text: “Satan help us brothers for the world is all but a mess and we are truly fucked” - His words rung out upon the cold stone walls of the candle quilted church. The screams never grew silent, Just stronger. We all stood in erratic circle as we had before, the 12 members stood in unity. Unity not in words but panic. Sheer fucking panic. I and Elise had seen when the broadcast, the one that brought the brainless cannibalistic shells of humans that wandered the cracked, dry earth outside our haven. I can remember the monotone words as clear as yesterday; “The state regrets to inform you that all has been lost, God help us” God couldn't help us now, he never could, the world grew tired of his dismay of human fortune and many turned to us, who praise the god below, Lucifer. But holy fuck we screwed up, we said things, did things, we grew strong but with a plywood structure, They were all here for the safety of a group not our god. He grew angry and so did the rest of the people. The flash of light tore to the back of my eyes, my bones became ash, my heart all but in the past. Everything but my memories flew to each corner of the earth. I was all but a speck in the mess we call home, my real self was with our lord. Lucifer.