It was inevitable that, in time man would cross the sea of stars.
Inevitable that their faith would wane as they gloried in their accomplishments.
And as you reshape distant planets becoming yoursleves creators of worlds whence comes the desire to crawl on bended knees for salvation?
Where can be heard the cry of the terrified and the lost raised in the hope of heaven and the intercession of divine providence?

Nowhere

But before there can be hope there first must be fear.
Before man can seek salvation there must be the smell of damnation.
There must be a reason to reawaken the love of god.
But in the absence of humility that reason is the fear of hell, the terror of we who fell and walk among you still.

Man sought his god in the stars and found only silence.
But if the hand of darkness can be found does that not imply its opposite?