The Eighth Day

Tonight, the world ends. Billions will die, and I am the cause of it all. To know why, you have to go back to another time, when I was just a boy.

I remember my family, hanging helplessly from the eaves of the porch. And I remember the Preacher, slipping the noose around my neck. He was searching for a woman; the last of her kind. He’d been hunting her for longer than he could remember, and her death would end a war that had raged for thousands of years.

It was supposed to be the final battle but she was clever and unpredictable, and eluded him again. Instead of her, he found me, and I made it a whole new war.

My name is Gabriel Armstrong, and I am immortal.