Letterman's Oneshot Shenanigans

-Look on My Works, Ye Mighty-

And here we have a very dramatic and religiously inspired Blue Eyes Oneshot.

AO3 Summary: ["My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair."

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

(This is a oneshot I wrote that takes place within my Blue Eyes Au, so you're gonna have to read that fic if you wanna understand this. Or just read the first Blue Eyes oneshot-)
(This is cannon to the Project: Shimmer Blue Eyes Au story.)
(Ozymandias is one of my favorite poems, it can apply to so many characters but here I chose the Blue Eyes Au version of Cobs cause he definitely thinks like this.)
(For those unaware, the poem is about a king of Egypt who believed he was all powerful. Only to die and leave only shattered remains of a statue and is remembered by no one.)
(Alternatively, I killed Cobs literally immediately in the fic so now I'm exploring his thought process a bit more.)
(Multiple Christian and Greek references in here.)
(And a semi-detailed description of Cobs falling to his death.)
(Inspired by "Ozymandias" a poem written by Percy Bysshe Shelley)

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    I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert.....

    Steve Cobs was not a spiritual man, not by any means. Keeping a moral compass pointing north was damn near impossible when faced with this much power and knowledge, so why even try? The overwhelming truth of the fact he knew he was better than all the rest consumed his mind in a way nothing else had. As he looked apon the table where his lifeless creation lied, he felt a satisfaction grow within him. He soon would create life, and when faced with such a task as this, how could one not feel as if they were God?

    .....Near them, on the sand, half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that its sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, the hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.....

    He had created life! A modern Prometheus he was! He had solved the solution of artificial life, he had brought these beings into the world and yet they still struggle against him. He watched in fury's flames as the ship drifted away, taking Mephone4 and his stolen creation with it. A rage born from pure hell fire raged in his soul. He had created this life, should he not be looked apon as a savior? He had conquered creation itself; God on a leash. Onward still the disrespect continues, he laments, as the "King of Kings" looks onward with imaginary subjects.

    .....And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!.....

    He had seen that light before. A light he had only assumed Mephone4S could produce. Mephone4's face held a rage Cobs had never seen in any being. Electricity crackled off the walls and to the floor in a macabre symphony as the Mephone stalked towards him. Cobs backed away, and for the first time in a long while, Cobs felt the fear of death strike through him.

    .....Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.....”

    The glass cut against him as he fell, wind whipping past him. He plummeted through the clouds and towards the forest floor below him, a numb cold fear stabbing through his very soul. He did not scream, too frozen from shock to utter a word as the ground quickly got closer and closer. As the looming threat of death approached him Cobs could only ponder. He had toppled his enemies, played every game right in order to get to the top. And now as he fell he realized he, himself, had been defeated as well. Funny really. Kronos overthrew Oranos only to be overthrown by Zeus in the end. And as Cobs's shoulder hit the unforgiving ground, he allowed hell's flames to consume him whole. For he was not a savior, he was not a God, he was not a king. He was a mortal, and mortals die. Now as the demon rots in hell for his sins, all that remains is a tower of metal and chrome sitting apon the clouds as his legacy rots with him.