Free Inherited War 3: Retaliation by Eric McMeins

took other space faring races to Earth and used them as intermediaries.  Throughout the Americas, aliens who looked like native animals were used to instruct the populace. Hence, the many religions based on the worship of animal gods in the tribes that did not survive. I, myself, created the Hebrew people and also had a hand in creating and shaping their bible. I was an angel of God and his messenger. We all told them the same thing; they worshiped the one true od. All others were false. We helped guide and shape them in the way of war. The more one tribe achieved victory, the more they were perceived as being favored of their God. As some tribes were eliminated from the world, my brethren who lost their people joined those who still had followers. We all worked together and made sure the strongest survived. Eventually I even split the people I had formed. In a rare occurrence, a man was born with very advanced DNA, more advanced than even Cole. It was a one in a trillion occurrence and never should have happened. He was able to perform feats that no man should and he gave the credit to his God, his father, as he called him. I split those Kin working with me and ended the man’s interference with my people. But he created a new tribe, one that would eventually be the strongest in the world and come to control much of it. It was about this time we felt that we had achieved our desired goal. We left some hints and writings to be found later that would further advance our goals and then we departed. If left to their own devices the religion of the man who created Christianity would have eventually dominated the world at almost the precise time the humans would have discovered how to travel out of their solar system.” Sky was appalled, outraged, and speechless.
    “Do you know how much death and destruction you caused?” she finally managed to sputter out. “Millions have died on this planet in one holy war or another. Human sacrifices by the untold millions to gods that never existed—unnecessary sacrifice and suffering. It is horrible.”
    “But necessary, none the less. Look at those who are left. Without being born and bred to fight, would a meager ten thousand of any space faring race be ready to fight as the humans are preparing to do? Captured, imprisoned, and finally finding out their whole world has been destroyed hasn’t broken them. I would wager it is making them stronger. They chomp at the bit to fight, to take revenge on those who wronged them. On those who kill and imprison them. One thousand males, that’s all that is left of nearly three billion. Almost ninety percent want to join Cole and fight. Ten thousand women who face raising multiple children alone while their fathers are off fighting and dying. These are a people tested in the fire; they have not been found wanting.” Gavreal’s scathing reproach cooled Sky’s temper.
    “Doing what we did brought about Cole. Do you really think the billions of humans who died before Cole was born truly matter? They were doomed to death the moment they were born, and all of them would have died regardless if it was war or old age. They were a means to an end, and Cole was that end. Probably the most important end in the history of this galaxy. Do not mourn for life that was doomed from the beginning. Do not hate us that did the Creators bidding. Hate the beings that forced their hands, the beings that nearly wiped out the Creators as a race. Love what is left, fight for that spark of humanity left in the galaxy. Humans are quite possibly the most ingenious race in the entire known galaxy. They accomplish much in their short life spans. Think now what they can do with hundreds or thousands of years.” Sky did just that. Gavreal had given her much to think on and answered many questions. Questions she wondered about. The east coast of North America was just coming into view underneath her.
    “This,” he spread his arms out to indicate the clouds all around,