The world, already awash in chaos, barely had time to react when the first trumpet sounded. It was a deafening, otherworldly note that resonated across continents. Immediately, fire mixed with blood and hail started to rain down, scorching a third of the Earth. Vast stretches of once-verdant forests ignited, cities were engulfed, and panic became the common language.
As humanity grappled with the unfolding devastation, the second trumpet echoed. A colossal, blazing mountain plummeted from the heavens, crashing into the sea. The impact was cataclysmic, obliterating coastal cities and turning a third of the sea into blood. Marine life perished en masse, and once-bustling seaports stood eerily silent.
Before the world could even begin to comprehend, the third trumpet introduced a new disaster. A brilliant star named Wormwood fell from the sky, tainting a third of the world’s freshwater sources. The waters turned bitter, and countless died from its poisonous touch.
The fourth trumpet brought a darkness that was palpable. A third of the sun, moon, and stars were smitten, casting the Earth into an eerie semi-darkness. Daylight hours became a dull twilight, and nights were impenetrably dark. Fear of the unknown, of what lurked in the shadows, gripped humanity.
However, the fifth trumpet’s sound heralded a horror previously unknown. A star fell to Earth, and with it, a key to the Abyss. Smoke billowed, so dense it blocked out the remnants of sunlight, and from this smoke, locusts emerged. But these were not ordinary locusts. They resembled war horses, with crowns of gold and faces of men. Their teeth were like lions, and they had tails with stingers. Their mandate was clear – torment. For five months, these locusts attacked every human, save for those sealed by God. The pain from their sting was so excruciating that many sought death, but death eluded them.
The sixth trumpet brought forth an army of two hundred million mounted troops, their horses having heads like lions and emitting fire, smoke, and sulfur. A third of humanity was killed by these three plagues.
As the world teetered, people turned on one another. Trust became a rare commodity. Communities barricaded themselves, resources became scarce, and anarchy reigned.
Amidst this chaos, a glimmer of hope arose. Two witnesses, clothed in sackcloth, preached the word of God, performing miracles and calling for repentance. However, after 1,260 days, a beast from the Abyss killed them, their bodies left in the streets. The world rejoiced, exchanging gifts, believing a respite had come. But after three and a half days, they were resurrected and ascended to heaven, leaving the onlookers in terror.
Then, the seventh trumpet. A profound silence enveloped the Earth. Loud voices in heaven proclaimed, “The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Messiah.” Great hailstones, each weighing about a hundred pounds, dropped from the sky onto people. But instead of repenting, they cursed God because of the hailstorm.
Through all the tribulations, many refused to acknowledge their transgressions, even as the world crumbled around them. Those who had lived without belief found themselves facing the brunt of prophecy’s wrath, a somber testament to the power of divine will and the consequences of choices made.