Lantern2814's Tales

The Book of Revelations has been, and likely will always be, the final authority. It’s like the grand finale of some brilliant and beautiful story. I suppose that is what it is, isn’t it? The end of a book. Revelations, after all, is the last book in the New Testament. But to the more theistic of us, it’s a mixed message. Sure, heaven comes down to Earth. Sounds perfect. But if you read Revelations a little closer, well… it’s Armageddon. No other way of putting it.

So when John received the message to spread the word to the 7 churches of Asia, he did just that. You see, the number seven might not have a lot of significance in the Bible, but it certainly does have some ties in the Judaistic lore, namely to the archangels.

… You know, Gabriel? Michael? Holy warriors of God? They’re the second most powerful things in this universe. There was a church set up for each of ‘em. So John ran around the world to send his desperate message to the second-in-command. Looks real dedicated, right? God sending John out to inform the warriors in waiting, nice reason. But that isn’t why John sent the messages. He was afraid. So he gathered some of the disciples.

Now, s’far as I was told, that’s how we started. A bunch of foolish and sinful humans, taking on God himself. We were so little at the time, you know? Romans really hated Judaism, sure, but they hated Christianity more. Byzantium was one of the few solaces for a long while. Luckily enough, ol’ Byzantium was in store for some inprovements once we clawed our way to the top of the seven hills of Rome.

From there, Europe was simple. Have the Islamic branches fake an invasion, get one of our head officers made into a hero, and done. The resulting Holy Roman Empire with Charlemagne was a stroke of genius, I gotta say. Unfortunately, we got a bit corrupt recently.

Well, not all of us. Just a third of the whole organization, honestly, but it's been a big deal. They broke that truce we had between each of the factions. Christianity broke the truce with the Inquisition. I mean, think of it like this: We're all friends, nearly brothers. But then the little guy we just helped, the one who should be thankful? He turns on everyone.

It's not that they have plotted for world domination, really. When you think about it, it's inevitable. We're humans, and we sin. We could never challenge Yahweh, and I think we've always known that.

So here I am. I'm staying behind here, in a small barn in the Pyrenees. I know they'll find me. And you know what, I'm not going to lie. I'm of the Judaistic faith. I'm not scared of the Habsburgs. They're pathetic. I just pray, please.

Oh Michael, the warrior; give me the strength.
Oh Raphael, the healer; prepare me for the pain.
Oh Gabriel, the messenger; let this story reach someone.
And Lord, please; Do not let this be the end.