Birth from the Wormhole

Ten months ago, on the morning of May 22, 2016, we received a message from another world. The message was translated from an artifact that was discovered in the city of Chico, California. 

The message simply stated “It’s coming.”

Many assumed the worst, stockpiling weapons. Others saw this vague statement as a sign of hope. I knew that something important was coming. All we could do was wait. But, for how long nobody could say.

The message was translated from an artifact that was discovered in the city of Chico, California. The message simply stated “It’s coming.”

The months that followed found me feeling a sickly combination of excitement and dread. I was sure every day that went by I would receive more information. But, each day came and went leaving me unfulfilled.

Then, on the night of August 24th I received a vision. I awoke in a cold sweat and frantically sketched out what I had seen. Upon completion I heard a voice in my head. “Prepare for his arrival.”

Who is he what does he want? I would receive no further visions.

I awoke in a cold sweat and frantically sketched out what I had seen. Upon completion I heard a voice in my head. “Prepare for his arrival.”

Many claimed they could feel him as if he was wriggling inside them. They came to be known as “The Believers.”

The Believers began to gather and perform ceremonies in anticipation of his arrival. They amassed a great collection of gifts for our mysterious visitor.

For months we waited. The Believers began to grow restless.

The Believers began to gather and perform ceremonies in anticipation of his arrival. They amassed a great collection of gifts for our mysterious visitor.

On the night of January 28th they felt it. It could only be described as a dull ache deep within their being. It started slow, but began to progress as the night grew darker. The pain was becoming more constant. Something was happening.

Then we all saw it.

In the early hours of the morning on Sunday, the 29th day of January 2017 the Wormhole appeared. Ever so slightly it opened. For hours we waited, some in horror, others in hope, all in awe. After some time the Wormhole ceased to grow. Something was struggling to get through from the other side.

Those who had felt his presence in the previous months now felt nothing but a searing pain. There seemed to be no end to the torment. Just when it seemed they might go mad from the agony a cosmic rip stretched across the sky.

At 10:41 AM the creature burst forth from the crack in space-time, it’s otherworldly ululations deafening the crowd of onlookers. Why, it wasn’t a hideous monster at all. It appeared to be a newborn human child.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. No, not at me. Into me. I heard a voice in my head. His voice. “I am Dante,” it boomed, “you are all my slaves.” His small hand grasped my finger and I wept uncontrollably. I knew then that my life would never be the same. All other aspirations faded from my mind. I now had only one goal in life. To serve my new master.

“I am Dante,” it boomed, “you are all my slaves.”

It has been two months since the arrival of Dante. People come from miles around to be in his presence. For me, I am just happy to be his servant. Dante grows and his grip on this planet gets ever stronger.

All hail Dante.