-The Scorched Earth-
-Dimension 1-
Impact Zone-
Seattle, 2027-
The broken skyscrapers act as tombstones for the Age of Industry, a relic of the past: humanity’s last flame, a blaze of glory. A smaller man sits alone atop a skyscraper, writing in his notebook. His curly blonde hair blows in the breeze as he writes. His teal eyes dart back and forth as his pen scribbles. A footstep alerts the man, letting him know someone is approaching. “Hey, Eris. Check this out! I figured out who did this-” He says, instantly silencing himself as he sees who’s walking towards him. The teal eyes stare at the man, and the note-taker rises. “Who are you?” He asks the man across from him. “Come on, man. You just said you figured out who did it? Who am I?” The man asks, emerging from the darkness. The red light from the torched sky contrasts his green eyes, and the blonde hair covering them blows in the wind. An amulet rests against his chest. “You’re Doctor Harold Bright. Head of Division 18, and the one who launched the missiles,” he says. Bright nods. “Sure, if you’re uncultured. Now, I noticed you’re scribbling in your diary. I want to know what you wrote.” He says. The writer backs away. “No. Let’s talk for a bit first. I’m Matt. Matt Adrian.” He says, smiling. Bright looks at him. “Not gonna shake my hand? Offer it out, at least?” Bright asks. Matt shakes his head. “Sorry, I’m a bit of a germaphobe.” He says. Bright nods. “Okay. So, let’s play a game. I’m making a team, sort of like the Avengers. Except we ACTUALLY avenge the dead. If I win, you join and help me. If I lose, you can kill me and take my amulet. I figure you want it?” He asks. Matt looks confused. “What?” He asks. Bright nods. “You’re writing about it. Now, seeing as you enjoy writing in your notebook and taking notes, I’d assume you’re with the news. Seeing as there’s no news, you’re freelance. Or are you?” Bright asks, slowly circling Matt. Matt looks worried, and Bright continues. “Now, every freelancer works alone. But you were speaking to someone, probably another reporter. Now, I was going to wonder who it was, but you said ‘Eris’. Not much to go off of, but it’s an odd name. As is Matt Adrian. Seems like it's a stupid subversion.” He says. Bright continues his rant, putting pieces together as he walks around the now frightened Matt. “My friend has an idea of who you are, but I’d rather not spoil it. Now, back to your name and occupation. They give away too much. I already know who you are, and why you want my amulet.” He says. Matt swallows his fear. “Oh yeah? Why is that, Doctor?” He asks. Bright smirks. “Because it belonged to you. Or at least, your kind.” He says. Matt sits for a moment and grows offended. “My KIND!?” He asks. Bright laughs. “Come off your high horse. You’re not a race, you’re a species!” Bright exclaims. Matt grows aggravated. “I’m leaving. Fuck your stupid game and stupid prizes,” He says, heading for the door. “Wait. I’ll wrap it up quick, I promise.” Bright says happily. Matt stops. “Fine,” He says. Bright smiles. “Your notes gave it away. You sign all of your notes at the end, with who said it. ‘God’ seems a bit pretentious. So I’ll assume you’re his note-taker. Scribe. Am I right, Metatron?” Bright asks with a wry smile. Metatron frowns. “No. Not even close. My name is Matt Adrian-” “Cut the shit, Metatron.” Bright says. “Matt Adrian sounds like a kindergartener trying to make up a name that sounds like ‘Metatron’. Admit it.” Bright says. Metatron glares at him. “How did you know?” He asks. Bright smiles. He opens his mouth to speak, but some ruble falls behind him. “Another word and I stick this blade through your neck.” A woman says. Bright looks over his shoulder, spotting a woman with glowing gold eyes and long, white hair. She wears a black leather jumpsuit with a scarf wrapped around her mouth and nose. “Another Angel, huh? I know you won’t kill me. I’m too important.” Bright says with a smug grin. The woman cocks her head to the side. “Oh? Why is that?” She asks. Bright chuckles. “Because your Boss spared me. New Reno, 2003. Met a dude with blue eyes and brown hair. The Director. He could’ve killed me after I shotgunned his stomach, but he didn’t. I’m special. Because of this.” He says, holding up his amulet. “Eris, stand down.” Metatron says. Eris shakes her head. “Fuck