Eden.

Armageddon.

Ginnungagap.

Ragnarok.

Satya Yuga.

Kali Yuga.

B'reishit.

Quiyamah.

A beginning.

And an end.

It's the one unfaltering rule, any and everywhere: everything that is will, inevitably, cease to be.

But what are we supposed to do, when the end never arrives?

This world is a dreadful place to call home. We all know it.

We are told that we're lucky. We are told that we are lucky, because we are not burned on pyres and hung in the streets. We are told that we are lucky, because we are not forced into exiled like our forefathers and mothers. We are told that we are lucky because we do not wear the shackles our forefathers did. We are told that we are lucky because we are free to use the gifts given to us.

But we are not lucky. We are not lucky, because we are still slaughtered everyday. We are not lucky, because we are outcasts, even among the crowded city streets. We are not lucky, because we have traded iron chains for a life of a thousand rules made by men envious of what we could do and angered by what they couldn't understand. We are not lucky, because we are not free.

They will never accept us. They will never yield their control, no matter how we plead.

There's a reason they cannot do what we can. There is a reason that they loathe us so greatly.

Gods once lived among us. They were beings of such great power that they could shape reality to suite their every whim. They could cause the fall of a civilization with a sweep of their hand, while uplifting another with the raising of another.

Our gods were a force not even nature could defy.

And our ancestors worshiped them. We gave them our devotion and loyalty, and they kept us safe. We built them temples and they blessed us with a fraction of their power.

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But humanity feared the gods. They loathed them. Because the gods had a power that they could never wield for themselves. Because they knew that the gods could not be controlled.

And so they chased away our gods. They hunted them and banished them from our world.

But they couldn't take away our gifts.

We are a walking reminder of their sins, and for that, they despise us.

They know they do not deserve our gifts. They know that we were blessed in ways they would never be.

And so they try to control us, and when we cannot be controlled. They destroy us.

They tell us that we are free. That we are lucky to be free. All in hopes that we will take their abuse laying down.

We will not.

We will not run away.

We will not hide

We will not accept that this is our fate.

Our gods are gone. But their power still runs through our veins.

Our gods are gone. But their voices still speak through our cries.

Our gods are gone. But they live on through us.

What do we do, when the end never arrives?

The answer is simple, really. It was given to us by our gods, in the very beginning.

If the end never arrives, we must take up the mantle left behind by our gods.

If the end never arrives, we must become the very gods we lost.

If the end never arrives, we have no choice but to take fate into our own hands.

If the end never arrives, we have no choice but to become our own apocalypse.

A Note:

I hope you liked my villain's monologue(or a snippets of it, anyway). I'm going to try to keep this note short and sweet.

I want to preface this by saying: This is going to be weird. This is a project I intend to transform into a webcomic, and as such, I chose to write this in a format that would ideally make it easier to make that transition. This is not written as a script. I despise writing scripts with a passion, and I give my respects to writers who can and enjoy writing them. But I will not be doing that; personally I would rather eat my hands.

The goal was to have something that was readable, but also something that followed to flow of what I imagine the comic to look like, rather than a traditional novel(my preferred medium). Characters are going to be introduced by name immediately, with physical descriptions for important or reoccurring characters at the bottom of each part(upon their initial introduction). Once I figure this digital art thing out, I'll probably post their reference sheets as I go about making them.

This story is told in 4 separate arcs, the first 3 happen simultaneously, with the final arc that ties everything together. Each arc is separated into six major parts that I have deemed Chapters, for simplicities sake, and each chapter is split up into 10-20 Scenes. Scenes are similar to what you'd find in an actual script. I'll hopefully be posting one of these scenes every week, as long as my buffer allows.

This is a story I've been working on for years. There were two other iterations of this story that I wrote in the past and I was never happy with the result, so this is my attempt to make it into something that accurately tells the story I'm trying to share. I suppose we'll find out if it works.

If I haven't scared you away, welcome, and I hope you enjoy your ride through my own personal hell. Buckle your seatbelts, and keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times.