Chapter 3: Burn

         It's 4308, and the world is over. It started a few thousand years ago with the Gods. There were three main gods,  Ernaline the goddess of Death/underworld, Beathan the god of life, and Basil the king. Basil was in charge of all the gods. Everyone worshipped him and he loved it. People always have given him food and money. Although, everyone also worshipped Beathan. Beathan then banished his daughter to the underworld. Until another force battled the gods. They were basically anti gods they were very powerful. Beathan knew he stood no chance against them so he enlisted the help of his daughter Ernaline the goddess of death. All three of them fought and destroyed the anti-gods. Moreover, Ernaline had won the battle for them and proceeded to kill her father and brother. Out of hate for them and their worshippers. Many people died. Thousands of children, babies, and parents. Ernaline realised that the humans were a weak race. She decided to wipe us out one by one. She's killed 99% of us. One by one burning us to death. It smells of rotten flesh. Everywhere you go you see bones and nothingness. It's empty. I've been called up for my death I'm one of the last ones. The world really didn't end in a bang, or a whisper. But rather one scream at a time. Now it's my time I step up to the pedestal.