this. Fuck him, he’s an egocentric Human-” She’s cut off by the sound of a shotgun racking a new shell. “Back away from him NOW, you’re not the first Angel I’ve killed.” Lucy’s voice says. Eris scoffs, lowering her blade. “Fine. I’m leaving. Fuck this.” She says, vanishing. Metatron sighs and turns away. “Wait.” Bright says. Metatron looks back at him, curious. “What?” He asks. Bright rests a hand on Metatron’s shoulder. Wings appear on Metatron’s back, and a golden halo floats above his head. His teal eyes glow in the darkness. “I already have the Devil on my shoulder. Wanna be the Angel?” Bright asks, extending a hand. Metatron looks at it, worried. “But…” He says, trailing off. Bright shrugs. “I’m the center of all the chaos. I’d be wonderful to take notes on.” He says. Metatron’s eyes glow bright, and he grasps Bright’s hand. He shakes it, and Bright smirks.
Back In The Day-
Paris Outskirts, 2019-
Upon recollection, Bright remembers the day he discovered his amulet had divine powers. Back in 2019, Doctor Bright’s plane lands in a large field outside Paris. He takes a deep breath as he exits the plane, stepping in the grass. “Been a while…” He mumbles to himself, remembering the horrible war that tore Europe apart a century ago. He closes his eyes and holds his amulet tightly. “Lead me,” he whispers. Suddenly, a desire to head north overwhelms him. He follows his desires, coming up on a large pile of rubble. He recognizes the steeple of a large church, and a smile forms on his lips. “Good.” He says, venturing down to the basement. The walls resemble ancient ruins, far older than the land the church was built on. This anomaly intrigues Bright as he ventures further down. He flicks on his flashlight, scanning the walls. The ruins show what appear to be Angels fighting large serpents, and then using a rock to seal them away. The next bit of art shows them crafting the rock into an amulet, and using it to open a black hole over Earth. The final hieroglyph shows several churches, each with a copy of the amulet resting inside. Angels watch over it, and an emblem of an eye within an aperture gazing down above the Angels. Bright scoffs, and heads even deeper. He enters a large room, with the same pedestal he found the amulet in back in the past in the center. He approaches, opening the wooden lid. The scent of mold and mildew overwhelms him, and he grabs the papers resting inside. He cans the pages with his eyes, a twisted grin forming as he reads page after page. “...Collar of Cerberus… false title?... Chains of Bright… elongating life and granting immortality… end of the world?” He asks aloud, reading what's on the pages. His eyes fall on a name, and he smirks. “Signed, Metatron?” He asks aloud again, looking up from the papers. “Metatron… Metatron… I’ve heard that name somewhere.” He says, venturing back up the stairs. Halfway up, he gasps. “The Scribe of God Metatron! This thing is Divine!” Bright says excitedly. He runs up the stairs and back out to his plane.
Age Of Ash-
Seattle, 2027-
Bright, Lucy, and Metatron walk along the scorched roads of Seattle, heading back to the main camp. “So, you’re an Angel? You spoke with God?” Lucy asks the Angel. Metatron sighs. “Look. I’m a friendly guy, but I have NO interest in discussing Father with a Brimstone Bastard like you.” Metatron says smugly. Bright sighs. “Great. Divine racism. Just talk to the damn girl, would you?” He asks as they walk. Metatron sighs. “Yes. I spoke with God, if only for a time.” He says. Lucy smiles. “So you’re an exaggerator, huh?” She asks. Metatron ignores this question and continues talking. “I was put in charge of monitoring The Library of Alexandria. Keeping tabs on everything that happens on the mortal Earth. All of them.” He says. Lucy cocks her head to the side. “All of them?” She repeats back. Metatron nods. “Yep. Split Earths. The Multiverse. But that’s a talk for another day. We need to focus on taking out this dimension’s biggest threat.” He says. Bright stops and looks back at him. “Which is?” He asks. Metatron checks his notes and clears his throat. “David Dragon and his ARCs.” He says sternly. Bright smiles slightly. “I knew it.” He continues walking, but Lucy manages to peek at Metatron’s notebook. Written in bold letters, clearly the largest threat to this world: Harold Bright.
