the decision to end the world

The decision to end the world came down to one being, far off in space, with a plan all his own.   The inhabitants of the world had some idea of the being, and their prophets received the garbled messages possible to communicate from the dead to the living.  An emissary was sent from the being to the world.

He could do little more than tell the people to live ethicallly, which he knew would make them happier, and await the end.

The people did not believe him.  Some.  Others, some with great power on the planet, however, knew the emissary was truly from the great being at the center.  The messenger displayed powers unheard of on the world...  convincing the leaders, though after  that he refused to act as any kind of emissary at all.  Told the humans that he was in the same sinking boat as they know.  The prophets had predicted there would be great wars going on when the messenger returned, missing the fact that humans are always at war... and the future they were glimpsing of great battles and bombs that consumed entire cities were unrelated to the messenger.

He called himself Johnny.  People seemed to like the name.  He read their minds and could see their futures and pasts, when he chose to.  He had been to what seemed like an infinity of planets, similar to this one, where he arrived to first give them warning, and then to lead their spirits to through the universes to the being at the center.  The humans called the place Heaven.

He has been on the planet for two thousand years, living in different flesh, doing his missionary work creating churches sometimes, and burning churches sometimes;  a rebel one life, next a king.  He hated what he saw dying around him.  Happened every time a species began to dominate a planet and their population took off... they won a race, the Pyrrhic victories always cost them the atmosphere of their planets.  The evolutionary process of domination and consumption was built into all life forms.   He would have done things differently if he was in charge.  That was why he created a Satan for them, to give them the pleasures of the flesh.  Satan was not considered at war with God when he first made him, just an aspect of God, the flesh that blinded one to the spirit, yet grounded on in the experience of flesh.

He was at least in the last life.  They had fucked up their planet this time for sure.  No way to turn around and fix the damage.  Burning bridges filled the air with choking, black smoke.