I contacted my agents after I got my thoughts together. These angels I'd tasked with surveillance of humanity and it's inner workings since they were little more than slightly smarter monkeys. I did it to make sure humanity didnt destroy itself early on but now...now they are being used to incite terror and violence.

I hate that there aren't many alternatives to this plan.

I ordered my agents to falsify and communicate threats from various major powers to others that they already had shaky relations with. They made sure that the messages were consistent with their opposites and were real, credible threats. I had just let an angry bull loose on the world theater and everyone was scrambling for weapons.

I received fewer calls from my friends but I ignored them all the same. The Omens, as I called my various alarms, were becoming more numerous and clearer. The worldwide aurora had be one to resolve itself into numerous deformed silhouettes of angels, or at least they're the popular belief of what we look like. They are as spread out and numerous as clouds except they appeared everywhere and they didn't turn with the planet, they only moved closer to it.

The religius communities were going on about rapture and the end times. The conspiracy theorists were shouting about aliens and Overlord Xenu's...and probes.

Eew.

Everybody else was just waiting for something to happen, for the signs to mean something. A week later their attention was pointed firmly back on earth when the declarations of war started ringing out. Many were probably going insane at this point. What else was next, was the devil going to appear and start proclaiming the apocalypse?

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I had instructed that the communications be accompanied by articles from many news sources that bespoke utilization of the most heinous weapons of mass destruction. Even when my agents reported that publicly the various governments were feining calm and scoffing at the claims, they also reported that secret meetings were going on to restart production of said banned weapons. Hush orders were also being put on everyone involved, including the workers, so I reinforced that with compulsions on them all.

What those abominations that "God" twisted don't know, won't hurt them.

I just received a mental ping from "Jersey Devil" about a group of Satanists apparently preparing for a ritual. They are going to try to summon Satan at midnight tonight because they believe the signs mean Satan is going to appear and rule over the earth. I tell him to monitor them for signs of that corrupting power that "God" now wields.

As much as I don't want to see humanity snuffed out I will order the deaths of any who are being manipulated by It. Sasquatch reports increased human activity in various forests, most of them vile acts. He doesn't even need an order before he is off to slaughter those despicable humans. I task Wicca with returning the victims of these acts to safe areas outside these forests, for that purpose I allow her to take on the form of a classic angel with wings and white flowing robe. With that unpleasantness done and over, I return to monitoring the political situation around the world.

I decided to personally look into what was being newly developed or reintroduced for the purposes of warfare. Sometimes...sometimes even I don't look forward to the future of mankind. Though only the most abhorrent manmade weapons and chemicals could stand a chance against planet killing corruption.

As I was lost in these depressing thoughts I felt it's power descend upon Earth. Although the signals were individual and small, I knew for sure.

It was soon to arrive and I just hoped that total annihilation wasn't the outcome.