They wail.
Blood bubbles - a sea of crimson. The sky brightens as the divine beings descend. Hark! The trumpets bring the news. The time has come; the beginning is near.
They cry.
The world is dying. The world is dying and it is time for it to rest peacefully. Orbs of light fall upon the earth as if they are delicate snowflakes on a winter morning. Rebirth will be brought about soon. All shall be reborn. All shall be reset.
Let all be blessed.
Let all suffer.
They scream.
They know what will happen. They know what is in store for them. Divine retribution is in order. Be punished, sinner. For eternity, endure your punishment. An endless loop. A vicious cycle. Face him. Face him over and over and over until you are deemed worthy of redemption.
(and they know that they will never be worthy, for the last remnants of their grace has evaporated, for their selfish, hypocritical fulfillment clouds their judgment, for God truly is cruel and unforgiving.)
Everything dissolves and blurs and they...they have seen the truth too late.
(they feel all that he has felt.)
Love is real. Love is beautiful. Love is painful. Love is torture.
His name rips through their lips.
As the world is born anew, they yell in agony,
in sadness,
in regret.