Organectomy - Where Pantheons Lie I: Malfeasance

These vermin. No. Less than vermin.
Lesser than the dirt and muck
that you rot and roil through.
It disgusted me.

You thought yourself so mighty.
So untouchable with your
archaic science and your false gods.
But it was for nothing.

As you muttered and squabbled amongst yourselves,
I ascended,
I became the very thing you believed you worshipped.

You had looked down on me.
Spat upon my ideals.
Unable to fathom that this flesh is merely a vessel.
A veil stretched thin over my night. My true form...

We found you...