PROLOGUE

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Supernova's all black nano suit shines orange in the light of the twin torches in front of him. Jungle trees and vines line the surrounding temple. The twenty foot stone doors before him stare back. He walks over to it, and lightly pushes. The doors don't budge. He pulls his arm back, bends his elbows at his waist, and straight punches the door. The stone cracks and explodes inward, breaking him into the temple. The ceiling is in the shape of an A, and as tall as the trees surrounding the building, with the light naturally coming through the stained glass roof, and the dimly lit candles lining the wall. Supernova explores the room, and comes to a halt. A man in all white stands on a platform in the front of the room, with a spotlight of moonlight through a large circular window, shining on him. He stands straight, arms behind his back, and looking up at the window. The shine of the moon bounces off of the man's mask as figures start to stand on both sides of him, on ground level. Supernova looks to the people standing. All black robes, hoods up, and shoeless. They all start humming deeply in unison. Supernova looks back up to the man in white. The man holds his fist up and all the humming stops. They all go back on their knees and look to the ground.

"Welcome." The mans deep voice calmly greets.

"What is all of this?" Supernova asks.

"You're a smart man, right?" The man says slowly turning around, disregarding his question.

"This has to stop, now." Supernova angrily says walking forward.

The robed people stand and face him in seconds, threatening him with action. The man in white holds his hand up again, and they kneel back down.

"I don't think you're smart." The man says. "If you were, You'd understand."

"Enough. Either you come with me peacefully, or this ends for you, now."

"I so wish you'd place as much effort in being confident, in embracing what we are."

"We aren't anything."

"You aren't anything." The man in white says to him. "I am God."

The humming of the robed people start again. God gets onto the tips of his all white, seamless boots, and slowly floats downward. The moonlight glistens in his all white skin tight suit, with gold lining throughout, and gold lenses covering his eyes. The robed people stand and back away as God lands, with both arms extended outward, in the shape of a cross. He lands and folds his arms behind his back once again.

"When you are given divinity, you must be divine." God forebodingly states. "I am God."

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