Jenna Katerin Moran

Stomping the World Round Jenna Katerin Moran

Deep under the world is Hans, who first made sense of things. Hans, who built the world from chaos. Hans the smith; Hans the farmer; Hans the dwarf.

He was born into the numinous chaos; fell, as it were, into the sea of unformed impressions that was surging then and rising, falling, giving rise to constant abominations; he emerged therefrom, rose from that sea, and stomped the chaos into form.

That is why we have a world today. That---

. . . and because he is working still.

He is working still, day in, day out, to keep the monsters bound; to fence off Hell; to keep such threats as world-devouring wolves, world-cracking snakes, and the pike-goats sealed away.

He is long-lived, he is terribly long-lived, but he is not immortal.

He cannot live forever; he cannot protect us forever; he will die, and when he dies, most likely, the world begin relapsing towards its former, lower-energy state.

When he dies, the Devil will break free; an antichrist will be claimed; scissors will fall, right out of space, and the world begin speeding towards its end. Institutions such as the Agency, the Lethal Corporation, and the Joint U. S. Government/Papacy Anti-Antichrist Squad will go to great lengths to stop it from dying, but can they succeed? And four children, each with a (largely incompatible) destiny to destroy the world, will come together in the house on Doom Lane and take up the motto:

"You don't have to die just because some people think your existence is evil."

Later, presumably, everything ends.