The number of humans living on earth has reached 10 bilion. The shards of Wisdom have now been spread so thin and were so weak, that humans didnt even feel them. The alteration of the laws of the world through interactions with shards was now almost impossible. What humans called magic was in legends of the past.
Death, Anger and Sorrow drifted past stars. They stopped to look at the geometry of spacetime being warped by gravity into a black hole and then walked some more. Sorrow spoke first.
"It has been millennia since we killed Wisdom, since we broke her into shards and since we created humans to seal them. But now again, as time flows, there are too many of them. She could become conscious again. It is time to strike and lower their numbers again."
As Sorrow spoke multiple stars faded, as if they lost all will to live. Those who didnt had their lifespan shortened and their light became dimmer and more white. No life would emerge under their gaze anymore. The cosmic nothingness also warped, as if trying to run away from her presence. Only black hole remained. Sorrow spoke without reaction to what was happening. Just then, as she mentioned Wisdom, there was a twitch in the horrible face of Anger. The black giant which remained immediately collapsed and spacetime distorted itself, then ceased to exist. Violent release of energy shot forward to all sides, expanding much faster than light, as if natural laws didnt function anymore. The destruction was over in the span of milliseconds and Anger spoke.
"We have done that again and again, it is time to find a better solution. Let the few strong remain, they shall bear the shards of her and their lifespan will, as such, greatly increase. In the sight of power, they will forget about love and virtue, they will slaughter themselfs as we once did, for they are made in my image. They will find a way to kill our mother and they will kill her, destroying themselves in the process. I will rip the law I created apart and start a new era."
Then after another pause Anger spoke again. He spoke words never meant to be spoken, words more powerful then reality encompassing them. Incantations that would make the human mind mad from hearing a single word or seeing a single letter. As he spoke those horrible sentences in primordial original language, from which reality itself was composed, laws of nature became uncertain. They were commanded to take forms and shapes, to bend and to collapse as needed. To play a role that Anger gave them. Only Death was looking at the small blue ball somewhere trillions of light years away. She was looking at the man she cursed, at the man who, somehow, escaped her will. At the man who escaped death itself.