"It says What!?"

All my years as 3rd legion commander of the Separatist Insurgency Nations could have prepared me for... that. After about 20 years of fighting for reconstruction of the world after all the good people left and the world broke, a rather leading figure in our RnD department came to me. See, he was the top of the line in attempting warp travel in both short distance and long. And he had a hobby. After the rapture, the angels left a few artifacts in their wake in an attempt to completely obliterate the rest of humanity... it either didn't work or hasn't started yet. And on these artifacts were inscriptions. Most of them are intangible, but some of them are bible verses that can be reversed translated... well this scientist came to me with a deciphered alphabet as way to encode messages to and from as an added touch of security.

As he was presenting this to me, I brought the aspect of the stamps on all of our foreheads to mention. After all it's the Same language, and I'd feel rather proud about putting the Matter to rest after all these years. He looked at me and opened his mouth, then closed it then flipped the whiteboard he had to present the cipher on to its other side and started translating....

Which brings us back to here.

"Yes... I-it says 'd-do not harvest, n-not fit for--"

"I heard you the first time dammit." I didn't to get stern at the mad doctor, but the revelation was a little much, even for me.

The doctor sulked a bit. I let out a breath of fatigue and apologized "Sigh... I'm sorry doctor... it's just... all this time we all thought that they left us because they were destined, or they had earned it... not... Not to be culled like cows."

The silence that left was heavy

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"P-perhaps we could avenge t-them?"

"I don't follow"

"You've n-noticed how some of the angels artifacts look like portals?"

Given that I was looking at the head of the field for our own portals, I think I can trust him "go on."

"Activate one of their portals, take the fight back to them"

I stood up and looked out the window, a training ground for troops doubling as a watch point due to its close proximity to the ocean... an ocean permanently stained red, and a blackened sky with no sun, a giant snake like monster breaking the depths for but a moment, daemons either of monsterus proportions, or of rather humanoid appearance, both with intelligence rivaling our own. Contact with the devil had made and a treaty had been made, for even his ultimate evil had felt sympathy for us, for hell had just expanded and we had been plunged into it all.

We had nothing left to lose and everything to gain.

We will not let this cycle continue again.

I grabbed the phone on my desk and rang HQ. "Get me Arch commander, I have a message for her."