Humans sometimes regard other humans with the same eyes one would use to look at a god and that in turn blinds us.

Well that’s how they saw us, anyway, in the time we came into their lives, we had destroyed, burnt and stole all their livelihoods and their homes. We had pillaged the land their homes stood on and poisoned the waters that had once given them life.

Why do they revere us, why do they not show fear after what we have done or why haven't they attacked us. The more we took, the more they held us in awe. So we were in this perpetual stalemate, waiting for them to spring some kind of trap and they in turn were continuously in awe of the power we as humans wielded.

But we pushed with our violence and they kept thinking of us as mythical beings, but one day, late on in our occupation our people started dropping like flies to some kind of illness that affected our breathing and cut off the blood circulation to the brain, we found no cure and it culled our forces days after the first soul fell.

A week later, I alone was kneeling in the no man's land surrounding the village. In the week since the outbreak, no one had found a cure or had the energy to send for help, but somehow I was immune to what took my people, they couldn't assign blame and were never going to.

You see, I led them here, to be eradicated. unconsciously i had brought humans to my home world a homecoming gift if you will, i did not realise till i was taken into the centre of the village and asked to kneel in front of the elder.

“Good, you have performed your task well, now go back into the cosmos and bring us more sacrifices”

And from that moment, I was given purpose, I had to become a martyr for the races i would bring here to be slaughtered and in the eyes of these people I was a god until their own needs were met.

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