Editing Dantega:Volume 1 Prologue

The world is in utter turmoil as the screams of people in agony and despair spread like the instantaneous sound of hundreds of thousands of bombs exploding. This is the day of prophecy, the day of the great purge, the day of final judgement, rapture, the end of man, the day is the Apocalypse.

On this fateful day sits a man with a large scythe with intricate designs forged on the blade on top of a hill overlooking a large valley in the countryside of the holy land, Jerusalem. This man has no affiliation with either heaven or hell, yet he is the most important to both sides. He has many names such as shinigami, the god of death, the grim reaper. But the rather tall and slightly pale man clad in black prefers to call himself a word that signifies the feeling he has at his destiny of forever being feared by humans, and used like a slave for Satan and God, the word that is his name is Rage.

Rage is about to witness the greatest and most important battle in the history of man; in this, the valley of Harmagiddo will be the foretold battle of Armageddon.

In the distance approaches an army of millions of men and demons; a dark aura of hate and bloodlust seemingly boors over the massive collection of desperate souls seeking salvation from being tortured for religious beliefs.

All humans fooled into believing they will be saved for fighting against God bear the brand of 666 on their forehead as proof of loyalty, with the brand there is no turning back for them. They do not know they will be forever damned as cowardly traitors. Walking calmly in front of the army is the puppet master pulling the strings of the hopeless men, The Anti-Christ.

Chosen by Satan to rule his army, this great deceiver of man looks toward the opposite side of the valley, where he gazes at the golden light of God’s army, led by none other than the Son of God. After analyzing the size of the opposing force a large grin appears on his face for he sees that his army largely outnumbers the other. 

With the rising and dropping of his hand the two forces charge toward each other, and with that simple movement starts the battle that will forever change the existence of man, Heaven, Hell, Satan and God..

With a sigh almost befitting of a weary old man who just sat down on a chair only to get right back up to answer the phone; Rage mutters three words under his breath combined with a sharp glare that’s witnessing the ultimate carnage of history’s largest battle…

“So it begins."