The year was 2029, the end of an awful decade that somehow seemed to keep getting worse. Plagues, famines environmental disasters one after the other after the other. Humanities hope in any higher power was dwindling across the globe , In retrospect I guess that’s why they acted so soon.
It was bright day in an increasingly hot august, the sun outside melting the asphalt, the heat inside melting me. I heard a loud noise, a high pitched unnatural scream followed by a blindingly inescapable golden light. The whole neighbourhood had the same idea as we congregated on the driveways, eyes wide at the scene unfolding above us.
A bright, piercing golden light was hovering about 100ft off the ground, a human silhouette shrouded within. Two blurry protrusions stuck out at either side, moving back and forth in a familiar fashion. To anyone who grew up with weekly church outings, nightly prayers and those poorly done paintings of baby Jesus hanging on every wall it was very obvious what this mid air creature was.
An Angel.
I hadn’t been to church since my parents passed but it was still there in me, a belief in something more, something greater, and a hope of a heaven beyond death where I could see them again. My body filled with a warmth, a relief almost as I collapsed to my knees in reverence, Palms pressed together in front of me. My neighbours followed suit as the angel slowly descended. I’d never believed in angels, and knew that if by some chance they did exist they’d look nothing like the beautiful, sculpted creatures from the imaginations of the likes of Michelangelo. But as it got closer, as the glow started to dissipate and the figure within it came into focus that is EXACTLY what it was. Flowing hair, white robe, unimaginable beauty, this thing even had a halo. It didn’t speak a word, it didn’t have to, it just held out it’s palms to those around it beckoning all to come closer.
We gathered around it, tightly packed in a circle all pushing and shoving to be the closest one to it. The light was expanding from it, our bodies disappearing beneath us, we were going somewhere, we were going home. I reached out my hand towards it, I just wanted a touch of the divinity of this creature before my chance was lost, but as my hand passed through the golden particles that should have been flesh it’s eyes shifted towards me. Gone was the warmth and hope, it’s eyes were cold and endless, an unfeeling void of despair . It’s eyes were death and I had gone there willingly. What had I done what had I —
I awoke to screams of anguish and horrors beyond my darkest imagination, a scene from no horror movie as no human could possibly imagine the atrocities that were occurring in front of me. The once angel had shed its golden glow, replaced with the cold sheen of wet flesh and sharp angles, it’s unnaturally long limbs cracking back into place as it returned to all fours.
A group on my right ran for it, there was no discernible exit in sight but it can’t be worse than staying here. But before I could get to my feet they were gone, smeared into the flooring in a paste of flesh, bone and cloth fragments. A human patè. I quickly sat back down. Cold eyes caught mine and It—
I don’t know how many years have passed but I know I’m never leaving here. It’s only a matter of time before I’m processed. I hope it’s quick.
The above is an excerpt from ‘Papers found on a Harvester ship’ found over twenty years ago in the time of the great rapture. Much of its contents has been embellished, some too horrific to be included. Since discovering the true meaning of the sin mark, a mark the remaining were scarred with, rescue missions and harvester recon have discovered many journals and scribblings like it. “Do not harvest, not fit for consumption” were the marks words, translated too late for the 3.2 billion lost souls.
This young man’s body was never found.
ohmeohmyohmuffins t1_j9nyw1q wrote
Reply to [WP] After the Christian Rapture happened to everyone's considerable shock, those left behind (and those born to them after) all had a strange, unremovable marking appear on their foreheads. It took decades to translate, but the result was horrifying; "Do not harvest, not fit for consumption." by savagekingsavage
The year was 2029, the end of an awful decade that somehow seemed to keep getting worse. Plagues, famines environmental disasters one after the other after the other. Humanities hope in any higher power was dwindling across the globe , In retrospect I guess that’s why they acted so soon. It was bright day in an increasingly hot august, the sun outside melting the asphalt, the heat inside melting me. I heard a loud noise, a high pitched unnatural scream followed by a blindingly inescapable golden light. The whole neighbourhood had the same idea as we congregated on the driveways, eyes wide at the scene unfolding above us. A bright, piercing golden light was hovering about 100ft off the ground, a human silhouette shrouded within. Two blurry protrusions stuck out at either side, moving back and forth in a familiar fashion. To anyone who grew up with weekly church outings, nightly prayers and those poorly done paintings of baby Jesus hanging on every wall it was very obvious what this mid air creature was.
An Angel.
I hadn’t been to church since my parents passed but it was still there in me, a belief in something more, something greater, and a hope of a heaven beyond death where I could see them again. My body filled with a warmth, a relief almost as I collapsed to my knees in reverence, Palms pressed together in front of me. My neighbours followed suit as the angel slowly descended. I’d never believed in angels, and knew that if by some chance they did exist they’d look nothing like the beautiful, sculpted creatures from the imaginations of the likes of Michelangelo. But as it got closer, as the glow started to dissipate and the figure within it came into focus that is EXACTLY what it was. Flowing hair, white robe, unimaginable beauty, this thing even had a halo. It didn’t speak a word, it didn’t have to, it just held out it’s palms to those around it beckoning all to come closer.
We gathered around it, tightly packed in a circle all pushing and shoving to be the closest one to it. The light was expanding from it, our bodies disappearing beneath us, we were going somewhere, we were going home. I reached out my hand towards it, I just wanted a touch of the divinity of this creature before my chance was lost, but as my hand passed through the golden particles that should have been flesh it’s eyes shifted towards me. Gone was the warmth and hope, it’s eyes were cold and endless, an unfeeling void of despair . It’s eyes were death and I had gone there willingly. What had I done what had I —
I awoke to screams of anguish and horrors beyond my darkest imagination, a scene from no horror movie as no human could possibly imagine the atrocities that were occurring in front of me. The once angel had shed its golden glow, replaced with the cold sheen of wet flesh and sharp angles, it’s unnaturally long limbs cracking back into place as it returned to all fours.
A group on my right ran for it, there was no discernible exit in sight but it can’t be worse than staying here. But before I could get to my feet they were gone, smeared into the flooring in a paste of flesh, bone and cloth fragments. A human patè. I quickly sat back down. Cold eyes caught mine and It—
I don’t know how many years have passed but I know I’m never leaving here. It’s only a matter of time before I’m processed. I hope it’s quick.
The above is an excerpt from ‘Papers found on a Harvester ship’ found over twenty years ago in the time of the great rapture. Much of its contents has been embellished, some too horrific to be included. Since discovering the true meaning of the sin mark, a mark the remaining were scarred with, rescue missions and harvester recon have discovered many journals and scribblings like it. “Do not harvest, not fit for consumption” were the marks words, translated too late for the 3.2 billion lost souls. This young man’s body was never found.