For as long as humanity can remember, they've believed they are the creatures loved by the gods. Blessed with intellect, potential, and happiness.
Yes, they thought God was a grand, generous, and loving being. Although, they've never seen, touched, or felt Him with their own senses.
But how could humanity be so sure?
Could it all just be an illusion? A lie planted deep in the soul of mankind from the very beginning?
Had it ever crossed their minds that perhaps God was a being arrogant and cruel?
In the end, they didn't know. They would never know.
And from here, the truth began to unfold—not in the form of a revelation, but as a show. A bloodbath. A game designed to entertain the Creator, revealing that God's love might come at a price.
Amid the chaos of civilization that never stopped burning, a high-ranking being was sent to descend upon humanity.
From the dark night sky, a beam of heavenly light guided the arrival of the messenger. Slowly, yet surely, the messenger floated down to Earth.
The messenger landed on top of a towering skyscraper in a glittering city of life. Standing atop the antenna, unmoved by the fierce winds of the night that howled around it.
Not a single person noticed its presence, no one cared.
The blue light of the full moon broke the emptiness of the night, faintly revealing the humanoid form of the messenger.
This heavenly messenger wore a black suit, a white shirt underneath, and a black fedora that contrasted with its sharp smile. The black leather loafers reflected the moonlight brilliantly. A white scarf fluttered, resembling angel wings.
An eccentric sense of fashion for a being from the heavens.
Almost theatrical, far from the image of an angel or divine being that humans would usually imagine. Different from what was written in the holy texts and ancient literature.
From behind golden-framed glasses, its sharp eyes watched the hustle and bustle of human life.
In its eyes, humans seemed so busy following the currents and rules they made for themselves.
So monotonous. So boring.
But beneath the cold, apathetic exterior, there was a spark of emotion stirring inside.
It was eager to create art. A great chaos that would break the monotony. A performance that would shake the heavens.
With intense passion, the messenger grabbed the white scarf around its neck. The scarf's bright color stood out in the dark of night, like a white stain on black fabric.
It pulled it down, revealing a sharp smile and neatly arranged white teeth.
It straightened its back and spread its arms, as if welcoming the storm that was starting to rage above. Heavy rain poured down, creating a symphony of water drops on the rooftops. In the sky, lightning flashed wildly, painting abstract patterns on the black canvas of night.
Its smile turned into a wide grin, as if hearing imaginary applause from heaven. Its steps were slow but firm, gliding elegantly from one building to another. It seemed to be setting the stage for a grand tragedy.
It gazed down at the lives of humans below. Each individual was a pawn on the great game board it was about to control.
On that dark and cold night in Galam City.
The curtains were raised, and the stage was set.
"It's time to start the show."