Destruction

Cambrian looked down upon the world that had long ago forgone its belief in his existence. Once they had heard his name and trembled in fear that a single wrong move would mean the destruction of their entire village. But now he was just a scary story they told to children to make them behave. Such a disgrace upon him that they would do such a thing, yet for a solid hundred years, Cambrian had allowed them to continue on this path of action, insulting him and treating him as little more than a made up word.

But he was done allowing this to continue. He had given them opportunities and warnings to renounce their mistakes. He had attempted to respread an understanding of who he was and what he would do. He had walked among the people and allowed them to see his destructive power, but they had ignored him, and rejected that he might have had something to do with the miraculous destruction that they had witnessed. And so now it was time for them all to be destroyed.

Out in the depths of space, maintaining his true body, Cambrian prepared a tidal wave of darkness to unleash upon the planet with which to suffocate its people. In the darkness of night they would be trapped for the rest of their days, unable to find their way, see what they were doing, or protect themselves. And after they had suffered in these conditions for ten days - for Cambrian only a few moments - he would unleash the next curse upon them.

When the people had finally learned to survive in total, inescapable darkness, he would make the food go bad. All food would immediately become rotten - fresh food, old food, cooked food. The instant that meat was separated from its host for the purpose of eating, it would go bad. The people would become sick, and their bodies would deteriorate, unable to get any vital nutrients to stay inside of their bodies long enough to be of any use.

And finally, when the people were weak, hungry, cold, and unable to see, he would rip the planet apart from the inside out. Its core would expand infinitely, overtaking the surface, splitting the crust apart and letting lava flow over it, dominating the surface world. When finally the people could see again, they would only live long enough to burn.

This was the price they paid for going against their god's will. For forsaking him, and treating his name as a child's joke. They had forgotten just how powerful their god was. And he was going to make sure that before they died, they remembered. Just long enough to regret their actions.