The Last Winter of Europe
The Last Winter of Europe
A Story of War, AI, and the Coming Tribulation
Chapter 1: The War That Should Never Have Been
Jonathan Hale watched from his small, dimly lit apartment in Vienna as the sirens blared across the city. It had been months since the European Union made its fateful decision—a war with Russia, framed as a peacekeeping mission but doomed from the start. One hundred thousand EU troops had marched into Ukraine, and within weeks, Moscow’s response was swift and merciless.
Europe, already crumbling under economic collapse, inflation, and freezing winters, had chosen suicide by war.
The night sky was orange, flames rising from distant munitions factories and blacked-out neighborhoods. Russia had not yet unleashed its nuclear arsenal, but the way their leaders spoke on state broadcasts, it was only a matter of time.
Jonathan set down his King James Bible, the pages worn from decades of reading, and exhaled.
"Wars and rumors of wars," he muttered, staring at Matthew 24:6.
He had seen it coming—anyone with eyes to see could tell that Europe was being led by fools and traitors. The EU’s leaders, globalist puppets like Ursula von der Leyen, had pushed war not for their people, but for their own agenda. They were disciples of the Club of Rome, believers in “limits to growth”—which was just a sophisticated way of saying they wanted population reduction.
"What better way to kill off millions legally than through war?" Jonathan thought bitterly.
The streets below were silent, save for the distant echoes of protests. The working-class people, who never wanted this war, had been abandoned. The elite sat in Davos, indulging in their bizarre, depraved rituals, signing NDAs for their escorts, while the poor starved in the cold.
In Germany, the factories stood still, its once-proud industrial economy reduced to rotting machinery and unemployment lines. Inflation was crushing the middle class, and now, the government was cracking down on "dangerous speech", censoring the internet, banning “unfiltered opinions,” and arresting dissenters.
Jonathan knew it was over for Europe. The question was when Russia would finish the job.
Chapter 2: The Abandonment
Months earlier, Trump had pulled the U.S. out of NATO’s war.
"America First," he had said, and he meant it.
Instead of wasting money on foreign wars, Trump had treated the rebuilding of the U.S. like a business project. Infrastructure was booming. New AI labs popped up across the Midwest. The secretive "Stargate" project, once rumored to be science fiction, was now a reality. Quantum computing, bio-enhancement, and AI defense grids were being built at a speed never seen before.
Jonathan had seen the Pentagon’s leaked reports: America wasn’t just using AI to automate jobs—it was building something beyond human comprehension.
Meanwhile, in China, the Communist Party had perfected the AI-police state. Their social credit system determined who could work, travel, or even access food. Those who resisted? Gone.
And Europe? It had nothing.
With the U.S. abandoning them and China uninterested in helping, Europe was left to fight its war alone.
They didn’t even have enough energy to keep the lights on in winter, yet they thought they could fight Russia? The WEF technocrats, safe in their Swiss retreats, were fine with the bloodshed. It was all part of the plan.
Russia, of course, wasn't going to let Europe exist after this. If nuclear war didn’t end it, the economic collapse would. The EU was finished.
Chapter 3: The Mark of the Beast
Jonathan had fled Vienna before it fell to riots and famine. He now lived in Poland, hiding in an underground Christian resistance community. The EU had declared martial law, and the digital ID system was now mandatory—all transactions, food purchases, and travel were linked to it.
Soon, the "peacekeepers"—now acting as enforcers for the regime—were going house to house.
"All must register. All must comply."
The Mark of the Beast system was coming online.
Those who refused the digital ID? Denied food, healthcare, and shelter.
Jonathan’s group shared what food they could, but the noose was tightening. Europe was no longer just an economic failure. It was a full-blown tyranny, run by leaders who had no loyalty to their people—only to their masters in Davos and Beijing.
Outside, he saw drones scanning the streets for unregistered citizens. The AI did not forgive, did not forget. It enforced compliance without mercy.
One of the younger believers, Daniel, sat next to Jonathan, flipping through the Bible.
"It’s the Great Tribulation, isn’t it?" the boy asked.
Jonathan nodded. There was no stopping it now.
The worst time in human history had begun.
And Europe had led itself into destruction, willingly.
Epilogue: The Last Christian in Europe
Years passed. The world was no longer the same.
The U.S. and China had become AI-powered empires.
Europe? A graveyard.
The war with Russia ended in nuclear fire. The survivors lived under total AI surveillance, where thought-crimes were punished with starvation.
Jonathan walked through the ruins of Vienna, clutching his tattered King James Bible.
No churches remained. No prayers were spoken aloud.
And yet, he whispered the words:
"Even so, come, Lord Jesus."
And as the last Christian of Europe stood beneath the burning sky, he knew that the world was on the brink of its final battle—the one foretold from the beginning.
Armageddon was near.