"Damn this world, its morality, rules, and laws! I adhered to all of them, and what did they give me in Return?"
A lone man wearing a dirty white lab coat, sitting in his dilapidated office, his hand grasping an old photograph, the edges soft and worn out.
On it, he could see his younger self, smiling happily, standing beside a beautiful woman, her arms cradling a tiny baby boy, with a smile on her face. In the foreground, a little girl with a ponytail smiled joyfully.
Drip!
A single teardrop lands on the photograph and blurs the faces that hold so many precious memories.
"Eila, Anna, Jack. Just a little more….. I will see you guys soon." He whispered.
He closed his weary eyes, taking a journey to his bittersweet memories.
Faust McHollen, was once known for his unparalleled intellect and innovation, a prodigy never seen before on Earth.
His life was painted with the brush strokes of immense success, wealth, popularity, and influence. He had it all. When he was 25, he met his true love, Eila, a beautiful, kindhearted woman who brought joy to his life.
Her long black hair, her beautiful green eyes, and her cheerful attitude all bring Faust closer to her. They dated, married, and were blessed with two children, a girl and a boy.
His life is a smooth path, but all have their ends.
With Faust's brilliant achievements and life comes the jealous gaze of his competitors and friends.
Not knowing any better, trusting his 'friend', He fell into a devious scam, leading to his invention patent being forcefully seized, Losing his company in the process.
Yet, these seem still not enough. Burned by jealousy and fear, his ' friend' collaborates with Faust's competitor, orchestrating a heinous scheme.
The result is an unending tragedy that kills his wife, daughter, and Son.
Everyone thought he was dead, laughing with greed as they split apart his wealth, as they were busy fighting between themselves to gain more pieces of the cake.
Unbeknown to them, they have ignited the ticking time bomb for doomsday.
Despite all odds, Faust survived. At that moment, he swore to take revenge for everyone and everything that had any part in his family's demise.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
An alarm blared, pulling him back to reality, "Finally, it's finished." he murmured.
Opening his eyes, filled with unwavering determination, he stood up and left his office.
His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, and soon, he found himself in a bigger room filled with electrical devices and scientific instruments. Shelves were filled with laboratory test tubes, each filled with various colored liquids.
Walking to one of the electric devices that blinked in green, He pressed the button, and the container opened, And a malevolent grind stretched across his face.
Picking up one of the glass vials, encased within, is a small worm that writhed and coiled around. A menacing jaw that is disproportionate to its size, pointing at Faust, snapped open and closed.
His eyes blazing with madness "Hahaha! I've done it! I'VE FINALLY DONE IT!"
Faust's hands trembled as he carefully placed the vial back into the device.
"I had given up on revenge." He murmured, recalling Eila's words, "She told me to think of the kid's future."
"I Planned to move to another country and live peacefully, but you bunch of mongrels….."
Gritting his teeth, his voice rose in volume and intensity, "With your pathetic, feeble minds, you dared to lay hands on my family."
Looking around, his hand moved, taking up another vial containing a deep purple liquid, "Now, with this and the worms, you all will pay."
His memory conjured up the detestable faces of those who had wronged him, and his anger boiled over.
"You all hide behind your status and wealth," he seethed, his voice a low growl, "wielding morality like a weapon to justify your despicable deeds."
His eyes narrowed, a scornful sneer contorting his features as he continued, "You manipulate public sentiment to garner support for your sins."
"Now, I will burn it all with you."
He imagined the looks of sheer horror and defeat on their faces once they lost everything, when his plans came to fruition.
A maniacal laugh tore from his throat, reverberating through the underground chamber. "Hahaha! I can't wait for their despair!"
He moves the vial and the worm into another container, securing it in place. Faust than moved to a separate section, revealing a high-tech launch bay with a missile standing ready for launch.
Walking closer to the missile, he accessed a compartment specially engineered for its sinister payload.
Faust mused, with chilling calm in his tone.
"The virus within this parasite should be enough. Those who survive this will never repeat the same civilization. As the world then will be more focused on personal strength."
