Mankind is a hardy species. He hunted His predators to extinction. He cured diseases that were thought to be apocalyptic in their death tolls. He has survived bloody wars lasting years upon years upon years.

He survived his own kind turning against Him over a simple solution.

Yet, He was alone. Or is he?

(Sorry the prologue is so short. Future chapters will be longer. :twilightblush: This is my first fic I've posted, so please cut me some slack here. Criticism is welcome, always looking to improve!)