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 Chapter III: 

Signs and wonders began in those days when men and women fell to their knees shrieking in agony at the overwhelming power of new sensations. cut for violence and gore )
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Chapter I: 

Seven days passed since the announcement by the strange figure across the world. From that point, strangeness began to break out across the world, signs and wonders indeed. A kind of Midas Effect was noted where random objects began to turn gold, sometimes with a crystalline-like construct of turquoise hue in the form of a two-headed dragon, one head gnawing on the other but never seemingly the same, and the shifts on each object likewise strange.

The wind seemed to whisper and to howl with a thousand thousand manifold voices. At times the skies would flash with dread lightning in cloudless skies and then vile clouds would form and blood rain from the skies. Random spasms of darkness fell, the Sun darkened across the planet, where the Moon was visible its light taking on a blood-sheened hue. The small hours would be ridden with frightful nightmares of a splendid and wondrous realm of ivory and gold. Its buildings were gem-adorned, its inhabitants ever-young and shrouded in cowls with a vaguely-birdlike aspect that hid only eyes that seemed to gaze in pain. Others wore only the clothes in which they were born, wrapped in serrated barbed wire, screaming silently into an uncaring sky.

Cyclopean statues and buildings, sharing that avian motif, and countless worlds and stars dancing in an immensity too grand for humanity to know. And at the center of it all a being clad in crimson hue on a great throne. The dreams could not decide if the throne was golden and the being clad in what seemed like blood woven into thread, or an immense skull carved into the form of a throne, the being clad in armor and wielding a terrible staff that oozed with latent malice. Here instead of a robe the being wore dark green armor with a light blue cape, a quasi-helm shielding the chinless round face that broke out in too-wide fanged grins, those terrible crystalline blue eyes fully visible.

The armor's gauntlets were adorned in rings, jewels covering or crusting some rings, others simple bands of what seemed gold. And in a still more nightmarish vision the ivory and gold were replaced by an immense throne of skulls over a sea of vile blood, the armored monster having grown more greatly in size, the staff replaced by a colossal sword and gazing out into the infinity of space, master of all it surveyed, caring not from whence blood flowed, merely that it flowed was rationale enough. The immortals wailed in despair, transformed into bestial entities of reddish hue and great bat-like wings with fanged jaws, wielding tremendous axes in clashes against each other.

Still further in time the entity would grow still greater, no longer recognizable as a being of flesh and blood. Angles flowed and move where angles ought not to move, what was convex became concave, what was obtuse became acute. Sensations that warred against the many sensations of the sapient mind indicated movement and the whole was a colossal force that assailed the mind. In this latter case there was another vision of a strange and terrible figure clad in silver armor, a knight going to war against the chaotic dragon of the Outer Light.

Dark smoke rose crackling with lightning and lanced out and the monster screamed....and across cities and worlds in the night and in the day the screams of nightmares and visions rang out. The monstrous manifestations in the night were accompanied by still further wonders in the day. Wounds of ancient nature began to heal, scoured desert began to bloom. The boom and the crash of the bomb and the gun were stilled and there was a certain gallows humor in the rage of the aggrieved fanatics who denied their outlets sought in turn to seek martyrdom otherwise and succeeded only in making progressively stronger and deeper dents, howling in frustration.

The blind began to see, the deaf began to hear. Faith-healers were at a loss to explain how such wonders occurred, how the limbless regained limbs of greater power than the ones lost. How the ashes of the cremated re-formed into bodies that were ever-youthful, shrouded in the same hoods and garments as the people in visions. These Returned Ones began to preach a great and a splendid Gospel of the ever-watching Undying Flame whose light burned eternally.

Those who proclaimed them demonic adversaries of the Beyond found themselves helpless, if merciful made to be the agents of their own destruction, if merciless slain by demonstrations of a fiendish power to which science had no answer.

One case in Turkey caused a brief sensation, when a tall anonymous figure with long hair and a resemblance somewhat to a clean-shaven version of the Jesus in iconography in Christian Churches was called the Anathema and beset by terrible power from two of the Returned Ones. The figure in turn unleashed a bluish only vaguely corporeal light that banished the entities, left them smoking and vanished and then vanished himself, leaving only a sign of a two-headed eagle to mark his appearance.

