The Eighth Day

Tonight the world ends. Every living thing will cry to the heavens... doomed, and I am the cause of it all. I was a boy. I remember my family hanging from the eaves of our ranch. I remember the Preacher, Jacob, slipping the noose around my neck. He was searching for a woman, the last of her kind and her death would end a war that had raged for thousands of years. Instead of finding her, he found me, and I made it a whole new war; one that would rage for centuries. I am Gabriel Armstrong. I am immortal.