Antefact

Not all is well in utopia.

Though Jesus has established His thousand-year reign on earth, people are born every day who still must choose to make Him their Savior. And not all do.

While those who choose not to trust Christ are accursed and die young, devotees of the Other Light (Lucifer) conspire to populate the end of the Millennial Kingdom with a massive army. When Satan is finally loosed to once again tempt the nations, he leads this force to the ultimate conflict of good versus evil, and the result ushers in the new heaven and the new earth.

The horrors of the Tribulation are over, and Jesus Christ has set up his perfect kingdom on earth.

Believers all around the world enjoy a newly perfected relationship with their Lord, and the earth itself is transformed.

Yet evil still lurks in the hearts of the unbelieving.

When the Millennium draws to a close, the final generation of the unrepentant will mount a new offensive against the Lord Himself―sparking the final and ultimate conflict from which only one side will emerge the eternal victor.

Trapped in a world of enforced blandness. Crime is allowed to happen but the perpetrators are immediately executed by lightning afterwards, thereby somehow managing a Worst of Both Worlds approach to criminal justice. Everyone is forced to live to 100 whether they want to or not, and then immediately murdered if they haven't pledged allegiance to the local regime, or forced to endure up to another 900 solid years of continuing to age and degrade with no hope of the relief of death if they HAVE pledged allegiance. The world is strictly stratified, with the ruling class living in a beautiful walled-off city and occasionally sending representatives out to give members-only talks to special children's clubs, and the guy at the very top only ever interacting with people by murdering those who disagree with him and low-maintenance puppet-mastering/lobotomising everyone else. And, as if just to rub salt in the wound, the bastard RUBBED OUT THE NIGHT SKY for some reason.

So these guys want to rebel. Of COURSE they do. But they don't know how to. They can't see a way to win. The local tyrant is LITERALLY GOD. They've been trying to oppose him however they can for ninety years now, and they haven't come up with anything that might work, and now they're all coming close to their divinely-allotted murder dates. They'd be forgiven for giving up and switching sides to save their own lives. They'd be commendable for just deciding to make a symbolic gesture out of going down fighting a hopeless battle. What they actually do, though, is fling a light into the future. They focus their last years before they die on recruiting younger members. Because, of course, there IS a chance that, one day, SOMEONE will work out how they can win. So having established that it's not gonna be them, that they personally are boned either way, they make a selfless investment in the future, going to their own deaths but founding a movement that will last the whole millenium, changing the time limit on finding a way to win from 100 years to 1000. It's not much, but it was all they could do, so they did it.

God took away EVERYTHING from these people. Freedom. Beauty. Purpose. Diversity. Any chance of equality. STARS. But they found a way to stop him from taking away their hope. And when hope was all they had left, they took it and ran with it and made the most of it.

(As written by Calum Cameron)