The universe is a big place.
Really, it's... almost unthinkably large. And at the time that primitive humanity was forced to abandon the earth. Although technology had indeed advanced to the point that the survival of mankind could be assured. No sure technology existed, to guarantee the continued survival of art, music, history, culture, politics and religion.
In fact, as primitive humanity spread out, drifting through the Galactic stars- at agonizingly sublight speeds. Targeting many, many distant new worlds, for colonization, and advancement. different pockets of humanity had already started to emerge.
In some ships, slow as they were to reach their destinations, many tens of thousands of lightyears away; History had prevailed. Knowledge was retained, and technology flourished.
The many advancements and achievements of these well run ships Would eventually form the basis, of prosperous and equally well run new worlds. And from there, the backbone, of a new intragalactic alliance of man. To begin to reconnect distant, colonized planets. with other, distant colonized planets. once many tens of thousands of years had passed, and many ships journeys were long done.
In other generational pods of humanity, however, religion prevailed, or regression prevailed, or in many cases the status quo, or even love of the assumed glorious past had prevailed.
And in ships such as this, much was eventually lost.
Actually, to be completely honest,
So much was lost, from even the most fortunate generational starship. That the memories of the accurate context, within which to place the original religions, politics, history, art, and cultures, of earth, had almost all already been damaged beyond any hope of repair.
Concepts of god and Satan, angels and demons, could no longer be accurately connected with the original meanings they once had, long ago. And humans became angels, humans became devils. Humans even became more than that.
Concepts of Left or right wing, concepts of class consciousness, even modern democracy and government were lost, and a galactic monarchy, situated on Gliese, eventually emerged from among mankind. to reunite scattered pockets of society and culture, everywhere across the galaxy. Wealth, and the power associated with it, had in many cases survived and lived on... Sometimes in it's existing forms, other times as a nameless economic force, or even under a new name altogether. Under a new, Mysterious context.
Enforced by descendents of the 500,000 original passangers and crew, on the technologically mightiest starship, (named Gliese, after its destination, as all generational ships were.) And the faster than light technology Gliese eventually developed, on their well adjusted, temperate, hospitable new home.
The monarchy brought great power, and advanced capabilities, to far away, new human planets. They reconnected many, even most, of the disperate, distant groups of long lost people. Groups whose descendants had not seen nor heard from each other. Never even made contact, in close to 100,000 years.
It was a powerful, but ultimately, unfortunately, also irresistible offer, for many governments, corporate heiracrchies, and even anarchies, of these many new human worlds. In Halicarnassus, or New England, some resistance did occur. But the culture and technology of these planets had not flourished, or advanced, on the original ships which spawned them. nor had it progressed at the same rate, on their eventual planets, and new homes.
Not The way it had done on Gliese. Where everything, from the atmosphere, to the star, to it's local space, to the culture of those who had landed upon it. Was all seemingly so perfect it could only have been made to order.
In fact, for some planets, that eventually fell under the Dominion if the alliance, and the monarchy. regrettably, society and culture had actually regreessed, in some cases to an extreme degree. Resulting in a more fuedal, or even medieval, seeming existence. Which transpired on these worlds, not just among the people, but even their rulers and governments as well.
Thus, when the great human alliance led by Gliese, appeared in the sky above them. There were few who wished to resist, or, in many cases, who even thought of the concept of resisting. but, for many of the powerless. They would die in a hopeless, doomed war they'd been impressed into fighting by their petty fuedal lords regardless. As the existing power structure resisted the coming monarchy, and broke themselves against it. Eventually only to be subjugated, and brought to heel. But nonetheless equally bestowed with it's many blessings of hope, of organization. Of communication, of human community, continuity, and technology.
And yet, even after the conquest and reunion of human planets. Even After the alliance under Gliese was steadfast and well established. With all its wealth, its many different cultures, value systems, and concepts starting to be preserved. A new galactic power emerged, to Oppose the monarchy.
And it stepped forward, to attempt to claim all there was, all creation, to claim "the entire world."
Knowledge of it, it's original foundation, and the source of its legitimatacy. Had seemingly come from scattered bits and pieces of old knowledge. from ancient texts, familiar to most who fled the earth in those starships, long long ago. But in many cases, whose true meanings and context were long ago lost.
This new power in the galaxy, was known as the Throne of Heaven. and upon it, sat "god."
The king, and humanity as a whole, at first, mainly ignored her.
But god would not go away. And, before long, her power would Certainly not be ignored.