There I was, a lone figure shrouded in rags covered in dried blood with maggots everywhere. A lone soul walking a long journey along the barren plains of despair where hardly a breeze blows.
A starless night sky adds to my overwhelming feeling of desolation, and I trudge onwards into the unknown weary and lonely, weary from the torture of eternity, the lone pain of true immortality.
I walk; and as my footsteps echo in my head I find time to contemplate the passing of the millennia. A millennia of blood and death. A millennia He ruled with sword and might.
I remember with great clarity the coming of the GodSon to mortal realm…a desperate attempt by the one above to gain the upper hand in his eternal battle against Him.
The GodSon was thus born to a virgin mother and blessed was he by all of Heaven’s Angels and soon with the passing of each day, he grew and so did his believers and followers.
And God did allow himself a smirk at his wisdom in sending the GodSon to mortal realm.
A smirk that he would rue for eternity for the one single show of self satisfaction would lead to the untimely death of the GodSon.
Know this mortals, the words that ye believe to be true about the GodSon’s demise as is described in detail telescopic in the “holy” book are but false and untrue, Hear these words for true they are, for I was there…
A mute witness to the brutal slaying of the GodSon and all his stubborn followers.
“The sky was dark and the earth was covered in black…the earth stopped spinning and the oceans were quite as a stillborn baby and not a single sound could be heard from all the realms…it was but the calm before the storm. The GodSon did gather all his “blind” followers and armed them did he to make his last stand upon the crest of the tallest peak, for he knew today it would be his doom. And then a blood curdling sound of a baying hound broke the silence and they knew then, that blood would flow like a river in spate for He was coming.
‘Stand ye strong friends, for God is on our side and if we should fall in battle today then we shall fall proud and honest…we shall fall as Heroes’
So spoke the GodSon in a valiant but vain attempt to still his own fear of death. The earth started shaking and upon the horizon did they sight Him, leading the Undead Horde, The Burning Legions of Hell! Astride Cerberus was He, shod in armor black as the abyss, towering above all and He unsheathed that evil sword He calls Bloodlust for reasons sound and in an instant He was upon the forsaken armies of the GodSon. And Heaven could only weep in silent agony at the merciless annihilation of everything they held dear.”
Bodies lay scattered, limbs were strewn around and blood flowed like water and it soon came to be that only the GodSon stood alive before Him…with one mighty slash of His sword, the GodSon was slain and Lo high did He hold the beheaded head of the GodSon above Him and He roared shaking the very foundations of Heaven, Hell and all in between and beyond…God wept and He retreated back to His Unholy Castle of Sin and placed the skull of the GodSon atop his Throne Of Skulls…
The skulls of a thousand GodSons!
And God did then visit Jesus of Nazareth and make him believe that he was the GodSon and soon was he crucified by the betrayal of one who called himself Judas…and to this day ye mortals worship Jesus…a mortal very much like ye all…
Feasting upon the blood of a thousand virgins, the Demon Knight thinks about the irony of it all
and he smirks…