He uncapped the vial containing the worm, allowing it to tumble into the customized chamber. Its body recoils upon contact with the cold metal, hissing malevolently at Faust.
Next, he poured the dark purple liquid over the creature. It writhed and screeched in agony as its form disintegrated into a gooey mass, which then began to pulsate and multiply.
Faust's face twisted into a smirk. "This will do."
With deliberate motions, Faust sealed the container.
He then proceeded to the launch control panel. After pressing a series of buttons, a countdown initialized on the digital display, ticking down from 5:00:00.
"This should be enough time."
Retreating to his office, Faust sits beside the table, cradling a bottle of vodka in his weary hands.
With a resigned sigh, he began to drink deeply, his gaze fixating on the photograph of his family, his heart aching in his chest.
"Dad is coming... I'm so sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long."
He took another gulp of vodka, burning its path down his throat. He whispered, "Don't worry, they will pay... The world will pay dearly for what was done to us."
Slowly, he opened the desk drawer, taking out a handgun, its cold weight a stark contrast to the warm tears tracing lines down his cheeks.
Moving through the lab, he began to douse all his experimental results and notes with gasoline.
His gaze halted when it landed on a large glass cylinder, inside a organic egg, enveloped in mass of flesh, lay suspended in a nutrient-rich solution.
Placing his hand on the cool glass, his voice barely audible. "My only regret is that I never uncovered what you truly are."
From the genetic material found within the weird flesh, Faust had synthesized the virus and parasite.
Despite trying with all method and tools he have, the flesh had resisted all attempts to completely pry it open. "Well, now you and I shall go together to the underworld."
Faust's eyes now flickered with an unhinged, frenzied light.
Carefully, he extracted the egg, cradling it in his bare hands, feeling its eerie warmth seep into his skin.
With his other hand, he raised the handgun, firing indiscriminately around the laboratory.
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BANG! BANG! BANG!
The glass shattered, splintering into a million fragments as they crashed onto the floor, accompanied by the splattering of various experimental fluids, pooling together in chaos.
He withdrew a match, its tiny flame flickering for a moment before he tossed it into the chemical maelstrom below.
Instantaneously, the lab was consumed by an inferno, flames greedily devouring years of painstaking research and unholy creation.
Sitting down, he put the gun to his head and closed his eyes. "Bye-bye.. this forsaken dammed World!"
BANG!!!!
The gunshot rang out, a brutal finality, as Faust's body crumpled to the floor, blood mingling with the pool of chemicals. The fire starts to spread, enveloping him and the egg.
Yet, life has a different plan for Faust.
The fleshy cocoon encasing the egg began to tremble violently.
As the fire, fueled by the spilled chemicals, licked its way up, the cocoon emitted a pained, otherworldly scream.
The flesh burned down, revealing a glowing egg, its surface inscribed with strange runes.
Slowly, fractures formed on the egg's surface, and from within emerged a creature composed of a radiant, slimy substance, barely holding a tangible form.
An ethereal, feminine voice, laced with gratitude and sorrow, comes from it.
"What a tragically sad man you are. The heavens bestowed upon you blessings, yet never did they arm you with the resilience born from facing hardship. "
"The first true adversity you face plunged you directly into the abyss of misery."
"You have freed me, and for that, I will help you."
A portion of the creature detached itself, gliding toward Faust's lifeless form.
It hovered over his head, where the violent passage of the bullet had marred his once-vibrant mind.
Slowly, the silvery substance began to work, mending the brutal wound.
The luminous entity began to absorb its eggshell, its form undulating and shifting.
Gradually, it transformed into a gilded cocoon, expanding until it matched the size of a fully grown human.
Time passed…
A network of fractures spread across the cocoon.
An ethereal woman adorned with a cascade of golden hair and eyes that seemed to capture the essence of the universe itself stepped out.
Her beauty was transcendent, such that labeling her a goddess is just blasphemy.
With a gentle flick of her finger, the ravenous flames around her ceased their destruction, seemingly bowing in reverence.
They morphed into crimson threads that wove themselves around her, materializing into a magnificent dress.
