The Beast of Judgment
The forsaken beast rose from the ocean, as it came into view one of sailors looked at in in awe before leaping off the boat into the icy black waters. Another simply became catatonic then it only left me, it cursed me to survive to wander the earth telling of its story; its appearance haunts me to this day it had shapes and colours I had never seen before and seemed to undulate with a kind of sinister purpose. It’s constantly changing body spoke to me it represented the unrelenting advance of the universe whether it leaves us behind or not the universe keeps going I always wondered why it had spared me as with how easily it dominated the minds of my fellow sailors. Surely it wouldn't need more than a thought to end me; to end my futile existence, but then I realised, it left me for a purpose, perhaps I was the first human in history to have a purpose, to do something greater than this feeble solar system, to spread the message of our Saviour, of the monster who would end it all, the beast of judgement but the beast taught me something, that it cares; we are a tiny raindrop in the endless hurricane of the universe yet it still cares. It teaches us that despite the cold callous unforgiving nature of space we have something that will carry us through, it never says why it cares for us so maybe we're special? maybe we're not special? Only one of a trillion species sprinkled amongst the stars. Who knows it would be blasphemy to assume the intentions of a creature so divine and so far beyond our understanding. The human mind crumples to understand it; the only way to stay sane in its presence is to realise your futility, and to accept humanity cannot know all. Only then will the beast accept you as one of its own.
“A firsthand account of our Lord” The Necronomicon: The Old Testament