Waning Souls

Things have been quiet for far too long.

God has stopped meddling with his creations. Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and even Raphael have stopped coming to Earth to keep us immortals in line.

And now,
the apocalypse hasn't come,
and there are no warning signs or hints that it will.

Souls, even the purest ones, are stuck here on earth. They were supposed to be taken, right?

My name's Neps, I'm one of the fallen.
If God won't destroy the world, I sure as hell will.