When the angels finally came they didn't intend to save us - they didn't even believe we had souls despite out endless protests which gradually morphed into pleading then begging them screaming as their beautiful lights reduced us to our basest components.
Oxygen was the first, coming out as a sharp gasp when the lights hit and tore it out of you.
Carbon was next, scattered little coal-like pebbles that sunk to the ground.
Hydrogen comes along somewhere in the order but weighs less than a soul and makes no sound.
Nitrogen is easier to spot, the angels use it in their lights to drive the oxygen out of you.
Calcium is one of the last ones, all the scorched bones that were trampled when we tried to flee.
Phosphorus comes next and lies beside our bones in a fine powder that melts away with rain.
The angels broke our bodies and tried to remake humanity forgetting one thing- we're mostly water and we lived on all around them. We were in the rivers and the seas and the rain that watered their crops and the puddles beneath their feet and the water their new creations drank.
If there's one thing they forgot about us it's that we don't die quietly.
And with enough time we'll remind them and they'll strike us down and we'll return again.
Because we've done all this before and every time they grow complacent and forget.
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