Five minutes ago— 

Planetary Fortress Ushella: Zelevus, Supreme Sovereign. 

Standing high above the Earth, wreathed in my ephemeral war armor, I watched as the final obelisk was put into place and activated by our wardens. Their fifty meter tall bodies, being capable of moving such structures with ease, their eight large wings carrying them, and their two heads always vigilant served their purpose well. 

I was pleased with the pace of this— could one truly call it a war? No it wasn’t a war, this was hardly even an execution in the grand scale of the multiverse that we had been part of for so long. Eons ago we had lifted these primitive apes out of the dust of their insignificant planet, formed their minds, and taught them our ways. Yet, in their arrogance, they had chosen to forget us and now thought of themselves as the rulers of their own destiny. Their life spans were pitifully short, but we had left them with monuments that would stand for thousands of years, and pass down our teachings to each new generation. 

In that brief time they had forgotten us, and found new gods of their own making. Gods of technology, of lustful sin, of war and greed. They worshiped them every night, a box of lights and sounds that preached to them in their homes; how lost they had become. Yet even as we returned to their planet from across the outer edges of their universe, they did not bow down to us, they did not worship us, they did not beg for mercy, no they fought us at every turn. 

It would be a kindness to end them now; to allow the few that survived the culling of their planet to worship us again. These great war machines we had formed into the shape of an obelisk and sent to every corner of their planet would bring into being our will once more. It would shape their world into one of my own making, where we could reside and bring up the worthy in our image. 

I smiled to myself, how they struggled, how they bled to stop us for even a moment. Truly, they had become a lost people, one that would wander the desert, until they chose to remember their place within this world. 

Almost time now; soon the energy building up in the pillars would be released and they would transform the planet into one suitable to us. Billions would be culled, but a people so corrupted by their own hubris surely didn’t deserve to be spared their fate. 

Watching the planet below, I waited in anticipation as the final moments passed and then with delight I saw as they released their energy. Purple and red hues of light shot out of them, spreading across the planet, but in that same instant something truly unexpected occurred. Several motes of light came into being all over the planet, brighter than their sun and blinding to my eyes, washing out all other colors as it intermixed with the energy of the pillars. 

Alongside it, something else sprang into being, directing its will and changing the formula of the arrays we had erected. Something familiar, that originated close to their deserts in what they referred to as the Middle East, shot out in addition to the flares of light. It guided them, pushed them to enact change where it should not be. 

Enraged, I shouted, caught off guard by something that shouldn’t exist in this world, something that had long ago been locked away by myself and the others in my council.  Impossible! How could he be interfering here, now of all times? But his touch was there, resonating with the devices that the humans had detonated in their atmosphere. 

In my horror, I could only look on as the planet morphed and changed, and then shot through time and space, disappearing before my eyes. Suddenly the Earth was gone, and we were alone, floating in void of their solar system where their planet had once been.