The Promethean

He destroys with the shining lamp of knowledge, the darkness born of ignorance. Orchestrated by Death himself. Master of the inferno, bringer of devouring flame to this transitory world. Divine dealings with mortality - residing in their hearts. Snatching the bounty for another human race, where holocaust is victory and peace is defeat.

The radiance of a thousand suns bursts into the sky - eruptions surging outward, disintegrating the partisans as they march on to a death unknown.

It begins. The swelling gloom which spells conclusion across the heavens. This is the splendour of the mighty one. Bound to this monolith - a tragic monument to his pride. The crowd once gazing skyward exclaiming wonder, they round upon him, blinded by his brilliance. Their eyes are opened as they scream: "Blasphemer!" In his twisted vision of the cosmic form, fouled by artificial breath, he shatters galaxies. "Now I am become death".