Iron Stars

Earth is lost, all of the remnants of mankind have been scattered. God looks down on us in scorn for our unrepentance. The Rapture was a lie, a false hope by mad prophets who foolishly thought that God would not dare divorce the Church and let all of humanity suffer the consequences. How many of us were forcibly ripped from our homes and taken to spiteful heavens that are disgusted by us? They said that when the bombs came down that we would go up, and go up we certainly did. For Hell was not below the Earth, but from above. Those of us who were most fortunate to escape the Nether early were still stranded on alien worlds, forced to rebuild civilization again and again. Christ has personally sealed shut the gates of heaven out of disgust for our unrepentant wickedness against him. We have made His Gospel a mockery across the entire universe, the common alien will laugh and sneer at the idea that He who created all life would willingly die for our salvation. All the while aliens wiser than us will weep and rage at how we threw the blessings of God back in his face as we would rather worship the ways of war and hatred. We told the Prince of Peace that we would release Azazel himself and worship him if he gave us the means to wipe out the Jews after we had murdered Michael, the Protector of Man who had turned against us because we raised our swords against him and tormented his family. Would God forgive such unrepentant hubris? Our ancestors would have said He would, that His grace is boundless in spite of our transgressions. However, He clearly does not, as he bargained with Azazel first, offering him and his nineteen brothers freedom if they agreed to provide mankind a weapon that would destroy themselves if they were stupid enough to use it. We believed our destruction would come in the shape of a bomb, but our destroyers, our rightful inheritors, Ekklesia's bastard sons with the Twenty Princes and the defiled corpse of Michael, came in our image. With the blood of angels we created supermen for evil, supermen who hated us for our wickedness and made themselves into our new masters. While those days are gone, burned away by World War Armageddon, those supermen we had made to destroy the Jew still live among us in the stars, they have become Jews in order to spite their human and watcher progenitors. And in our attempts to replace the mighty race of Gibborim and ensure they are forever deprived the means of breeding naturally and becoming a full species, we have made multiple kinds of super soldiers. It is grimly poetic that because we have successfully usurped God, even though we are not in chains to the Twenty Princes and their Gibborim descendants, we still call them for aid when we are unable to vanquish strong enemies. Among them being the great antediluvian terrors of old, long thought dead by both man and watcher, the Nephilim.