I remember the day of judgement.
Can you imagine looking up and seeing the stars fall from the sky? Can you imagine the heavens themselves raining fire upon the world below?
You say you can picture it.I dont believe you.I’m not speaking of war.I’m not speaking of premethium’s stinging oil scent, or the burning reek of flames born from war. Forget battle’s crude pains and thr sensory assault of bombardment. I am not speaking of mundane savagery-the incendairy ills men inflict upon other men.
I speak of judgement.Divine judgement.
The wrath of a god who looks upon the works of an entire world, and sees turns his heart sour. In his disgust he sends flights of angels to deliver damnation. In his rage, he seeds the skies with fire and rains destruction upon the upturned faces of six thousand worshippers.
Now tell me again. Tell me again that you can imagine seeing the stars fall from the sky.
Tell me you can imagine heaven weeping fire upon the land below, and a city burning so bright that all sight is scorched from your eyes as you watch it die.
The day of judgement stole my eyes , but I can still illuminate you. I remember it all, and why wouldn’t I? It was the last thing I ever saw.
They came to us in skyborne vultures of blue and white fire.
And they called themselves the 13th legion. The warrior kings of Ultramar.
We did not use those names. As they marched us from our homes, as they butchered those who dared fight back, and as they poured devine annihilation upon everything we had built…
We called them false angels.
You came to me asking how my faith survived the Day of Judgement. I will tell you a secret. When the stars fell, when the seas boiled and the earth burned, my faith didn’t die.
That is when I began to believe.
God was real, and he hated us.
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