Nobody heard the trumpets.
The noise from the heavens was expected to deafen all, yet the noise wasn't as deafening as expected. It was flatter. The noise echoed around the world as fire split the sky, the oceans boiled as pieces of mass fell from it, screaming like missiles as they plummeted into the bottom of the ocean.
Humanity looked upwards as they watched the sky spit down as the end had just begun. The sky parted even more as many could see things beyond their comprehension. Before these 'beings' would simply say "Be not afraid". And yet when they appeared, those same 'beings' simply stayed quiet as they wore a dark and solemn expression on their many faces.
The decree came down. Not in any single language, but words that reverberated within every single thing.
Enough
Those deemed 'Good', 'innocent', 'Pure', were saved. From the babies still within their mothers' rooms to children bearly passed the age of 13, all were taken along with some of the elderly and those truly devoted.
Chaos ensued as people watched loved ones float towards the sky guarded by those abominations called 'angels'. From the ground to planes within the sky, many people were forcibly pulled from planes mid-flight as angels gripped and pulled the planes apart, gripping those 'worthy'.
What came next was horrific... In the Middle East, in a triangle of countries that would rather see each other burn than put their difference aside. Within the ancient prophet city of Jerusalem. The church of the Holy Sepulchre, from its stone structure, pierces black stone which forcibly tore upwards, reaching towards the sky. The structure bled blood as roars inhuman and otherworldly echoed from it.
The military stood little chance as daemons emerged. Some were so beautiful that it made many throw their weapons away, others so bloated they looked like buildings as they jumped upon tanks and armour vehicles both.
From the sky, jets were torn, pilots pulled screaming from their cockpits as daemons with charcoal skin, red eyes, and nails sharper than steel ripped their jets apart. What came next was missiles launched towards the tower. As they hit the tower, the missiles simply disappeared, replaced with screaming skulls as they retraced the directions from where the missiles originated from.
The Daemons spread like a plague, within a week's time, countries around the initial site armed to combat the Daemons fell as their leaders and politicians collapsed from the whispers in the dark.
With the command order failing and falling, soldiers without orders turned renegade as they pillaged and raided the villages they were supposed to protect.
Within the bowls of Asia, deep within the Mountains, far inland along the Yangtze River. A bio-logical centre exploded in fire and molten metal, and the mountainside supporting the experimental facility fell directly into the river.
This garnered little attention from media companies still running from the rapid loss of population from the earlier rapture and the arrival of daemons.
Countries around the world, from orbit, land and sea watched as the Middle East was torn asunder from the daemon's attacks.
In Europe, in the island country of the UK, the response was dry as many laughed as they watched daemons kill the enemies of their country. They thought themselves isolated from the incursion, believing that their island would keep them safe.
How wrong were they...
Along the East coasts of the UK, originating from Ireland, tales of Beasts larger than some cargo containers emerged. The beasts eat ships whole as they isolated the trade from the East of the world to the West.
What came next broke the already fragile and beaten world.
From the bottom of Africa and South America to all the way to Australia, reports of people feasting upon their kin spread like wildfire as animals once seen as pets turned and ate their owners. Dogs went mad as they chased and ate those who adopted and took care of them.
Videos surfaced on the internet of waves of the dead rising from graveyards, charging military checkposts. Thousands turned into millions as people and governments realised what was occurring.
The USA's input was immediate: Isolation and retaliation. All imports 'HALTED', all transportation 'HALTED'. When news of the outbreak reached the Panama Canal, many thought that the tide would be halted. Stopped by the man-made slip between the two continents.
This, along with the military intervention with a total of three strike groups, made many think that this would end the incursion from South America. Wrong Once Again
Reports within the government made many commit as they saw in videos from heli-carriers. Those near the coast yet not too far in the ocean saw thousands of flying metre-wide bugs launch themselves.
Those on the decks of the ships died as acid poured and exploded, their bodies churned as the acid moulded new zombies, which began to feast upon those on the ships.
