Hemonaris - Plague of the Blood Star

Chapter 1 - The Sacrifice

100 Billion Humans on planet Earth... (Sighs...) where do I even begin.  

It has been fascinating that every single soul on earth. Every bio-mass, every life, every insect, and every human being is fond of this rule... To live, reproduce, and die. Too cliche a' no?

What if every single insect undergoes domination. What would happen to all human beings? That is the goal of Hemonaris. Hemo-blood, naris-nose. Kind'of a laughingstock name for a planet...

But what fun does it gives when every blue moon, a million people die. I've never watched our fleet battled through time, but now was the time. It was the time for slaughter once more. A time for sacrifice.

The fleet that battled through centuries remained unchanged, but its dominant name was always changing. From fleet Alpha Zero to fleet Delta Eight hundred and three, these words reminded me of what heaven feels like... Eternity.

But I have never doubted our fleet leviating from earth. That was from advent year 2074 the moment we realized that we're under attack from Hemonaris. It wasn't so much of a sight for extraterrestrial life, as if it was of a sight of a miracle, a God to be exact. To put it simply, we were exalted from this universe. A universe full of questions than answers.

The questions that we were about to unfold were mysteries of the universe. The Fermi Paradox was solved, because of this one extraterrestrial.

Anyhow... as I was deviating from the topic I could only imagine the horrors of those experts who studied this phenomenon. I could only shed a tear from the rampaging heart of what is known as a blood-nose planet.

As I am writing this journal, The Sacrifice will commence nearly below thirty earth-days from now. It has been at-least ten thousand years since the day we left planet Earth. Ever since then, we haven't heard from it, since.

Since we are colonial species, we kept vow to our thread that every planet we reach, is off to a colonial pitch. The thing, however, is that every once in a while, people get used to the fact that every single human soul will die. This kept me awoke for years... Non-stop insomnia hit me as I dove beneath the ocean of truth:

"For every century that is met by a dying pulstar, a mass sacrifice must be made to Hemonaris."

That is what they-thaught us, and that is what I am implied to believe. Over the time, I wasn't so sure if living makes sense anymore, as for a couple of months, half of us are going to vanish by mere lightspeed anyways.

It was only for a couple of time that we will all know, and a light second apart is what only mattered to all of the survival of our fleet. What mattered however, is that this queen is needed to be dethroned, we are diving into its blood and soil no matter what happens.

But it's alright. Even though I've never accepted that right now I am the embodiment of Schrodinger's cat, I've always imagined how this fight will end.

"Every single soul will  perish from the  depths of her blood..."

Well that's what I think would happen. That always happens... It's bound to happen, it's made to happen, and it will is as it is.

Currently, I am twenty-two years old since my day of birth was of yesterday. But ever since, I've never been in sorrow just as every body else does.

Anyhow, this ends my log for today... It wasn't that long as I intended it to be. There's just a little bit of rant about philosophy. But my intention is clear, and I know that I already knew it all along.

- Log 744 -
- Sangui Veta -