“And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.”
- Revelation 13:1
Here’s the elevator pitch, kid. This is the End of the World. Like, for real. It’s coming soon, and there’s only a few of us in the loop. Most people have no clue that they’re hurtling towards their inevitable Old-Testament-ending, so they just go on like nothing is happening. They’re happy to stick their head in the sand, commute to their shitty jobs, and spend their paychecks on shit they don’t need. They watch television, argue about politics, and pay lip service to the notion of being good people. For the most part, humanity is content to look inward and ignore the Armageddon, and that’s pretty much how I prefer it.
I used to think that it was all bullshit, you know? God, the Bible, the Devil, all of it. When I was a kid I was too smart for my own damn good, and I was twelve years old when I decided that God didn’t exist. As a young man I wasn’t much better, either – I spent the next twenty years of my life with my head firmly up my own logical ass. The supernatural didn’t jive with my worldview, you know?
And then, on my 33rd birthday, as my wife and I were walking back to the car after a lovely night at the opera, I saw an angel.
A fucking angel.
Yeah sure, it was beautiful, but it was beautiful in the same way that a forest fire is beautiful. It burned everything that it touched. It burned my life down that night. It killed my wife in front of me and then just looked at me with a sad, pitying expression. I have no idea why it targeted her specifically, or why it didn’t kill me, or what the fuck it was even doing there. What I do know is that seeing that angel opened my eyes to the wider world, and I’ve been fighting ever since.
And if you think that the angels are the “good guys”, you are dead fucking wrong. There are no good guys.