Before the Eclipse.

The gods think the war ended when Milentos was locked away.
They're wrong.

Heaven and Hell are open. Not conquered. Not invaded. Just... open.
People are wandering into places they were never meant to see and coming back changed - or not coming back at all. The worst part? Nobody knows why. Not the gods. Not the angels. Not even Time, and that bloke hates being wrong.

I'm John Merrix. Former soldier. Accidental immortal. Professional disappointment.
I survived the end of the universe, turned down the job of cosmic executioner, and now I'm watching reality forget its own rules while everyone argues about procedure.

The old gods are back, fighting old wars against things that don't care about victory anymore. Ares is dead. War didn't stop - it just got quieter and smarter. I cope with it the only way I know how: bad jokes, worse habits, and enough weed to keep me from calculating how easy it would be to make things final.

Something older than gods is stirring. It doesn't want to judge us.
It doesn't want to correct us.
It just wants to wake up.

And if it does, laughing might be the last human thing left to do.

- John Merrix