Prologue.
He was tired.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of watching.
Tired of being.
But most of all, He was tired of them. They scurried around His domain like rats in a maze. Contaminating it with their sins. Poisoning His sanctuary. And all the could do was watch and wait.
Wait, until the light receded and the darkness consumed. Then. Only then could He take His revenge.
Cast aside those who abandoned the light. Those that taint it. Destroy it. And hell shall arise from the their ashes.
He would be there.
Always Waiting.
Always Watching.
Always Being.