Her ethereal eyes, full of wisdom and untold stories, lingered once more on Faust.
As the liquid enveloped Faust, forming a cocoon that swallowed his entirety, she whispered, "When next we meet, I hope to find you in a better shape."
Her form then began to lose its solidity, becoming transparent and diffusing into the surroundings, vanishing without a trace.
Meanwhile, the launch countdown continued...
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Alarms blared as the ground began to vibrate. Above, the earth split apart, creating a gaping maw, giving a path for the missile.
At the same time, the disastrous command that Faust had prepared was triggered globally.
In a distant military base, a technician, amidst routine maintenance, froze as his computer screen began to glitch erratically.
The screen was suddenly engulfed by a red text, as the harrowing words.
"THE TIME OF RETRIBUTION HAS COME! PAY YOUR SINS!"
"LET THE WORLD BURN!!!"
Dropped in a maddening loop across the display.
Panic constricting his voice, "Hey, something's going on here…"
However, before he get any response, the ghastly message propagated, taking over every computer screen in the facility.
An automated warning then blared through the intercom.
"Warning! A missile launch command has been activated. Please proceed to the designated areas for safety."
A noise of alarms, frantic voices, and hurried footsteps echoed through the base as personnel scrambled.
Amidst frenzied communications with upper echelons, the horrifying information found its way to a high-ranking official, a middle-aged man sitting in a lavish office.
He moved hesitantly toward the window, hands trembling slightly as he processed the news.
The cool glass panel mirrored back an image laced with fear and desperation. He whispered, "How could this happen?"
If Faust were present, he would recognize him immediately.
This man was the main culprit of his family tragedy. A hurried knock disrupted the man's contemplation, and several individuals clothed in tailored suits entered the room.
"Mr. President, we must evacuate immediately."
Without hesitation, the President nodded, moving with his specialized security detail toward a fortified bunker.
All around the globe, every nuclear missile installation began its countdown.
Silo doors grated open, revealing the chilling sight of missiles locked onto every military installation and capital city worldwide.
As alarms wailed, the missiles pierced the atmosphere. One by one, they soared into the sky.
Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh!
In one of the countless military facilities, one of the soldiers shivered as he looked at the analog screen.
"This is it. The end." He whispered.
More than 10,000 blips, each representing a nuclear missile, were painted across his screen, each moving closer toward a major urban center.
In a matter of moments. An incoming missile made an impact with their base, erupting into a colossal mushroom cloud that painted the horizon in apocalyptic hues.
KABOOM! CRACK!
The night sky transformed into an ominous spectacle, illuminated by devastating fireworks, heralding destruction across the globe.
Beneath the Earth's surface, the tectonic plates shifted, triggering a wave of natural disasters.
Massive tsunamis surged with relentless power, and earthquakes ravaged the ground, Storms and typhoons caused massive destruction as the world seemingly collapsed under the unrelenting wrath.
Chaos starts to engulf the globe. The initial shock gave way to desperate panics as the survivor scrambled aimlessly.
Every man and woman seemed ensnared by their own survival, with little regard for those around them.
Cars honked madly, their drivers fixated solely on escape, while the streets filled with a stampede of terrified individuals, taking a lot of casualties with it.
People pushed and shoved past each other, their empathy eroded by the sheer, overwhelming instinct to survive.
The strong bulldozed their way through the weaker, and cries for help were often drowned out by the anarchy.
Amid the pandemonium, some people saw it as an opportunity to act what they wanted.
Store windows, left unguarded by their fleeing owners, shattered under the force of bricks and bats.
Looters dashed inside, emerging with arms laden with electronics, jewelry, and clothing.
They moved with a predator's keenness, exploiting the absence of any authority as the police were too busy saving themselves.
Carjackers prowled the roads, yanking open doors of vehicles stuck in the traffic, pulling out drivers, and speeding off with a newfound ruthlessness.
In dim alleyways, worse crimes took place.
Some man take it as their last chance. They start raping their crush with no fear. Some indulge in their fantasy, killing and torturing others.
Gangs roamed with impunity, asserting their territorial dominance.
