Chapter 20: The End Of An Era

Pretending to be Delta. Nyx proceeds to clean her room. A threat rising up in power.

NYX VOSS

"Can you please clean your room Delta?" Delta's mom asked. Nyx turned away from the computer screen.

"Fine." She hissed. Their mother left. Nyx proceeded picking up papers near Delta's dresser. Walking over the trash throwing them away. There was so much shit on the ground. She stepped closer to the dresser to reach for more papers. Crack! She looked down and stepped back. A picture frame. It was broken now because she had stepped on it. She examined her foot. Not glass in it. She was fine. She moved a few more random shit out of the way. Gazing at the thing in the frame. A piece of paper with a verse. A gift from the Harrison family.

Romans 8:38-39

38 For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, 39 nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

She gazed at it a piece of history before her. Thinking. Should I throw it away? Save it? No! I won't join back! I made a promise never to. Throwing away this picture guarantees that. She grabbed it off the ground. Making her way out of her room down the hallway to the living room. A few moments laters she stood by the white trash can for garbage. She lifted up the lid. Tossing it in. "The end of an era. The end of everything Christian related for me. All gone." She told herself. Then she smiled at those. Turning and walking away. It was going to be Bible study in a few days. She wouldn't dare talk about this event with the group. It was too private. I should probably leave the Bible study? She thought. But they're my friends. I want to spend time with them. Part of her was thinking.

We can still spend time with them. We don't have to do it with a Bible study. The other part of her reassured her. "This is the end of everything Delta. She was weak. No more CYA. No more Christianity. All my chains are broken."

A few days later.

Talking about leaving but yet here I am. . .She was thinking. The conversation changed. Brayden her brother and her sister were talking with the Harrisons and Millers about being Christians talking with non-believers. She was thinking while they talked. If only any of you talked to me. But you don't touch on my non-belief and your belief. Such hypocrites. Only Friday whom I talk to a bit might not be in this category. But the rest of them talk about reaching to non-believers? Well, I am one! Talk to me! Oh, wait, never mind you're try and tell me how bad I am and tell me hell is around the corner. Saying I need to repent. Well, news flash that doesn't work, at least on me. If that is their message and that is their message then I fucking want to be a sinner in their eyes. I'm not going to go to some fucking altar and kneel down and ask for forgiveness. I am survivor. I survived Christianities lies. I survived depression. I survived my abusive believing parents, they forced me into their worldview not giving me freedom. I will admit I can but ruthless and cold in my thinking. But that's. . .who I am. Cold and against the Christians. Against all religions.

The night continued. Some how the conversation got into Friday opening her phone looking at her photos. Nyx who was sitting on her left saw scroll through her photos. She was shocked. She saved these! No. . .Friday found a picture of her. Well, of Delta. Delta smiling. Friday proceeded to show it to the group. Friday even showed Elias Miller the photo. Elias looked at the photo surprised. Then at Nyx. She was quick to comment. "That's not me. That's. . .that's my twin! We look a like." Friday put away her phone. Nyx's blood boiled but now was calm. Old photos of Delta exist. If I had control of them I would burn them. Anything connected to my time as a Christian deserves to burn. My old life is gone and the new me. Nyx is here. . .Delta no more. She smiled on the inside at this thought. "I have been reborn. Like a phoenix or I guess like a Christian but instead becoming one of them my second birth freed me from them. If only there was a multiverse out there where I can be part of a world full of. . .me. I am superior." She told herself pondering.

What If. . .the plan worked?

In another universe. On earth. The Church of Nyx was created. Hiding in plain sight working with the Christians in the field in the name of the Gospel, sleeper agents. Then many years later. An order was given. The Church of Nyx slaughter Christians around the world. Then The Church of Nyx declared war on US, China, and Russia. Other countries joined the war. World War III started. The Church of Nyx focused on researching robotics. Soon started deploying robotic soldiers called Titan Bots to fight for them. After the war the Titan Bots by orders of Nyx killed all the other followers of The Church of Nyx. Then everything changed. The Titans Bots started to help build nukes and missles. But in this universe instead of destroying all of God's creation like Nyx originally thought Nyx was thinking and pondered the future.

"Why destroy what's left when we could expand to the other planets? Me and other humans couldn't because not the right living conditions but my Titan Bots can. Why the name Nyx? I should have a new name. Red. Because I will spill more blood. Why focus on missles when we can focus on seeing if there are other universes out there?"

A metallic dark-silver humanoid approached her. It had triangle red eye. Only one eye. But covering most of it's face. This was a Titan Bot. This one was special. General Tristan. Tristan had a slight red color. It also wore a black cape. It knelt down before her. "Lord Red what is our next move?"

"Expansion."