I’m not exactly what you’d call a pious man. In fact, I abhor all the religions in Arcadia.

Growing up, mom taught me that a deity was supposed to care for their creations like their own children. As I grew up, however, I found out that I was taught a lie; albeit one she didn’t know she was telling.

I saw a psychopath dragging people from the Slums and killing them for the sake of “art”. I saw a fake uprising that took monsters from Deathrow and turned them into martyrs for a cause their leader didn’t believe in.

I saw and was even a part of the Red Light District exploding and taking almost everyone in it to their early deaths. One of them being my fucking mother.

Any kind of God that loves us that would allow what’s transpired to happen doesn’t deserve worship, but scorn. Look at all the shit that happened and is happening currently, then tell me with a straight face that there’s a loving God.

You can’t. You know in your heart you can’t because if there is a omnipotent being, it’s one that’s petty, bloodthirsty, and apathetic about what we do to each other.

I’m sure you know this as well, Ezekiel. You and your Disciples of Christ were running roughshod all over Arcadia, killing in the name of your warmongering God.

Those cleansing sessions you ran saw innocent blood shed. You brush them off as sinners that deserved their all too sudden deaths, but we both know for a fact that they were just good men and women that feared having their lives taken by yet another crazed reverend pushing his faith upon the masses.

I’ve read the book that you preach from, Graves. While they contain fucked up fables similar to your practices, they also contain passages from a God that cared for his creations like they were his own children. It might be pushing a lie, but there’s a God that loves humanity in there. Where the fuck is that same affection from you?

Would you clamor for love and harmony when the shoe is on the other foot? When your group is nowhere to be found and you’re on the receiving end of a beating as severe as the ones you gave the people you cleansed?

Maybe you’ll beg for your God to intervene? To save you from the ensuing vengeance of those you assaulted? Fat chance. You and I both know that your supposed deity loves violence just as much as you love causing it.

He’ll be more than happy to allow his messenger experience first hand what he’s been preaching the whole time. He won’t do a damn thing to save you from the pain you’re bound to feel when you’re in the middle of divine fury.

Once you feel the pain of everyone you’ve wronged, you’ll then feel nothing as all you’ll see is darkness.

There’s always darkness before the light… and I am the Night.