In the distance, footsteps slowly picked their way carefully up the hillside. His servant had arrived.
He would be the last. There had been others foreshadowing his arrival, but he would be the greatest of all. He served one master and that master was destruction.
His servant, the one that would become known to the world as the Antichrist. He would leave in his wake millions of atrocities to mankind. Death, destruction. And the total annihilation of God’s creation. Now, he fell at his mater’s feet as a humble obedient child awaiting his father’s blessing.
“I’m ready my father. I await your command.”
He didn’t need to look at his servant to know he would move this mountain itself to do follow his bidding. He was but a vessel. A means to fulfill destiny.
High above the City of Hope the breeze grew stronger. A chill made his servant gather his jacket closer. And above the breeze could be heard the screams of the dying. The tortured souls of the righteous who would die for the beliefs. The death pains of nation after nation who would succumb to the dark and bloody one. Cries of a world on the brink of extinction.
But it was not the cries of misery and death but the soulless eyes of his father that finally drove the servant into the world of madness.
He would be the last. There had been others foreshadowing his arrival, but he would be the greatest of all. He served one master and that master was destruction.
His servant, the one that would become known to the world as the Antichrist. He would leave in his wake millions of atrocities to mankind. Death, destruction. And the total annihilation of God’s creation. Now, he fell at his mater’s feet as a humble obedient child awaiting his father’s blessing.
“I’m ready my father. I await your command.”
He didn’t need to look at his servant to know he would move this mountain itself to do follow his bidding. He was but a vessel. A means to fulfill destiny.
High above the City of Hope the breeze grew stronger. A chill made his servant gather his jacket closer. And above the breeze could be heard the screams of the dying. The tortured souls of the righteous who would die for the beliefs. The death pains of nation after nation who would succumb to the dark and bloody one. Cries of a world on the brink of extinction.
But it was not the cries of misery and death but the soulless eyes of his father that finally drove the servant into the world of madness.
No comments:
Post a Comment