Lark had been dead 5,000 years before the Zayn found his ship drifting between suns.
They rebuilt him, more god than man. For this gift, Lark ripped their sun apart.
He set sail for the Earth. His exile was over, it was time for Imperator Lark to reclaim his crown, and those who had stolen it would pay dearly.
He knew something was wrong when his Zayn Battleship reached orbit. He met with no resistance as he piloted the shuttle down to the Capitol of Beijing.
The streets were empty. Soon enough he found there was not a human on the planet.
The impotent god screamed his rage to the sky.
And from the safety of unspace, the Children of Earth laughed.
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