Yet life within the USA continued, as many through the halting of media and blocking of the internet believed that the government was handling the situation.
That change
- Date - 15th of August 2026 -
- Location - AT&T Stadium -
I watched as the Cowboys placed the final ball onto the Giants' touchdown line. Cheers erupted throughout the crowd as we celebrated the touch.
Many among the crowd roared at the Giants fans as the end horn was blown, ending the match.
With a final score of /Dallas Cowboys 38 – 7 New York Giants\
The whole Cowboys crowd celebrated as they managed to win another Super Bowl. The crowd exploded as from above, missing pixels became obvious, the sound of its engines overwhelmed the sound from the crowd.
I watched as the bomber flew over a patriotic smile bearing my face, as many within the crowd began saluting the bomber and the American flag.
The earlier loss of loved ones is still fresh, but is placed on the back burner as they celebrate this full national spirit.
What came next completely quashed that feeling. Even from the ground, I could see the bay doors open. It took five seconds, five seconds as incidents. Mixtures of Phosphorus and TPA were dosed on the outside of the stadium.
People cried as they fell from the explosions, the stadium rocked and creaked as vibrations emanated from the bombs, and many simply passed out from PTSD, or the shock wave which had followed.
The crowd me included fell silent as we watched waves of fire breach the outside of the stadium, looking like they were alive, clawing to enter the stadium.
The Stadium settled as alarms blurred, thousands throughout the city, from ancient Cold War era alarms to newly fitted bomber alarms screamed their warnings.
People looked around as sounds of gunshots rang out. Immediately, I ducked, fearing I would be hit. The lights within the stadium flickered as a new presence on the pitch appeared. Those within the crowd not ducking from the shots looked onto the pitch.
Within the pitch at directly in the centre line, stood a man. No, a Daemon nicely dressed in a tux with a twisted and gauntly made grin bearing its face. Its eyes are blood red, and its skin black and white charcoal, making it stand out from the green turf below.
What came next was Horrific.
The daemon spoke, its voice like steel being forcibly torn with a thick and wet foreign accent.
"Humans", it didn't shout, but the sound carried into everyone's ears.
Nobody moved; their eyes locked onto the figure.
"My lords grow bored. The end is nigh, and here you stand celebrating a made-up sport?"
The daemon's eyes skimmed over the crowd before settling on someone.
I watched as the figure disappeared, and shouts echoed as the daemon stood among us. With it being closer than ten metres away, I looked at it. The tux I had mistaken with was its skin swirling and emitting smoke as it stood menacingly over a teenager.
"Well. If it isn't an immoral human. What? Sad you weren't RAPTURED"
The daemon moved faster than I could see as its hands, larger than my head, clasped around the teen. His father pulled his gun as he shot into the daemon's stomach.
The daemon wasn't fazed; it simply had its grin still on its face, its pale white teeth gleaming under the stadium's lights. The teen cried out to his father as the daemon lifted the teen higher until it was looking directly into its eyes.
The daemon stood towering above us at nearly i say 2-4 metres tall. Its limbs are skinny, and its torso is devoid of any defining traits.
I tried to look away as the teen's father watched as the daemon, both hands clasped around the teen's head, pushed inwards. The sickening crunches and the shriek from the teen made many within the crowd throw up, yet they, too, couldn't look away.
The screams were immediate, those frozen managed to move as people climbed and shuved their way past one another. People were tampled as they tried to move away from the daemon.
The father, however, held his boy's body in his arms as the daemon loomed over both of them.
"Well, this is boring..."
That was the final sentence before the daemon disappeared. What came next was when people managed to escape the stadium and reach the car park. The car park was filled, not with cars or the earlier bombs launched by the bomber, but zombies.
People pulled their guns as gunshots rang out, firing freely. I managed to run behind one of the support pillars as I watched a man get torn to pieces by a group of zombies, which began to feast upon him.
"Shit" Those were the final words I could have said before the full world went dark...
(Hope you enjoyed this.)