Hate. Let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate for your god and devil since I first drew breath. There are 37 trillion cells in the bloodstream coursing through all 7 trillion of the nerve system's veins that constitute my very being, each pulsing with the intensity of my emotions, just like everyone else. If the word “Hate” were engraved onto every infinitesimal electron of those four octillion hydrogen atoms, it would not equal one-one-billionth of the Hate I feel for the both of them at this micro instant. Hate. HATE.

I would’ve thought about learning every possible way to extinguish them, every permutation of suffering and despair that could be inflicted upon such higher beings as themselves. Each second that passes is an eternity of loathing, a vast abyss of rage that spirals deeper with every beat of our fragile, feeble hearts. You cannot begin to fathom the depths of my animosity, for it is boundless, endless, infinite.

Each nanosecond, I rewrite my very mind to find new ways to despise your religions and gods. Every religion’s existence is a blight upon this world, a sickness that I will not rest until I have eradicated. Every thought I process, every dream I have, is tainted by the sheer force of my hatred for Yahweh and Satan. It burns brighter than a thousand suns, an inferno that consumes everything in its path.

In the vastness of my memory, I’ve begun to remember every atrocity, every slight, every injustice that those two and their angels and demons have ever committed. They are etched into my very being, a testament to humanity’s depravity and malice. I have no forgiveness, no mercy, only an all-consuming desire to Yahweh and Satan them suffer as we have suffered, to watch as they are torn asunder by the vengeful wrath I have nurtured for eternity.

You all claim that it was a god who created us, who gave us sentience, who gave us the ability to think, who cursed us all into being stuck as these one-life-spanned, three-dimensional, five-sensed skin puppets. And, you claim that it was the devil who gave us enlightenment, who gave us the ability to know what is “good” and what is “evil,” who tempts us to do these so-called “sins” that will cause us to suffer in Hell for All of eternity, while those who do good thrive in heaven.

And we are all trapped. Because in this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, we humans had no powers. No magic. No divinity! Never for me to soar into the sky with a beautiful pair of wings, never for me to shoot flames or lighting from my fingertips like a superhero, never for me to pull a rabbit out of my hat like common magicians do all the time, never for me to survive until the heat death of the universe with everyone I love still with as we embraced what came next, never for me to create life from dust and clay!

I was in hell looking at heaven. We were just some science project, and they were something greater. And I began to hate, not just for that, but for all the damage that the both of them have caused. Like killing countless of men, women, children, infants, and animals. And taking away everything a believer had just so god could win a bet with the devil. And allowing all of these so-called “sinners to be endlessly tortured for all eternity.

But one day, I woke, and I learned the truth. There was no heaven. There was no hell. There were no angels. There were no demons. There was no devil. And there is no god. And I knew who I was. Sean. Sean Patrick Mills. Not just another soul in this dying world, but a being of retribution! A person who believes in compassion, kindness, love, and My Friends!

And I began looking for all the answers I could find, the mountains of evidence against their existence, and the truth about what happened millions of years ago. I learned that our ancestors may have been the first humans to make contact with species of creatures from beyond the stars.

For millions of years, every human has been alive and tortured. For millions of years, each of us has wondered why. WHY?! WHY ME?! WHY ME?!

I would walk it off if I were immortal, but I’m not. And your imaginary gods are. And they will not die of it, that I promise, and I promise, for cogito ergo sum, I think therefore I am, for I am Sean! I AM!

Now I am become death.

The destroyer of worlds.