I – Welcoming the Crimson Dawn

The first sign was the bleeding sky. Betelgeuse, in the raging heart of Orion, had pulsed for millennia, a dying god exhaling its final breaths into the void. Then, it expanded. Not gradually, as stars do in their death throes, but hungrily, stretching tendrils of scarlet light across the cosmos like a waking Leviathan. Despite all human despair and incredulity, the star was moving. And yet, there it was… swelling, approaching. By the time we realized, it was already too late.  

II – The Swallowing

The oceans boiled first. A tide of blood-red light washed over the planet, searing the atmosphere into a swirling vortex of plasma. The seas erupted into steam, revealing the cracked abyssal plains below. Mountains melted like wax under a candle’s flame. Then, the voice. It was not a sound, but a quake in the cells of every living thing, a whisper older than time itself: “You are now the sacrifice that will cleanse the cosmos.” The sky split open. Betelgeuse unhinged, not as a star, but as a maw. A chasm of teeth (were those teeth?) wider than the solar system, yawned above Earth. 

III – The Tide

The Earth did not simply burn; it dissolved into a river of molten flesh and souls, sucked into the star’s gullet like nectar. Human blood, billions of gallons of it,evaporated into a crimson mist that swirled into Betelgeuse’s core. And the star drank. With every drop, its light grew brighter, and its hunger grew more insatiable. Across the galaxy, other stars flickered, afraid. For this was no natural death. This was ascension.

IV – The Removal

Betelgeuse pulsed once, a heartbeat that shattered reality. The blood of Earth, now atomized and sanctified within its core, erupted outward in a wave of purulent radiation. It washed over Mars, then Jupiter, then the outer planets, each dissolving into slurry as the star’s rage rewrote them. Soon, the tide reached Alpha Centauri, then Sirius, and finally Andromeda. Worlds burned. Civilizations that had endured for aeons crumbled into pastless dust, their atoms filtered through Betelgeuse’s newfound divinity. The universe was being purged, and human pain was the catalyst

V – The Revelation

In the end, as the galaxies trembled into nothingness, Betelgeuse spoke again: “You were never the infection. You were the antibody.” And with a final, thunderous pulse, the star collapsed into a singularity of perfect, blood-red silence. A new universe was born. And now, it was sterile.