My heart raced. My pupils grew to the size of marbles. The muscles in my left eye twitched. I felt electric. Or was it just the air? Whichever it was I was being fed from it—delicious.

A woman screamed. Tires squealed in exhilaration. Glass exploded into shining diamonds. My breath paused in reverence. It was divine—unholy, yet it worshipped in darkness.

I felt mist on my skin, crimson on pale flesh. Gurgled cries begged God for mercy—He wasn’t listening. He had turned away once more. This was the hour of my rule. My throne swallowed the light of the world.

A man called out prophecy of the end. His sign crumbled to ash at his feet. No. It had surpassed being nigh. I’m here now, and you’re all here with me—to serve in your God-forsaken fear.

Our father who art in hell, profane be thy name. Thy kingdom is now; thy will cannot be undone, on Earth as it is below. I smiled at my desecration of the prayer.