Kami-sama, destroy!? Prologue

It appeared from the rocks of the eldest mountain, It's purpose etched into its mind. The screams of the tortured world entered through its ears and echoed endlessly through it. Death, poverty, famine, the creatures of this world were broken, not only did they hurt themselves, they destroyed all that they touched, be it other living beings or the landscapes they were given. This world needed balancing, it needed time to heal and the parasite upon it needed to be cleaned back to a symbiotic relationship. In a time where the majority of the populace didn't believe in or think they needed a creator, the world cries out in pain.
As the being looked upon it's non gender assuming form, it's dark hair wild and unkempt. It believed in strength and that alone, it was meant to be the embodiment of the word fittest. It should be masculine, a body of strength to bring back fear. At that moment its body began to change, corded muscle sprung from it's arms and legs, healthy muscle with no overexertion, for full mobility. The fittest did not consist of just strength, for strength without the proper way to disperse it, was not fit. The being looked down on it's form once again, its... his body had taken the form of a male Olympian, not a shred of imbalance in the body's shape.
He looked up at the sky, clouded and dark, thunder rumbled in the distance. 'A perfect day...' he thought 'for the destruction that is about to come.' The survival rate of the humans needed to be one in every ten thousand for the balance to take over. Not only does their numbers need to be thinned, but all modern technology must be purged. The convenience and power of modern tech had lulled them into a state of complacency, for them to give no glory to the one's who brought them here to this earth. People need to struggle to overcome, this satisfaction of achievements of no real consequence, needed to be brought to a halt.
Still looking towards the sky he thrust a fist into the air, a hole in the cloud coverage formed.
"It's time to start." He kicked of the ground and flew through the hole he caused. The hole closed and the region was left in silence, save the thunder still rumbling in the distance.

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"Reporting, an unknown object of unknown origin is approaching fast." Click, the radio's audible cutoff sounded on the bridge of the USS Lincoln. The crew looked towards their captain for any responsive action.
"Is there any description of the object, something to help identify of it's origins or a level of threat." The man in charge asks over the radio.
"No sir. It's speed is outstanding it's actually parting the clouds as it goes, and it's size is too small to be any identifiable aircraft."
"Report, what is the ETA of said bogey? Do you have an exact speed?"
"Sir it should be arriving any....." The transmission cut and only garbled static hissed out of the receiver. The captain looked questioningly at the comms officer.
"What happened?" He asked the officer.
"I don't know the signal was cut short, there is no response from the...." A huge impact rocked the ship, tossing the people inside like rag dolls. Several people never stood back up the ground stained red below them.
"What's happening outside, bring up visuals." The captain bleeding profusely from the side of his face yells out.
"Yes sir." With that response the monitor in front of them showed the view from the top of the ship. Around them the scene was pure carnage, the red spots all over the deck could have only been the crew, as bodies floated in the ocean around them. All that was left of their outlying ships were the scraps light enough to float. In front and above them was a single female with blue hair and eyes, wrapped in a simple robe, was floating, looking down at the last thing sitting upon the water, directly at the USS Lincoln.
"Bring me the PA mic, now" The captain screams at the remaining crew, with a mad scramble someone brings the mic to him. He brings the mic to his face. "This is captain Jean Rynard, captain of this vessel. What is your purpose here, what happened to my men."
The floating woman looks down, face void of emotion, eyes listless, and replied. " I am here to bring balance back to this world. So you..." The woman extended a hand towards the carrier, then flipped her hand inwards, a loud screeching and the top of the ship peeled back like a sardine can. The female lowered herself towards the captain whose face paled with fear. Pointing a finger at the captain she continued. "Claim ownership of the parasites polluting the waters with their very essence. Once man feared and respected the oceans, water could be a fickle bitch and turn nasty at a moments notice. Now you act as though it's no different than dry land, to be claimed ownership of and exploited for your own gain. What happened to your men is no different then whats going to happen to you." She smiled at the doomed captain, and he was no more.


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"Ha ha ha, this is just too easy" A bell like voice chimed from the young girl smiling several miles above the planet's surface. Her blonde hair whipping about in the high winds, her white eyes tracing the fall of the last aircraft, ending in an explosion on the ground. "That was the last of the flying insects, now to take care of the territory that should be beyond their reach."  She continued laughing as she flew farther upwards.
Soon after chunks of burning metal rained down on the earth.


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"Satellites are down, global communication is in disarray. We've lost all contact with our vessels at sea, and no contact with any birds in the air. This is a mess, what's happening." A man sat at a desk, ripping his hair out, his hair already grey at his age exhibited the stress that had come with his position. He held the country on his shoulders, but the weight of all that was happening was pushing him down farther than he could go. It was nighttime presently, but even night shouldn't be this dark, and silent. Things like this don't just happen, with no warning or signs. Even the best intelligence agency in the world couldn't keep up with what ever was happening. "Any word from our coasts, anything at all!?"  The man yells out for anyone to hear.
"Sir, we've just received a report from Patuxent!"
"Read it out"
"Yes sir." The man holding the Manila envelope, opened it and pulled out the contents. He looked at the report and started to speak."..." but couldn't, he gave a grave look to the man at the desk, and started again. " Status of vessels unknown, but an extreme number of bodies are washing ashore. The weapon that killed them is unknown, they are in poor shape. A large number have been decapitated at the exact same vertebrae. The damage is immeasurable at this time, both military and civilian are counted among the numbers. They also report that all the pilots in the air stopped responding and went down one after another. Again both civilian aircraft and military were destroyed, no reported survivors, and no reported reason as to why they went down."
"What is this!? It can't be true..." The man at the desk went at his thinning hair anew.
Suddenly a bright light burst outside the window behind him, everyone in the room looked at it as one. Only those with the best eyes might have seen the man in the middle of that light. Tall, slender, and long he was looking at the building with red eyes. As he cackled the light grew brighter, and all in sight of it was reduced to ash.
"This... realllly will be... over fast" The cracking voice of the man standing alone in the center of devastation, ash slowly swirling around like snow.

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Within three days the worlds technology was reduced to its original state, and returned to the earth. The human race was reduced to a little over seven hundred thousand, and changes to the nature of the very world started. The old way of the world reduced to just a memory, the four primal god's had went about their duty with a bias, the grand majority of the remaining humans being nine to fourteen and living in areas where self sufficiency was common knowledge. On the day the balance was restored, and the tech human's once had was thought nothing but a tall tale, magic and myth returned to the world. Intelligent being other than humans came to, as well as less intelligent beasts. This story begins five hundred years after the loss of modern man.