"WE SHALL DO GOD'S WORK BROTHERS!" the pope preached as men, women and children were gathered near to the pile of wood. "ALL OF YOU ARE LOST CHILDREN OF GOD AND GOD SHALL FIND YOU AGAIN!" he continued "THROUGH THE PURIFYING FLAMES GOD WILL RAISE YOU UP AND YOU SHALL MEET HIM!" He said to the city. "ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE GLAD WE CHOSE YOU" he started to have a deranged smile. "SO CELEBRATE THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION!" "Daddy I'm scared" a little girl whispered but the pope heard it. "DO NOT BE AFRAID YOUNG ONE, ALL OF YOU CHILDREN SHALL MEET THE LORD!"

On that day the people killed by the church were indeed rescued by God. The consequence of that was God's disgust. As the holy being no longer cared to balance and supervise that world other beings came soon after and the world fell into chaos.

As God left something slipped through. God decided that it was a good idea to leave that planet and never looked back. He should have looked back as 'it' was born. A creature born of ceremony and blood and flames. Caused by devotion not directed correctly. As the world burned the devourer grew. Oh how it grew.