There comes a time in the life of every sentient species when they raise their sights upon the sky of their planet and ask: why? 'Why had we been given the blessing of birth? Why had we been given the honor of existence, the pleasure of life, that tiny spark of soul that keeps us going?'

Such answers, of course, belong only to the Creators themselves. Every race had a progenitor in another, but there were certain ones before any other, species that dedicated their entire lives to help the tiny little bulbs of intelligence and sentient life in the universe grow and become the powerful people they are now.

We, like all creatures, were once vile and disgusting in nature, preferring to each other than live in peace. That was before the Creators came though and helped us become who we are now. They taught us, nurtured us, fed us, up to the point where we could support ourselves, like a child learning to walk on its own.

Of course, it took us a lot of trial and error. Wars and catastrophes plagued our people from time to time, but we have never forgotten our master and beloved deities, the Creators. Though they had not returned for thousands, or perhaps even millions of years, we did our best to follow in their footsteps, becoming stronger and wiser along the way.

Finally, the day dawned upon us, where all our research and attempts finally managed to reach the one purpose we had been trying to achieve for so many years now...to follow our Creators in their footsteps, soaring across the known and unknown Galaxy, to help our respected Gods. However, we could not anticipate, what the universe was truly like.

Even our best hopes were crushed as we were greeted with hostility from many other races. They didn't wish to accept our higher truths about the Creators, much rather believing in their own eternal entities. Seeing how wretched and defiled these creatures were, we simply called those, the Destroyers. None of us wanted anything to do with them.

Everything changed however, when the Creators returned all of a sudden, quite surprised of how much we've developed since they've lest us here. Our society blended theocracy and democracy perfectly, our high priests leading the unified nation of the planet under fair and just rules. Through technology and exercise of will, we had also come closer to each others' psyche, further bringing us all together.

One day, the Creators asked us a peculiar, but quite understandable favor though. They wished us to help them defeat their eons-old rivals, the very Destroyers these other species seemed to respect and revere so much in their bowels of wrath-induced sin they called 'cities'. While that caused a slight stir among us, we soon decided to obey….or rather, follow the kind request of our Creators.

Many were scared of the possibility of us going to war, only to be enlightened by the truth in the end….this wasn't a war, but much rather a crusade and a pilgrimage. Our mission was not only to slay these Destroyers, but to help the strayed races in finally finding and accepting the light of our magnificent Creators, the source of all life and good in this dark and shadowy universe.

All seemed to go according to plan. Most species were annihilated by us, as they chose to stick to the sins of the Destroyers, rather to accept our truth. They called us ignorant, self-righteous and blind, but in reality, they were all these and so much more. Poor little children, lost without guidance. The best we could do to most, was to send them to another realm of existence, so they may be reborn one day as the perfect individuals the Creators imagined from the beginning.

The rest gave themselves to us willingly, trying their best to become like us and to see the true beauty of the Creators. We respected them greatly and made sure to augment and modify them as much as possible, so that they may resemble us more and more, the Chosen People of the Creators.

All seemed well….until the Destroyers pulled a trump card out of their sleeves….

In just a few hundred years, a new species bloomed rapidly in another corner of the universe, under the watchful care of the Destroyers. These people were downright hideous, even compared to all other races we had encountered before, looking more like living Destroyers, than anything else. Gruff frames, bodies of a terrible variety of shape and worm, voices that seemed to tear our delicate ears apart….they were truly the Chosen of the Destroyers, just like the Creators had foreseen this possibility.

They wouldn't have posed much of a threat to us though, if the Destroyers hadn't supplied them with technology way beyond their years of knowledge, helping their developing planet's population rise sky-high, thus prompting them to head out into the same void we resided in. Rather than decrease their numbers, these beings decided it'd be best if they started conquering planets, thinking they had always been their rightful owners and making themselves at home.

However, not even this seemed to satisfy them, as they began to become more and more unruly, developing more and more unneeded and potentially dangerous things. They had to be stopped. And so, our glorious fleet marched onwards, bathing in the cleansing light of our Creators. We found one of their most remote outposts and proceeded to show them the truth they so despised to see in the shadow of the Destroyers. Some of them passed on, of course, but the rest joined our Collective, after the necessary changes were made to them.

Much to our dismay though, the creatures didn't appreciate the meaning of this gift. After a fruitless discussion with their leaders, it quickly became apparent the Galaxy wasn't big enough for the both of us. One of us had to be eradicated, but to bring glory to the creators, we weren't about to give space over to such a filthy kind; the spawn of the Destroyers themselves.

And so, we continued to wage war, winning and losing constantly to shed the Darkness from your sight and to bring you the sweet embrace of-

The sound of the high-energy particle gun clicking slightly finally made the creature silence itself.

"That's better…." the man growled, his finger still resting on the trigger though.

He brushed through his short, brown hair for a moment, holding the gun at the alien's forehead at all times. The armor suit luckily didn't really hold down his movements as much as people outside the military usually thought they would, though he wouldn't have complained to a stronger ventilation system. With the alien disarmed and held at gunpoint though, he allowed himself at least the luxury of pulling out a nice little cigarette from Earth, sweet Earth and lit it.

"Ya know….I actually feel kinda sorry for ya." he remarked after a few moments, puffs of smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke. "Not because ya look like one of those cheap costumes from back in the late second millennium….but rather because yer all so smart, yet ya still believe all this religious bullshit…."

He could see the eyes of the creature narrowing from anger, only amusing him even more as this was exactly the reaction he'd expected. The next moment found the alien with half of its head missing, while the other hand scattered into every direction.

"Damn fanatics….." he grumbled, cleaning his gun off a bit before turning away, continuing his patrol. 'Destroyer-spawn' or not, at least its not my brain splattered all over the ground….