Where Pantheons Lie I: Malfeasance - Organectomy

These vermin

No, less than vermin

Lesser than the dirt and muck that you rot and roll through

It disgusted me

You thought yourself so mighty

So untouchable with your archaic science and your false gods

But it was for nothing

As you muttered and squabbled amongst yourselves

I ascended

I became the very thing you believed you worshiped

You had looked down on me

Spat upon my ideals

Unable to fathom that this flesh is merely a vessel

A veil stretched thin over my might

My true form

We found you