"It's the Feathered Serpent God—His Majesty Kukulkan! He's really descended."
People across the United States, across Blue Star, stared at the great serpent stretching from earth to sky. Even the stars above him, each representing an Evil God of the Old Ones, had dimmed. Their hearts trembled at the sight.
"The Feathered Serpent God has been worshipped by countless native peoples throughout the Americas. His worship took root on the American Continent with the Olmec Civilization. It predates Christianity, Buddhism, and the Olympian Gods. When he ruled the earth and the mortal world, countless gods descended from distant realms and hailed him as the foremost god. The phrase 'God of Gods' was coined for him."
A visiting theologian gazed up at the enormous flying serpent and murmured to himself.
"Oh god, great god, you've finally descended."
At the sight of the god filling the space between heaven and earth with his body, circling above the Americas, the Indians stopped their ritual dances. One by one, they fell to their knees and cried out, so overwhelmed they could barely form words.
A few decades earlier, they had still worshipped the great Death Incarnation Caminarlas, but that did not stop them from embracing the Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan now.
"The Feathered Serpent God has descended... We're saved. We're saved! Meli, can you see him? We're saved. You and our unborn daughter won't have to die."
A cameraman holding his camera up stared at the god in the sky. His body shook and tears streamed down his face, making the shot tremble with him.
But he quickly forced himself to hold still and steadied the camera. His wife and unborn child were watching television, watching the images he was filming.
"But will the Feathered Serpent God save us Americans? There's a blood feud