You may be worthy of the Mantle, but your youth is showing. You all lack the wisdom of the Forerunners. You judge me based on what I am at my core. I can see it in your eyes. All of you think of me as a monster. So small-minded. Let me make myself clear, I will not quietly die."

The third one speaks, "Perhaps we can not be rash Didact and Master Builder. He is a unique lifeform that is not evil. He just is what he is. He is even agreeable to negotiation. We can discuss this."

The Didact scoffs, "Why? We can just kill this monster and be done with the problem."

Master Builder speaks, "I must agree with the Didact on this. Necromancer will only be a constant problem. However, we can fix that without violence."

I get curious, "How will you do that?"

"Simple, we'll give you a few old species to develop on this Blood Moon of yours. It has an atmosphere, and everything needed for life. We allow you cultivate intelligent races on this Blood Moon, and you can cull them once their population is large enough.", Master Builder suggests.

I do not dislike that idea, "You have a promising idea Master Builder. With such a plan, I would not need to consume planets of life."

The Didact opposes, "You both want to sentence innocent lives and doom species to be cattle for this dreadful abomination?"

"Yes."2x

The Didact then teleports away in frustration.

After a bit more conversation. It was decided I would gain 4 species to colonize my Blood Moon and become my cattle. I raise them up, create an apocalypse and then restart with them.

I believe I am due for a laid back and comfortable life.

At least for a long while.