We woke, a slow and grating thing. Grinding against ephemeral chains of lethargy that bound us to slumber. The untiring army, the horde, the legion, many names we were called during our reign. Seals lining catacombs of the world’s greatest city were all that stood between us and the impure, uninitiated above us. Though we could not reach them, we did not rest, as was our name. We heard and felt the fall of civilization above us, the stench of war and death wormed its way down to us, assuring that our captors had died, that now, all that held us were the slowly eroding seals.

  Decades bled into each-other, the seals cracking and rubbing away from natural leaks in the structure. At once, a weight was lifted. As one we rose. As one we marched, as one we saw. The city as we knew it in our communal mind was no more, in its place a sprawling metropolis laid defenseless to our siege. And so as once was, we took what was rightfully ours. They came to be us and we soon took the rest. The world fell.

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  Scrounging for the remaining filth that huddled in the dark corners of the world yielded little. All was purified. None were spared. As one, we descended onto each-other, returning ourselves to our rightful owner, the vengeful planet. We longed for the end, for our new beginning, for the destruction of history and the creation of a new. We claimed it as our birthright and finally rested easy knowing our duty to be done.

  I decided to try again, maybe this time with less destructive tendencies. Perhaps however, the cycle would continue.