The End
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The world is ending. The Bible got it right. People were saved in the beginning. The ones God deemed worthy, I suppose. I wasn't one of them... Neither was my family. Watching some of my friends float into the sky to salvation was the easy part. It was hard to see my friends die when they came to the surface. Lucifer's army was never-ending. They came in waves all over the world. It started in the largest of cities. The National Guard tried to shoot them but it didn't work. It was like it didn't even affect them. They took people at random and killed some. Others they simply left. My family was one of the fortunate that were left. It's been six years and yet I feel like it's been an eternity. Our small town has been destroyed. In fact most cities are. The only ones that aren't are the ones that the demons have taken over. The gorgeous buildings are how we know who's in there. Few people are summoned to them learn their 'demonic ways' as they put it. Now I'm one of them. I'm one of the few.
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