The phone call ended and I stood up from the chair in which I was seated. It was four p.m., the sun was fading fast. I stood there in silence for mere moments, then I turned the knob on the door and found my way outside. I stopped on the lawn and fell to my knees, screaming at the sun for abandoning me when I needed it most. I'm still screaming.
The Old Gods.
The march toward God is endless. We were created by our alien gods, so too were they created by theirs. Beings of immense power, and unbelievable intellect. The ants look to us and see giants, so too do we look towards the heavens. The endlessness of the cosmos houses the hosts of heaven, whom the bible deems "angels" or "demons." now, in our day and age, we know them as extraterrestrial life forms. And these "e.t.s," as we have dubbed them, have their own gods. Cruel, unforgiving. The Old Gods. Bringers of destruction and the doom of humanity.