The Rains Have Come

Infiltration was always our specialty. We've been among you for centuries, watching, waiting, ready to strike. You've never dealt with our kind before. Tyrants. Conquerors. Emperors. History sentenced this men to the annuals, their legacies claimed by a Four Hundred Year Darkness. Yet, we've remained eternal. A generation of scholars, historians and scientists working in sequence towards the ultimate goal. We traverse the galaxy, hidden in plain sight, our hands buried into the body that we wish destroyed, akin to a cancer ravaging the nervousness system of a poor, helpless victim. Oh yes, our hands were buried deep. We've tasted the congealed blood of our enemies and ravaged upon their sinew and flesh, growing stronger with each bite.
He can't see us but we see Him. The weapon we've been searching for. A blunt tool, forged by a culture bred for war, yet limited by the complacency of peace. But He has seen the lies for they have been revealed to Him and his people. As He seeks to reclaim his Manda'yaim, we shall watch from within. We have learned his weaknesses and our exploitation has already begun. If we've confused you, allow us to clarify...