Ezequiel

Inside a small room, a young boy could be seen sitting in front of a dilapidated laptop. The frame of it was already broken and some keys were missing. The room wasn't in any better condition though.

The walls were painted in a already fading beige and on some parts the paint was already peeled off, revealing a moist looking stone. The only thing that lit up the room, aside from the dim laptop, was a flickering lightbulb that hung from the ceiling. 

The laptop was placed on top of an old wooden table. The only bed inside the room was a frame that looked like it had been used since the 1950 with a mattress that was filled with stains. 

Yet, if you looked at the boys face you could see a handsome smile.

‚Finally, I'm almost done with the last part of my book. As soon as I convince some fools to believe in this, I will be rich!'

In the top right corner of the screen you could see the title of the book that the boy was writing. ‚The bible of the Church of End'. That's right, the boy was writing a bible for a religion founded by himself.

Ezequiel, that was the name of the boy, had never believed in any gods. Even if there were any, they wouldn't deserve his worship. How could they let him and his sister suffer like this? If there was a god, Ezequiel hated him. Was this just a perverted test to see if he's loyal? He wouldn't look up to someone like this, no matter how mighty he was, or if he created him.

After all, would you worship your dad for beating you simply because he is your biological father? No, if Ezequiel would have had such a father he would have left him as soon as possible. Not that he even had one. He was an orphan since his birth when he was dropped of at the doorsteps of this poor fucking orphanage.

Religious people always told him that everything would get better if he believed in god, but he knew that wasn't true. Has it ever gotten better for anyone who did? No! They only find relief in their belief, turning their attention away from the things that are fucked up around them.

But there's one thing that Ezequiel knew. Religion makes money. He had always been smart. If he didn't drop out of school to earn more money for his sister, he would have been sure to get into a prestigious university.

One day he saw an American priest on Tv. he was one of those pastors in mega churches. And that guy earned millions. At that moment Ezequiel had a sudden realization. He wanted to found his own religion. 

Obviously he wouldn't believe in all that made up stuff. But some idiots would. And they would give him money so that he could live in luxury. They would also be happy since they were in the illusion of serving their god.

For 2 years Ezequiel has been writing on his very own bible. It contained everything a religion needed. Blind faith in a deity, a healthy amount of fear and a way to earn money by making it believable.

The Church of the End believed in the ‚Old Gods'. Gods that were forgotten and now sought revenge on humans for not believing in them. They sought to destroy the world and the first signs for that would be the spread of a virus and a growing divide in society. 

The only way to stop this sure destruction would be to worship those Old Gods and give up their worldly possessions. Obviously the prophet of the gods would kindly take care of their material goods. And who else could that prophet be aside from Ezequiel? He was the prime example for living without any possession.

The only thing that stopped him now was how to convince people of believing in his religion. But he was sure he would be able to manage. Just spread a little fear on the internet and gain some following first. Then he would post about his theory and create a lot of fake accounts supporting them. Eventually he would gain a huge following and swim in money. 

Without him knowing, a huge smirk started to form on Ezequiel's handsome face. He had silvery eyes with sharp black eyebrows. His face looked somewhat divine. He had a beautiful nose and perfect lips. He was just generally very beautiful, which is why he hoped that he could market himself as a prophet. 

He even already let his dark black hair grow to his shoulders to make an even more mysterious impression. But his biggest trump card were still his eyes. He himself didn't known how it was even possible to have grey pupils. But he did have them so he might as well use them.

„EZEQUIEL"

At this moment the door suddenly slammed open, making it almost fall out of its rusted hinges.

The open door revealed a young girl, about 12 years old, who had a beautiful face despite her childish looks. She had dark blue eyes and long, curly black hair.

(A/N: there will be no pedophilia inside this book. So no lolis „that are actually 1000 years old". Fucking pedos)

She was Ezequiel's sister. Well not by blood but by heart. They grew up inside the orphanage together and she was the person he held the closest connection with. She was the reason Ezequiel dropped out of school after just finishing 10th grade. But he didn't regret it. He would do everything for Marie. They were closer than blood-related siblings.

„Dinner is done, you can come eat now!"

The two shared their tasks somewhat equally. Whilst Ezequiel did indeed go to work, he didn't want to do everything for Marie. For this reason they decided that she would cook and clean after school. This way she would already learn the necessary skills for her later life.

The other reason why she had to cook was that they moved out of the orphanage as soon as Ezequiel got a job. It wasn't a great environment and the people who owned it didn't even care. He used to experience violence and abuse and didn't want Marie to go through that any longer.

As the two went down their stairs, a blue screen containing text suddenly appeared before their eyes.

[Congratulations! The citizens of planet Earth have been chosen to become gods inside the Divine Realm.]

[Please prepare for transmission in 10…]

[9…]

„What's going on Ezequiel? I'm scared." Marie had an anxious look on her face and tears formed in the corner of her eyes.

[7]

„Don't worry! Whatever might happen, try to find me as fast as possible if we are split up! I will always protect you."

[4]

[3]

„Hnnn, I will try my best."

[2]

[1]

[Good luck in your future conquest!]