Technology is interesting. It can mean the difference between life and death when you compare your current technological level to people thousands of years ago, who couldn't survive the winter. It can also mean nothing when you're subjected to the whims of someone equipped with better technology. My simple wooden spear won't stand a chance against the future's automatic weapons and targeted drone strikes.

Time is also interesting. When you're outside time, you don't understand how minuscule you are. While you live, entire civilizations die and others are born. Technology advances more than you think. The angels never considered how much the primitive humans might change in just a few generations.

My family used to be part of the elite, a long time ago. We never forgot this. When we grew complacent and started to sin, we were relegated to the lower Earths. But we always remembered. We always knew we would go back. We had to claw our way through the muck of Earth 7, but we made it back. My father spoke to me about it all. The one to finally do it was called David. David's own father couldn't offer him much - he had only garnered a modicum amount of power on Earth 7, but he left it all to his son, along with an idea forged through generations and a name charged with history. A name that was meant to be a prophecy about his son's life.

David took that seed, planted it and watched it bloom. He rejoiced as he saw himself at the top of the empire. He killed thousands and his actions killed millions more. Scum, all of them. They didn't matter. Well, that's not entirely true. They mattered to David. And he did it all by his lonesome. He spared his own son the truth of the situation. He made sure his son was never involved. He cut ties and gave him a chance to be a better man. Whatever that means in a world like Earth 7.

And right as he put a bullet in his head, only a few years before the angels were to visit us, he reached out to his own son and left him in charge of everything. He explained that his final wish was that everything that David had worked to accomplish should be used for good. Should be used to better those around them. An empire, dedicated to better the lives of others. An empire that would buy a ticket to Earth 6 or 5 for the kinder-hearted future emperor, David's son.

It only grew from there. We clawed our way back to the surface. Back to Earth 1. Back to a place where everyone thrives. Where we can enjoy life's pleasures and where we can be safe. But it was never about safety or pleasure. Because while the last few hundreds of years were bliss, the chain of events set in motion a long time ago never stopped. We never lost our purpose, we never failed to see God and his armies for what they are - the cruel dictatorship that destroyed our family and so many others. That sentenced us to death, and forced us into seeking revenge.

50 years ago, the angels came. Earth 1 received them happily, with me at the forefront of the festivities. 50 years ago today.

I had my work cut out for me gathering enough power and adepts. Our Earth's technological advances were the work of my father and grandmother. They did all they could to advance humanity. All I had to do was show the others that we are god's chosen. Maybe play on their insecurities a little. Exploit the fear of being relegated to Earth 2, or worse. And before long our ships are ready, we had wormholes in place towards all other Earths.

It ended as soon as it began. All other Earths were inferior. It was a bloodbath, and our supporters at home received news that we had taken charge, but would need backup. They sent the small remainder of the fleet that should have been there to defend them. We captured the ships and made our way back to Earth 1.

As I'm sitting here waiting for the skies to break and the angels to come down, I can't help but be giddy with excitement. I want them to see what their pride has wrought. I want to smile before I die. I want them to look upon the last survivor from all Earths, and see the conviction in my eyes. I want them to know it ended with me. Because of me. At my command and due to my actions.

I want them to look upon the bloodied streets and feel all the suffering that took place just days ago. I want them to look at the sky and see the remains of battling ships, and pieces of the world's fleet. I want them to look upon the mountains and read the millions of names inscribed upon the trees and the rocks - a wish I made sure came true, for David's sake. Millions of the worst kinds of people, forever inscribed now on this Earth. I want them to taste the irony of an Earth that never knew these people, an Earth that never cared about them, now remembering them forever.

I want the angels to have to sit in awe and understand that they did this. That they planted the seed throughout my family line. That they forced us to do horrible things to survive, all for the sake of arbitrary rules. That they turned us into what we are.

A small gesture, perhaps. But our race was never meant to fight God. We're simply insects. We can only die at the hands of our betters. My family always refused to accept that. And now, I die free.