Akaso
Unbroken One
It all started with the ice age - the one that ended some ten thousand years ago. His "children", the Homo Sapiens, had strayed too far from Yahwe's will. We knew it would happen, he promised free will to the reptillians as well, yet he wiped their civilization off the face of the Earth like so much as dust.
And so, we froze the planet. Small interventions in the right places, and the law of cause and effect did the rest. The apes soon went hungry and began dying off, those that didn't starve freezing to death. The cooling, however, took longer near the equator, and so, some had enough time to prepare. To figure out they could venture from their fires if they wore enough animal pelts. And so, through the permafrost, their hunters stalked, pursued, and slaughtered Yahwe's creations. Built homes of their mangled bodies, carved yet greater tools of murder of their desecrated bones and ivory. Clothed themselves in mockeries of the mammoth's visage.
Yahwe wasn't angry. He was furious. He demanded we send down the horsemen of the apocalypse. Famine, War, Pestilence and Death.
And so, we did.
We choked the clouds and dried out the rivers. Rendered the soil barren and resources scarce. We forced the planet into a temporary ice age every single year.
For what little remained, they warred amongst themselves, culled their populations. Learned. Created new tools of war, new defenses. Built greater fortresses and greater cities.
From the grime and filth of war arose plagues, a myriad of diseases far beyond the worst ever meant for the beautiful Earth.
Some, they adapted to. Their natural resilience proved greater than the more common of our plagues. But others destroyed their civilization, sowed terror into the hearts of men. And in fear, they turned to fire once more.
They burned their dead, isolated the sick. They razed themselves to the brink of death and rose from the ashes.
And in death, the planet itself turned on them. The Earth quaked, mountains spewed forth poisonous smoke and searing lava, and hurricanes tore down their creations.
After millennia upon millennia, the last human on Earth was no more.
For they had stripped the planet bare, and spat in the face of Yahweh with their immortal bodies of steel, polymer, and unholy synthetic flesh. They had destroyed His creation and enslaved it with chains of industry and logic.
In their arrogance, they built titanic machines with stars in their hearts, and fled to the cosmos, corrupting lesser species along the way.
What punishment could await them, Armageddon?
And so, we froze the planet. Small interventions in the right places, and the law of cause and effect did the rest. The apes soon went hungry and began dying off, those that didn't starve freezing to death. The cooling, however, took longer near the equator, and so, some had enough time to prepare. To figure out they could venture from their fires if they wore enough animal pelts. And so, through the permafrost, their hunters stalked, pursued, and slaughtered Yahwe's creations. Built homes of their mangled bodies, carved yet greater tools of murder of their desecrated bones and ivory. Clothed themselves in mockeries of the mammoth's visage.
Yahwe wasn't angry. He was furious. He demanded we send down the horsemen of the apocalypse. Famine, War, Pestilence and Death.
And so, we did.
We choked the clouds and dried out the rivers. Rendered the soil barren and resources scarce. We forced the planet into a temporary ice age every single year.
For what little remained, they warred amongst themselves, culled their populations. Learned. Created new tools of war, new defenses. Built greater fortresses and greater cities.
From the grime and filth of war arose plagues, a myriad of diseases far beyond the worst ever meant for the beautiful Earth.
Some, they adapted to. Their natural resilience proved greater than the more common of our plagues. But others destroyed their civilization, sowed terror into the hearts of men. And in fear, they turned to fire once more.
They burned their dead, isolated the sick. They razed themselves to the brink of death and rose from the ashes.
And in death, the planet itself turned on them. The Earth quaked, mountains spewed forth poisonous smoke and searing lava, and hurricanes tore down their creations.
After millennia upon millennia, the last human on Earth was no more.
For they had stripped the planet bare, and spat in the face of Yahweh with their immortal bodies of steel, polymer, and unholy synthetic flesh. They had destroyed His creation and enslaved it with chains of industry and logic.
In their arrogance, they built titanic machines with stars in their hearts, and fled to the cosmos, corrupting lesser species along the way.
What punishment could await them, Armageddon?
