“I have come for something that is mine…”
So said the great voice from the sky…
A huge, circular disc-like craft, tremendous in size and glowing
golden and white like a heavenly thing, hung massive in the
sky.
In front of it, a huge, kindly looking face with the same glowing
quality issued forth words which shook the very Earth with
their volume and grandeur; yet, few upon the surface were
terribly afraid… Awe was their attitude, and they gazed
transfixed upon the alien thing and took in its every word.
Visible to all men in every significant place upon their world,
leaders, public figures and the general population in these
parts heard its mighty, kindly words…
The words seemed to fill all men with a comforting, enticing
warmth, and it almost seemed to them that they too must
surely be glowing and radiating heavenly hues just like the face
and the craft…
The voice continued: “For centuries, I have roamed the great
universe without my prized possession, that which I had
created millennia ago for my pleasure and my own designs… In
times long past, I conferred the greater part of my power upon
the beings of this planet, in order that I may watch and see
how beings of lesser natures and abilities may handle and
wield this great power, for my own amusement! But now, I have
grown tired of this display on your part… You are predictable,
weak, pathetic in your uses and interactions with one
another… There is no more art, no more flair, no more terrible
beauty in what you do with my creation… So now, know this,
you who call yourselves “Humans”- I have come for what is
mine, and I shall take it, and you will not resist me, for I am
greater!”
Having said this, the face in the sky grew yet more brilliant; it
became a glare of intense, soundless heat and glory, and it
seemed to the people of Earth that the ground beneath their
feet shook and their minds, their hearts, their very souls shook
with it, and a strange, tingling sensation came upon all on the
surface, as though some great force or power were at work in
their minds!
Then, like a bolt of intense lightning, through the minds of all
men shot an incredible vision- but nay, not a hallucination or
dream of the feverish night, but something familiar, something
terrible, something horrible by way of its reality both in the
past and the present…
History, past events, all of the great wars and the great
sufferings, the massacres, the outbursts of wild rage,
starvation, cruelties, violence and terror, all of these real and
frightening things enraptured and horrified all men…
For hours, the torment lasted… Then, just as it seemed that all
men must surely expire and wither in their state of extreme
terror, the torment ceased, and a great calm descended upon
all…
It was a calm that man had not known for many centuries…
It existed, not just at the cessation of the great torment, but
constantly, for all men; and, seemingly, now for all time…
The face and the strange craft had now vanished from the
skies…
Gradually, a state of peace and harmony spread across the
Earth; wars ceased, greed ended, hunger and mistreatment
were replaced by unprecedented charity and kindness towards
the needy and afflicted…
No more were the savage, thoughtless murders, the cruel
domestic scenes, or the terrible acts of violence which once
filled the world to its very brim…
Now, there was peace…
Not for now…
Not for a while…
Not for a very long while…
But forever…
Or so it seemed to mankind…
Years passed, and the peace surely continued…
Then, one day, when it should have been day, it was night…
It was the blackest night the world had ever known…
And then, in the great ebony skies above, appeared a fearful
sight which all men saw; the great, circular craft preceded by
an otherworldly face- but this time, gone was the glorious glow,
the exuding of calm and glory; instead, a terrible mass of
writhing malevolence and powerful malice was upon the face,
which was of a scarlet, ghastly hue…
Its craft was a black, terrible thing, full of lightning and strong
winds, and an overwhelming sense of threat…
For a time, the whole world gazed on in horror; then, from the
thing above, shone a terrible light which blinded all men who
looked upon it intently, their eyes melting and turning to
mush… And around the craft seemed to gather scarlet, reddish
clouds which rained, not water, but blood upon the surface of
the Earth, and many drowned in its terrible warmth and thick,
overwhelming texture…
And, for those who survived these terrors, a great fear and
dread overcame them, so that they went about screaming and
wailing out of their fear, and they destroyed themselves and
their fellow men in awful ways…
Finally, the calamity ceased, and again there was peace on the
Earth…
But this was the peace of death, of decay, of emptiness…
From the sky, though no man lived to hear it, issued a terrible
laugh, mocking, sardonic, grotesque…
And then, though no man existed to see it, the alien being
departed from the dead world, taking with it its terrible
creation, its power, its dreadful might, its magnum opus: Evil!

(Copyright Daniel Macintyre 02/10/2025 protectmywork.com)