People were mugged in broad daylight. Some got gang raped, others killed. Screams were lost amidst the greater terror that held the city in its grip.
Even homes were not safe, as burglars took advantage of the empty streets, breaking into houses.
They rifled through personal belongings with greedy hands.
It was a portrait of humanity's darkest side, unfettered by the restraints of law, unrestrained by the bonds of morality.
A world thrust into the rule of the jungle, where survival was not just about living through the disaster but navigating the treachery of humankind itself.
In stark contrast to the prevailing selfishness, a minority emerged as beacons of hope.
These were the brave souls who, despite the risk to their own lives, stopped to aid the fallen, to guide the lost, and to comfort the frightened.
They stood out, not for heroism but for their humanity in a time when human decency seemed as devastated as the cities that lay in ruin.
They reminded the world that even in the darkest times, the human spirit could kindle compassion, solidarity, and courage.
Simultaneously, Faust's missile, following its trajectory, penetrated the atmosphere.
BOOM!
Upon reaching its zenith, it exploded, discharging a purplish liquid that began to disperse, enveloping the earth in its eerie embrace and seemingly forging a new, alien layer within the atmosphere.
Portions of the liquid descended toward the earth, intertwining with the radiation fog. It reacted, giving it an otherworldly glow.
Then, for the first time in history, a global rain commenced, the glowing irradiated liquid showering every corner of the world.
Amidst the doomsday, a young man, Nex, embraces a beautiful woman named Leslie.
He hugs her tightly, shielding her as much as possible from the rampant devastation enveloping them. Nex's dark eyes darted around warily.
A group of men, their faces twisted with malicious intent, approached them. Their eyes lingered on Leslie with vile interest.
But Nex was quick to intercept. "Stay back," he warned, positioning himself between Leslie and the advancing men.
The first assailant lunged, not even bothering to talk, but Nex was ready.
He met the attacker with a brutal counter. Nex's fist connected with a sickening crunch to the man's jaw, a spray of blood painting the air as the man stumbled back.
Another came at him with a makeshift weapon, a shard of broken glass glued into a bat.
Nex sidestepped, grabbed the man's arm, and with a savage twist, he heard the snap of bone. The man's agonized scream pierced the night.
The fight was a blur of violence, Nex moving swiftly as he is an experienced boxer.
When the last of the assailants lay motionless on the ground, the silence returned, save for the distant cries of chaos.
Breathing heavily, Nex turned back to Leslie. His hands, now stained with blood, reached out to caress her face.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her forehead in a tender kiss. "It's okay, Leslie. I got you,"
The earth beneath their feet trembled violently, fissures cracking and splitting the ground.
From above, a luminescent rain began to descend, bathing the night in an eerie purple glow.
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
In the distance, multiple red and ominous mushroom explosions punctuated the horizon with terrifying frequency.
With resolute determination, he carries her onto his back. "Leslie, we're not dying here. My house has an underground shelter. We can seek refuge there."
Leslie, her green eyes reflecting the chaos unfolding around them, whispered, her voice trembling with dread and sorrow.
"Nex, this...this is just the beginning. Things will become even worse soon."
He nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Yet he refuses to give up. He moved quickly as he evaded the crumbling demise of the world.
The date is October 7, 2083, a day etched forever into History, both revered and hated by those who survive.
They called it by various names. The Dawn of the Apocalypse, the Commencement of a New Era.
However, as the ashes of the old world gave rise to a new civilization, in the distant future, this cataclysmic event would be referred to as 'The Faust Apocalypse: The Cleansing of the Unworthy'.
History would narrate it as the result of rampant greed and insatiable desire, spiraling uncontrollably into the annihilation of an entire civilization.
A month later, on November 15, 2083, beneath the remnants of the world, in the very area where it all began, a silvery cocoon began to quiver and crack.
A pale, white arm extended cautiously from within, feeling the chill of the new world.
A young man, seemingly in his early 20s, with gray hair tumbling down his shoulders.
His eyes, a penetrating amber, flickered with confusion and a myriad of unspoken emotions as he gasped.
"What happened...?"