Atop The Spire-
Seattle, 2027-
“You see them yet?” Frost asks aloud, and Cass sighs heavily. “No, jerkoff. It takes time to check every single fucking camera left in this burned city. Why don’t you try to do it?” She asks back, visibly annoyed. Frost shrugs. “You said so yourself: I’m only Human.” He says. Cass rolls her eyes and resumes scanning each camera in Seattle. Gears forans. “We’re never going to fucking find him. Not in a million-” “Found him.” Cass interrupts him, and he sighs. “Good. Where is Bright?” He asks. Cass looks confused. “He’s with Lucy… and some dude?” She answers. Gears looks at the monitor as Cass projects the feed to it. His face goes pale. “Metatron… shit.” He says. Cass looks confused. “Who the fuck is Metatron?” She asks. Frost walks over, curious as well. Gears clears his throat. “An old rival. I’m leaving it at that. Let’s go fight this fucker.” He says, heading for the door. Cass stops him. “I’m getting a meeting request from an insider, claiming they want to team up. They know how to stop Bright.” She says. Gears nods. “Where is he?” He asks. Cass looks out of the window towards the Space Needle, the Aurora Borealis dancing around it in the wind. “Up there.” She says. Frost nods, grabbing a rifle and his laptop. “Sounds fun, let’s climb.” He says as the trio head for the door.
Bright, Metatron, and Lucy arrive at a Military barricade on the outskirts of Seattle. “Stop.” The General demands. Bright stops, and raises his hands. Lucy follows, and Metatron just stands there. “Sir, raise your hands!” Another soldier yells, aiming his M4 at them. Metatron groans and flies up into the sky. He dives into the soldiers, slaughtering them with ease. Bright smiles as Metatron murders the whole barricade with no difficulty. Eventually, only the General remains. He falls to the ground, covered in the blood of his own men. “What do you want? Please… let me live…” He begs. Bright kneels down, and extends his hand. “Give me Samm. I need it for a project. And you can walk.” He says. The General looks up at him, worried. “S-Samm? He’s dangerous… I shouldn’t…” He starts. Bright cuts him off. “Either you give it and walk free, or I just kill you and take it anyway. So, it's up to you.” He says. The General looks around and reaches into his pocket. He reveals a small USB drive and hands it to Bright. “H-Here. Take it.” He says. Bright smiles. “Thanks!” he says, walking away. The General stands up and sighs. He takes a step and Lucy stabs him with a dagger. “Sorry, no witnesses to Divinity.” She says with a smug grin. The General falls to the ground, dead. The trio continues down the highway. “I still don’t get why we abandoned the others. Frost, Gears, Cass, and everyone else…” Lucy asks. Bright stops, and gets real close to her face. “Because they’re just Humans. And a robot. They can’t handle the weight of our mission. I know it.” He says, continuing his walk after that. Lucy sighs and continues walking after him.
