Judgement

[Skein]

Wish I’d spotted that competition in time! Oh well just for fun




As I looked back into the blast radius, all that remained of the planet, my homeworld, were remnants. Debris and dust cluttered my vision, but it was clear to me nothing survived. Billions of citizens now gone, written into the pages of history as life now lost, never to be forgotten…

My friends my family, my life died that day in the barrage of Octavius that lit the heavens, the devastation unleashed against those who had dared to dream for peace, dared to stand up to the Emperor and say ‘No more war’.

Pacifism is resistance, resistance is treason and the price for treason is death in Octavius; death and destruction beyond anyone’s imagining! Oh how the irony sits as bile in my belly, the cold of the cockpit nipping my skin.

I learned from my people that day, I learned that there could be no peace with the Octavian’s, no break in war, no quarter, surrender or happy ending. On that day I became the devil of the skein, the butcher of children.

My father would spit if he could see me now, but he can’t because he’s dead, killed, murdered. So I’m happy in the knowledge that even if I butchered as many of them as I ever can (and I will) I can never, will never repay the debt of lives that they have gathered upon themselves.

There will be no peace for them, no respite. There will be only me, there will be only… Judgement