supahfly. (supahfly) wrote in holesintheskies, @ 2012-01-07 17:23:00 |
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In the quiet of the night, the sky tore open and from the holes in the skies monsters began to descend upon Earth. Hungry creatures they were -- feeding upon humans, devouring their flesh, their souls. At first people didn't understand what was going on. Was it God's final wrath? Were they beings from another planet? But then they realized that the monsters under their beds, the monsters in the closet, in the basement, under the stairs, in the dark, the creatures children so wisely told adults about, were very real. Nobody had listened to the children before: leave the lights on, they would say, or the boogieman will catch you. No one believed them until it was too late. People were afraid of sitting in front of a computer in the dark; they dreaded any sound that would make them look over their shoulder, afraid a drool-dripping monster could be waiting there. People were afraid of closing their eyes in the shower shower because they could be there when they opened them again, waiting behind the shower curtain. Some would say the only way to defeat the monsters was to stop believing in them -- but how could you when what you were afraid of was so very real? The only solution was war. Soldiers marched against something nobody quite understood or knew how to get rid of. Then civilians picked up their rifles, their lanterns, their courage, their baseball bats, their crowbars their courage, marching alongside the soldiers in hopes that maybe, just maybe, monsters could be defeated by their union. But that was a foolish thought. Monsters were quite happy to see so many people together, in fact -- so much flesh, so much blood; so much skin to enjoy, mutilate and devour. The Devil in its sulfur throne rejoiced. As Earth slowly turned into a wasteland, humans began to lose hope. Governments collapsed and countries became nothing more than empty landscapes. Despair filled the hearts of humans as monsters continued to be vomited upon Earth. Years later, one very silly man decided to turn to the Devil, begging it to give him the strength to fight the monsters. The Devil said yes, of course it would give humans the power necessary to defeat the monsters that wore their skin -- in exchange, however, his soul would become Hell's property forever, condemned to be a slave of the sulfur for eternity. Soon those that were foolish enough and those who had no hope left began to make a Contract with the Devil in exchange for their souls. There was no turning back from that horrible faith, but the power granted upon them -- the power to protect their families and their loved ones -- was sometimes too much of a temptation to turn away from. As monsters began to die, big momma Calathea from above, the Mother Monster that had vomited her children upon Earth, began to get fed up with the Devil's antics. She didn't like what she saw and her wrath took the lives of the sulfur slaves, making sure their souls would not reach the Sulfur King. She bore sons strong enough to take down entire countries and her daughters grew barren so that no hybrid would come from their womb. Those that escaped her anger kept their mouth tightly shut so that they would live. The Devil did not enjoy Calathea's response. As if to punish her from depriving Hell from the souls that rightfully belonged to it, he sent his own children after hers, anger exploding into venomous bees, spitting acid and bile from its mouth. The monsters grew more powerful each passing day and began to see Earth as a comfortable playground for them, terrorizing humans, killing sulfur slaves and hating the Devil's children. The children from humans and monsters, those that escaped Calathea's killing spree, began to align with either monsters or humans, though most kept themselves in neutral ground to avoid the war. Humans continued to battle against monsters; devils and sulfur slaves began to build cities to be guarded by them, keeping human life inside safely away from monsters. Some humans were not happy with these arrangements. Their revolution began as a hush-hush, but the word spread throughout the world. Rebellion then formed underground, exclusive to humans as any other kind could pose a threat to their secrecy (sulfur slaves to the Devil and hybrids to the Mother Monster) -- although some branches would ally themselves with hybrids. With the revolution came more difficulties and humans turned to faith and to a prophet, Sebastien. Speaking through charades that fed the hopes of those that needed it, he told stories of humans taking the Earth back -- or so the true believers say. Six years after Mother Monster descended upon Earth, she and the Devil vanish. This remains a well kept secret, however -- and neither humans nor hybrids nor sulfur slaves are to find out about it. Only the Devil's children know of the Sulfur King's absence; only the monsters know of Calathea's disappearance. They don't know where they went, why or how they left or if they'll ever come back. It's at this time that the true prophet, a simple man from Canada, comes out of his hideout to see just what is going on... |