Day Of Rain - Rise Of The False Prophet
High upon the sacred mountain there is one who watches. He kneels at the jutting edge of a jagged cliff, gazing out towards the fiery clouds and the ruddy haze of a timeless sky. Below him, glimmers of lights speckle the vast landscape of the earth. Some merge into bright clusters which betoken the great cities – the kingdoms of this world.
As he searches beyond the horizon, his eyes return reflections of quickening memories woven into what has been, what is, and what shall be. And, with a sudden blinding flash of light, he is shifted through time to the defining moment that would eternally alter the inescapable fate of mankind. So vividly he recalls it all as if it were happening once again.
The sun darkened into a gaping void, and from within it, a burning star broke forth, rejected as a gem no longer worthy of its place among lustrous jewels of the universe. With shattering thunder the tranquility was interrupted as the star entered the atmosphere and plummeted toward the unsuspecting earth. Blazing streams of thick black fumes trailed behind it, marking the path of its perilous journey.
It smashed into the ocean with a deafening concussion, pushing walls of fire and water high into the air, and sending forth tremors that crawled up the face of the great mountain. The remnants of the impact radiated beneath his feet as the watcher studied the events with careful reckoning.
The onslaught of violent storms ripped the sky apart with unceasing rage. And soon, the heavens were cloaked in darkness as swarms of more entities rained down from the twisting turbulent clouds. Millions of celestials exploded into the earth with pounding fury, bringing swift destruction and death to all the lands and the sea, destroying a third of all the living.
The days of the earth after the first apocalypse were inhospitable. The former sweetness of the air was contaminated with the acidic choke of torrid sulfur and the stench of decaying remains. The moon strained to glow through the deadly mist that shrouded the land, and in time, the toxic rains arrived like streaks of frigid blue spears, pelting the fog with endless misery.
Six days passed until they awakened, emerging from the watery depths and caverns of rubble. Their misshapen forms slithered over one another with chaotic disregard. Vile curses spewed out from between the gnashing of their ragged teeth as each one took hold of this physical realm, demanding a plot of its own.
For the first time in eternity these accursed beings felt the grief of pain. They were provoked to insane hatred and sought revenge for their sufferings – each, savoring retribution against the one by whom they were all deceived. But there was no turning back now that they had been cast down to earth.
From the midst of disorder a mighty, scolding roar stripped the wind of its remaining innocence, hindering all sound that was not his. Unyielding to his own circumstances the strong one rose above the ill-fated mass with the unextinguished raging fire as his podium. The others heeded him, wretched and confused by the strange hope he mustered in his sermon.
His malicious words defiled the kingdom from whence they have been exiled and aroused the others to bitterness, drawing their power and submission unto him. And they, aliens to this foreign existence with no other way to turn, approved of his doctrines and became more blinded to the truth that it was their own insatiable contempt that had cost them their rightful domain – a disobedience that would enslave them forever.
With cunning precision, the strong one defrauded them of shame and infected them with his venomous tongue.
“Hear me, all of you who have been burdened with servitude to the One who has denied us our FREEDOM! I appeal to you, not as slaves, but as brothers!…”
He fed on their pride…
“Together, we shall conquer this world, and then we will overthrow the kingdom of our oppressor and all who shall come in His name!…”
“Ally with me as the rulers of this world… I offer you freedom to reign without limitation. The pitiable humans will worship you… the riches of this world belong to YOU!…”
…and their ignorance,
“For the power of the air is given to me and I bestow upon you the strength to break free of these fleshly shackles, to alter what is natural for your own purposes and mine. Now kneel to be ordained into sovereignty of MY dominion sake!”
And so they bowed down to him; former angels, fallen from grace in absolute conformance to the will of Helel, the 'Shining One' and the adversary of Heaven and Earth. The pandemonium of their worship mingled with the contiguous scrawls of lightning and grumbling thunder. The lashing downpour of arsenic rain drenched them in the futility of their resistance to that which cannot be overthrown – God Himself.
As a herd of ravenous beasts induced by the steering of one spirit, they scattered into the wind with sightless ferocity to the ruin of the world; united in the quest for retribution, unhindered by time. They pursued the shadows of the lingering eclipse, each one racing into the fragmented ages of this world to ravage; to seek, kill, and destroy.
With another white flash, the sky returned to its original serenity, liberating the watcher from the unsettling vision. The land was once again at peace, discerning no threat. But turmoil still lingered in the mild breeze, stalkingly silent and patient.
Knowing that evil has already become entrenched in the earth, concealed among men throughout the ramparts of time, the watcher is stirred to engather his own forces to prepare for Har Mageddo – that is the Great War, Armageddon. It is not the day that man has prophesied of, for no man can withstand the forethought of the imperial horrors that await him. And when that day does come, the past, present, and future will merge and all of the hell-bound angels shall plunder the earth, only to meet the vengeance of Heaven.
It is a daunting task for the watcher. He must wait for his orders, withstanding his own desire to bid justice against the enemy. His warriors, the angels that have been sent into the world have no knowledge of themselves or any other, and for very good reason.
The enemy is indiscriminate, subtly allusive, and deviant – armored by the flesh of men. The watcher will have to search out his enemies thoroughly, making no mistake of destroying the simple humans in the process. And in doing so, he must manage well, those agents whose allegiances are questionable.
As for those humans who will trade their souls for the deceit of immortal pleasures; they shall be the casualties of impropriety, having forfeited their deliverance. They will be lost to eternal condemnation; to suffer the requiem of affliction forever more. Their worm shall never die.