The old scrolls tell a story. Each of them contains a world and its fate. There are as many of them as there are worlds in the vast space. That is how it always was, is and will be. And yet the stories were never set in stone. This is why they had to be stored in the Great Library, being kept upon the keen eyes of the Keeper.

The Keeper entered the Great Library. His red cloak and hunch over figure were the only things in the Library which weren’t the scrolls. There were myriads of them, covering everything that there was to cover, even the empty air. And yet the Keeper always knew which scroll told of which world. Even despite the ever expanding nature of Library which itself spanned across all that was is or will be, he never got lost not even once. For it was his task to keep the scrolls old and young in check.

He reached for one of the scrolls. The hood covering his head came down, revealing a spherical head with hundreds of eyes, always watching, always studying and always guarding the scrolls. From under his cloak came many hands which carefully opened its seals. The scroll gracefully rolled down, spanning across the entire length of the Library. It told of a world of demons and angels. Of their beginning, their foolish war and nature. Of how the mighty has fallen, taking his brethren with himself to suffer. Of how the Star has made the nothingness their home, a land of scorched ground, burned forests, ever raging seas and the frozen lands on which no life could be.

Then the scroll told of the lying Black Dragon, the one that spelled the bane of man. Of his hatred towards the Star and man. Of the man and his struggles against the beasts. Of angels and their devotion to man and hatred towards fiends. Of man raising to power, holding dominion over all of the beasts on the earth, in the seas and air.

The Keeper eyes then moved to another paragraph of the scroll. This one told of a purple snake, his foolishness in youth and loyalty to Star. Of his comrades and their unlikely fellowship. Of their journey across the lands, no matter if it will be futile.

Then the Keeper reached yet another paragraph. This one told of old gods. Their might, their menace and ultimately their fall. Of them growing their hatred towards the younger worlds. Of how one of many managed to return. The snake had spoken with one of them.

Another one told of eras, those gone and those who are yet to come. Of its valiant heroes and the beasts that stood in their way. Of their greatness and advances. The snake had appeared here too.

At last he moved to the last paragraph. The Keeper froze with his hands violently shaking, nearly tearing the scroll apart. The tears. The tears have stained the scroll. Their golden outline made the burned out holes even more visible. No, it couldn't be. No, no, it couldn’t happen. It couldn’t. Why now? Why here? The Keeper quickly took more scrolls. All the same. All of them damaged.

Stolen novel; please report.

Has he already started the promised day? Was the Messiah already coming? But why? The scrolls until now were intact, nothing had stained them. So why? No, it had to be a mistake. He wouldn’t act on his own, would he? He knew the consequences of such vile and impudent action. The Keeper froze once more as he felt somebody standing at the entrance to the Great Library.

- You seem to be in distress my dear friend. Have you already seen the signs? Have you seen what happened to scrolls? It is finally time for me

- Ah, gloria, gloria, gloria!- The Keeper had fallen on his knees before the new robbed figure.

The rain poured down on the Vatican as if trying to drown it and its people. Black clouds blocked the sky, not even letting a single ray of sunlight pass through. Along with the clouds came a freezing wind from the north. And yet despite that weather many, but many townsfolk were gathered around the forum romanum, encircling one man. His long brown hair was blown by the wind, covering his face before the crowd, although the gleam in his purple tainted eyes have made people mutter between themselves. His brown robes have been stained by the mud that long flooded the streets just as was his wooden rod that he always held in his right hand despite still being a young man.

- People of the Vatican!- his voice full of vigor quickly made the crow go silent. He took a glance at those around him. Mostly simple folks, dressed in robes no better than his own, a bunch of nobles who came to see what the commotion was about, of course in the company of their private guardsmen, and even two generals from the very royal army itself- I see you gathered here before me, questioning why has your God left you. And here I ask you; Had you done his bindings? Had you bowed to him everyday? Had you made sacrifices to him? Of course you did and yet He had punished you. He abandoned you and now you turn to me- the crowd once again got lively. The nobles were shaking their heads, the two generals exchanged glances with each other and the poor folks were divided, either agreeing with him or some calling him blasphemous.

- You turn to me because His angels cannot protect you any longer. The demons that He had allowed to live run amok, terrorizing our lands, burning our towns and villages, and killing our children. And when those beasts tear us apart, where is He and his love? Liar was the one who called Him love- the chattering between people got even louder. Even more were agreeing with him. One of the generals had vanished and some noblemen were making their way out.

- You turn to me because there in none that can protect you. Your God abandoned you and your kings are sending you to a slaughter. Sacrificing you to please the beasts and sending your men to a war against them and those who you call infidels. And where, oh where are the graves of those who had fallen to serve the righteousness? Have they been buried on the ground where they have been born? Or are they scattered on the foreign land?!

- People of the Vatican! You turn to me because you know that your time is coming to an end. That your kingdom is doomed to fall. That without God and kings you have nowhere to go. And you turn to me because you know that those who heed my word shall be spared from the madness that will fall upon us. The Messiah is coming! Those who will not heed of his or my word shall fall upon his feet, begging for forgiveness. Yet there will be none! Only those that will follow me will get to live, as I am his prophet

- Nigh is madness and nigh is eternity. Nigh is time in which those from Old God will weep and nigh is time of our triumph. Nigh is Messiah and his judgment