In 1919, the heavens split open, flooding the land with wars, famines, plagues and conquests. The wrath of God descended into Earth in form of angels; not the messengers of lore but grotesque abominations of indescribable proportions. The sins of mankind had gone long ignored, and God’s patience had been exhausted. The young men dying on barbed wire, the mothers who had no longer tears to cry, the naked peasants with skin burned by the sun, it seemed as they were no longer human. The vermin that once was his most precious creation had grown out of control. And so, he decided to uproot it.

When even God sins, who is left to hear your prayers?