Ezekiel 37:1

“The hand of the Lord came upon me, and he carried me out by the spirit of the Lord and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones.”

I Fear No Evil

As I call unto Death, his hand upon my shoulder, I hold my head up high because I have done the work of the Lord. I fear no evil, for I am all that is malevolent and righteous in this sinful world. I am the holy fire sent down to cleanse this land of the wicked and the lost and lead them unto salvation within the hands of the Lord. I gladly await my eternal suffering in Hell in place of these lost souls, through the wicked I have done to guide their way through the darkness, into the light. The fiery gates approach and the deafening roar of damnation rises to greet me. My hands are steady and my faith is strong. I will not be defeated, for I fear no evil.

The world has changed since I was a young man. Genetic augmentation, mechanical enhancements. The Devil's work. Playing God with the tools of the wicked is sin above all else. I have watched this world from afar and seen its decay into heathen debauchery. Man lies with man, woman lies with woman, children are raised in sin and know not what is right. Even my Father, a God fearing man, was a sinner. Without my knowing he drank deep of the Devil's nectar and the poison rotted his brain to the core. He became violent and wicked. For years I only watched as the sickness within him caused the death of my Mother and sister. The wickedness he caused his own daughter earned him his place in the depths of Hell. I to, have sinned, but the Lord had given me his blessing so as to rid the world of evil in his place. I am his right hand, and judgement has come for you all.

The Mechanical City

I came to this city of robots and men after hearing of the miracles their scientists had performed. Lives transformed, limbs replaced, death halted. Blasphemy. I came to see for myself what miracles had been achieved through human engineering alone. With humanity all but dead and the planet laid to waste I found myself alone in my search for answers from God. I prayed and hoped that by delivering people in this Godless hell that I could reach the divine light of forgiveness for my sins and redeem myself. After several days in the city I found a true brother, who aided me in my mission. God had reached this man and he saw in me a faith he knew was just. We set up a church in an old industrial complex. The air was thick with sin. The sunless sky and endless night caused me many days of sleeplessness. The constant hum of the machines. Machines to pump in clean air. Machines to pump in clear water. Machines to keep the lights flickering. The light of God's divine grace has long since left this place, and in its wake, Lucifer has spewed forth his black bile through these streets. A sickness has infested these people. A sickness of the mind, where these machines they rely on to provide for them have become their brothers. Man has created life in his image and now proclaims to be likened to God.

Several weeks passed and none had come. Our light shone bright but against this impenetrable dark, we were too weak. The blackness had crept deep into these walls and clings onto the life of these people. The goodness in their hearts feeding its fiery hatred. As my hope was beginning to wan, I met a young boy named Ezekiel. An orphan on the streets of this city, alone and afraid, he came toward the light with some good in his heart. He was untouched by the foul stink that permeated the lives of so many others, and so we took him in and began to raise him as one of our own. He grew fast and his love of the Lord was strong. We drew a congregation and slowly, began to dispel the evil of this place.

Our numbers were steady, but still the corruption penetrated our lives. The faithful men and women of our light were cast aside by the heathens and denied what was rightfully theirs. They were punished. We all were. One night our church was burned to the ground and many of our order were killed. I prayed for an answer from God but was met with silence. I hadn't heard his voice since he told me of my Father's sins all those years ago. I had grown cold, weak, but his light gave me strength. I had been here before and I had rebuilt. We would rebuild again, and again we would fight. Ezekiel and I set about a new order, The Right Hand of The God was born in a foundry beneath the crowded city steps. Quiet and secluded we prayed. Amid the noxious fumes, we prayed. One day, our prayers were answered, by a knock at our door.