The Day God Falls: The Beginning of Everything that Will End

PROLOGUE-A: Humanity's Perspective

A fateful day for humanity in their Homeworld, until all of a sudden a dark figure descends from the sky above.

"I am [REDACTED]. The herald of destruction. I have descended from mankind to pass judgeme-"

The humans have seen and heard enough. The great dark gloomy figure descending from a rift of void within the fabric of reality amidst the sky, it has come to bring ruin to humanity.

Long have we waited for an opportunity to test out the full capability of our lethality and malice as human beings. It has been a few millennia and eons since we last left Earth, yet our true power has yet to be discovered. We played God. We fiddle with the fabric of existence, we modify the structure that makes us "us", we rule over men, we rule over other men, we rule over other species, we rule other planets, yet this one dark figure stands between the conquest of humanity and the universe, or even the expanse of unknown that exists far beyond the human eye or the most advance observation piece that we have.

We bring out our most powerful weapon. This is a TYPE-EX Weapon that can decimate even through the fabric of existence, it is our most recent and strongest weapon, but we have made it the time after we have conquered everything and everyone, so we are unsure whether the theories and hypothesis about it was true.

Yet with great fear and desperation gripping our hearts, we released this weapon and aimed it at the figure. Then they released every missile in our arsenal at the creature too.

We fire it. A long black, slim streak pierces through the figure. As it reaches the Horizon of our vision, a seemingly visible in all angles void widens and starts engulfing the figure. We do not know if it is harming the figure, as everything around the void distorts and freezes in our line of sight. A magnificent vision we see where in our perspective the missiles freeze just outside within the void.

But then, In the blink of an eye, everything happened all at once. A large boom happened. A very sleek and loud pitch decimated everyone's hearing within a very large area. Complete destruction. Utter annihilation. Absolute Desolation. As if a thousand stars fell from the sky. We looked away, but in a second, everything ended. There was destruction, here and there. Everything was engulfed in inferno and in a thick neon glare that distorts and compromises the light of the explosion area.

We were in fear, was this the doing of the figure and the beast? We cried. We wailed. We despaired.

But then, a realization strikes us. The damage was not done by the figure. Based on analysis that the on-site researchers documented and researched, the damage was not done by the figure. It was done by us.

How? Simple. The first strike already decimated the figure. The figure we feared so much, the one we revered and thought God. It was there, he whom we thought was so great, is leagues inferior to us apparently. But we see the catastrophe and ruin of our own weapons to us.