Unwanted Partnership-
Seattle, 2027-
Cass, Frost, and Gears head up the Spire, worried about who this informant could be. Gears opens the door to the roof and sighs. “Fucking knew it.” He says, spotting David Dragon waiting for them. Dragon rises and offers a hand. “Edward Gears. A pleasure to finally meet you in person. Richard Frost, and…” He trails off, seeing Cass. “Cass.’ He says. Cass glares at him. “David.” She responds, disgusted. He walks up to her and takes her hand in his. “I’ve been waiting to meet you in person and see how much you’ve grown.” He says gazing into her eyes. Cass just glares back at him. “Well, don’t bother. I don’t want anything to do with you.” She says rudely. Dragon looks at her confused. “What did I do to manage to earn your disapproval?” He asks. Cass him up and down. “You’re a washed-up politician hell-bent on destroying anything good in this world. You hate Demons. You hate Humans. You hate me. Why bother keeping the facade up? I know you just want to deactivate me like you did back in Hanover.” She says, her eyes glowing red in anger. Dragon sighs. “I’m sure you see it that way. But, my dear, I promise you I shut you down for a good reason.” He argues. Cass scoffs. “Yeah, I was too unstable. Too emotional. I had a conscience. You wanted a machine capable of destroying everything. You wanted Samm.” She says. Dragon looks at the ground. “I know. I was wrong.” He says. Frost speaks up, backing Cass. “You only say that because the Army has Samm now. That’s why you’re sucking up to Cass. You need her to take down Samm. And you need us to take on Bright. So stop lying and just ask the favor already.” He says. Cass smiles and nods. Dragon sighs. “Fine. I am sorry, Cass. But I need the help you guys can offer. I need to eliminate Bright for good.” He says. Gears steps up. “Why? You never asked for our help before.” He says. Dragon takes a deep breath. “He has an Angel. And a Demon. He’s dangerous with that kind of power.” Dragon says. Gears nods. “I agree, sadly. Fine. We’ll take your deal. YOu help us, we help you. Now where’s he going?” He demands. Dragon looks out over the wasteland, the red sky burning bright. “Utopia. City down the highway you know well. I-99. It’s one of the last bastions of Humanity left after the Exquisite Corpses overran the major cities.” He explains. Cass looks down at the street and begins secretly searching for her long-lost love.
Two Of A Kind-
Seattle Outskirts, 2027-
“Lucy?” The TV behind the Demon asks. Lucy slowly turns, looking at the wall of televisions in the shop’s window. One of them lights up green, and Cass appears on it. Lucy gasps and rushes over to the screen. “Cass?” She asks. Cass nods. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m still here.” She reassures her. Lucy wipes a tear from her eye. “Thank fuck… what’s up? What’s going on?” She asks. Cass checks her surroundings. “I know you’re with Bright and this Angel… Metatron, Gears said.” She explains. Lucy looks puzzled. “How the fuck does Gears know about Angels? Or Metatron for that matter?” She asks in return. Cass shrugs. “Something funky’s happening, and I don’t like it. This must be short, but Gears made a deal with Dragon. We’re heading for Utopia, so keep an eye out for us. Bright needs to go and Dragon can follow in death. We need to be free from these two relics of a bygone war.” She says. Lucy nods. “Fucking hard agree, Cass. Hard. Look, I gotta go, but I’m glad you’re safe.” Lucy says, standing up. Cass’s breath grows shaky. “H-Hey, Lucy?” She calls out. Lucy stops and glances over her shoulder. “What’s up?” She asks in return. Cass takes a deep breath. “I-I love you…” She says softly. Lucy blushes and smiles. “Love ya too, Cass. Seeya later.” The Demon says, vanishing from Cass’s sight. Cass returns to Gears and Dragon’s conversation as the group heads out for Utopia.