The Returned Ones' signs and wonders led to the first stages of conversion to the new religion of the Undying Flame. From tens in the third day of the week, there were hundreds of millions by the seventh. And it was that night that the skies fell dark and strange stars appeared and flashed across the skies, comets trailing and colliding into the Earth with fire and smoke. When the skies returned to their norm, smoke billowed into the skies, impacts leaving vast craters from which emerged most of ten thousand who gazed at the world with a strange mixture of hunger and the uttermost despair.

Their muscles rasped with movements and the Immortals of Azarath gazed upon a world that gazed at them with awe and fear, the uttermost manifestation of the great dreams turned into the darkest nightmares, each neatly subverted. Yet they too gazed at the skies as a flash of sickly green light revealed the form of the Monk, his dark blue cowl whipping in an unnatural wind, hands extended and his bearded face smiling with a sinister glee.

I reveal my inmost self unto the Undying Flame that illuminates all that is before it.

Now and forever, world without end! 


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Prologue: 

UC Berkeley Labs, SERENDIP: 

It all began with the first confirmed contact with extraterrestrial life here, in a lab. A bored technician, one Kate Masterson was picking her nose while looking at the screen. She'd signed up for this thinking it would be cool and she could geek out. Instead it was sitting at a screen playing Solitaire or watching or reading porn most days. Most days, yes. Not this one.

The radio crackled and a signal spoke with identifiable speech.

Vekeltrir I-Nishi-Azarath. Zezhelanzunui makatrivhrk. Azarath-nizhan karlthruhn. I-nishi-Azarath Zezhelanzunui! Atralzhen dezhadiir!

She dropped the phone she was playing Candy Crush on with a startled jerk.

Alien speech. An actual alien had just chatted on her goddamned radio.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." 

She began to hyperventilate.

The radio kept speaking: 

I-Nishi Azarath! Zezhelanzunui! Zezhelanzunui!


The voice was strange. It didn't sound like a hacking, this was genuine speech. Carried on strange wavelengths by unidentifiable to her means.

"Dr. Stevenson? I......I think you need to come hear this." 

The doctor came in expecting to point out that it was some misidentified radio background from another planet.

He heard the continuing speech: 

Veteladanzhiir Zezhelanzunui! Azarath tarahlvat metelzadrir ukhrel shazhirr.

"Son of a bitch." 

He looked at her.

"If this is authenticated......we just proved aliens exist." 

It was then that televisions around the world began to crackle with a sudden and jarring distortion. A peculiar kind of crackling appeared globally, a crackling that would much later be recognized as including infrasound elements. The hacking began to spread across devices, phones all suddenly, regardless of model producing a similar static effect. Radios began to crackle more loudly, and then on screens a face appeared.

Clad in a brilliant silver robe that seemed to shimmer and weave and never hold the same patterns when looked at consistently, the face was a very human-like one. The chief difference was that at certain angles of light the grey eyes seemed to glow with an eldritch golden light.

A mraculous speech was spoken that was no different than the signal and yet understood across worlds: 

You may know me as the Monk. I come to bring you a great and wonderful truth, an end to war and carnage and fighting.

We come from a realm of serenity and the uttermost peace, where all is golden and glorious. We bring to you the wisdom of the Undying Flame, the Outer Light that holds together the stars themselves.

We come in peace among you to work our signs and wonders, that you may see that we are no mere prophets preaching invisible manifestations of Beyond but worshipers of a very real and tangible God, promising you every sacred dream of Mankind fulfilled, as all is written.

Worry not, O children of the Earth. Gods shall walk among you and we shall show you what it is to exist in the realms of time and space a part of them and yet removed from them, we shall grant you reality beyond your wildest imaginings.

The man's hair was a dark black, his goatee melding with eyebrows that wouldn't have looked out of pace on Thuifr Hawat. Big and bushy, the man's appearance in some ways seeming to be the most affable to whoever heard him, his words speaking with honey and sweetness to those who gave them credence.

In the word of our God who hangs the stars to burn, whose hands are the hands that heal, whose are the hands that still the wine-dark sea, we bid you greetings. Seven days from now we shall manifest among you. A new aeon dawns, O children of Mankind, an age of signs and wonders, when ocean freighted with the dreams and weight of time gives up her secrets, when the children of men frolic and gambol as of the birds of the air.

We come upon you to bring you wonders. You shall find them beyond your wildest imaginings.


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