Title: Burning Religion
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Idea: Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from a religious conviction.
Blaise Pascal (1623 - 1662)
The world was burning.
Ashes in the air settled on his nose, the back of his hands, his hair.
The sky was red and orange, burning with an intensity unrivaled.
He could feel the wind rip the warmth away from him. How ironic, the world was burning and half the population died from hypothermia and frostbite. The other half went up in the blaze.
They yelled their religion to empty air, crying out the apocalypse. It was here, it had arrived. He snorted. It had come so many years ago, and the battle had been lost all those years ago.
He held his gun close. The world was burning, and everything that stalked the night came out to play.
When the two Brothers finally faced each other, long long ago, it had decided the path from there.
Michael and Lucifer had burned everything.
All for paradise they never saw.
He wondered if religion made everyone crazy. Nearly everything that destroyed the world preached religion. Everything, everyone.
He hated religion.
Now though, it didn't really matter.
The world was burning.