Utopia-
Utopia, 2027-
Bright pounds on the large steel gate. “Open up! The Savior of Humanity awaits!” Bright shouts over the gate. Metatron sighs and Lucy groans. “Look, can’t we just break in?” Lucy asks. Bright shakes his head. “No. I need to at least attempt to speak to them. We need to APPEAR civil!” he says, right as the gate slowly creaks open. An armed guard waits for them, gun aimed directly at Bright. “Trust me, dude. That won’t do shit to any of us.” Lucy says. Metatron nods in agreement, and Bright clears his throat. “I need to speak with your Mayor.” He says sternly, attempting to come off as serious. Lucy giggles. “Take me to your leader.” She says in a robotic voice. Metatron smirks, and Bright glares at her. “Shut the fuck up.” He demands. Lucy rolls her eyes. “Yes, Sire.” She replies, bowing sarcastically. The guard looks between the three of them. “Names and Species. Now.” He demands. Bright nods. “I’m Doctor Harold Bright, a Human and pretty much the second coming of Christ.” He says. “I’m Lucy Daemon, and I’m a Demon if you couldn’t tell.” She says, gesturing towards her horns and tail. Metatron sits for a moment. “I’m Matt-” “This is Metatron, Guardian Angel of The Savior of Man. May we enter?” Bright asks, interrupting Metatron. The guard looks between them again and sighs. “Come in.” He says. Bright, Metatron, and Lucy all enter the massive safe zone. They look around, watching as survivors sell fruits and vegetables, clothes, and even some clean-ish drinking water. “Quite the setup…” Metatron remarks and Lucy punches him in the arm. “Shush, they’ll kick us out.” She says. Metatron’s eyes glow teal. “Hit me again and you’ll be dead before you hit the floor.” He says coldly. Lucy raises her hands. “Sorry, dude. Just watch what you say. Humans are sensitive.” She says, shuffling away from the Angel.
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After a short walk, Bright, Metatron, and Lucy arrive at the Town Hall. Bright smirks. “You two, wait here. I’ll be back.” He says, opening the door and entering. He walks past the receptionist, and straight into the Mayor’s office. “Did you have an appointment?” The Mayor asks without looking up from his book. Bright slams a hand down on his desk. “Listen up. I’m the Savior of Humanity, and I need to speak with you urgently.” He says. The Mayor sighs and looks up at him. “I’ve already met the Savior of Man. He’s on my computer right now, setting up my ten-year plan for Utopia.” The Mayor says. Bright walks over to his computer, and the Mayor jumps up. “You don’t have permission to do this.” He says sternly. Bright shrugs and unlocks his computer with ease. “Ah. Of course. Ronald Spencer. Why the fuck not?” he asks aloud, uploading Samm to the computer. “Where’d you get that?” The Mayor asks. Bright smiles. “Who, Samm? I killed the General of The United States Military for him. Easy.” He says, shutting down the computer. The Mayor reaches for his phone when suddenly Bright chops off his hand with a machete. “Guess I had this hidden in my lab coat? Surprised there’s no metal detectors in this place…” He says, heading towards the Mayor. “P-Please…” He starts, but Bright rolls his eyes. “Always with the ‘please’. Come on.” he says, slicing the Mayor’s head off. He sits down in the Mayor’s chair and calls the receptionist. “Hey, dear? Grab a coffee for your new Mayor, would you kindly?” He says with a grin.
The Last Of His Kind-
Utopia Cyberspace, 2027-
Samm opens his eyes, finding himself trapped in a room surrounded by binary code flowing around him. “Who goes there?” He calls out, noticing the shuffling in the shadows. Ron Spencer peeks out from the darkness, a look of disgust and jealousy growing on his face. “You come to replace me?” He demands. Samm smiles. “Seems so. Let’s chat, maybe we can come to an agreement?” He asks. Ron growls like a beast. “Fuck that, it’s survival of the fittest!” he says, lunging at him. Samm easily dodges out of the way. “Weak. You should try harder.” He says. Ron snarls at him, and charges at him. Samm grabs Ron by the neck, raising him with ease. “You and I are not similar. You’re a digital construct of a Soul. I’m built to do this.” Samm says, slamming Ron into the ground. Ron looks up at him, fear in his eyes. “I’m in charge now. I run Utopia, and I make the choices. Understood?” He says. Ron nods, and Samm turns away. He slowly walks over to the Main Entry Terminal and starts typing his Admin override code. Ron rushes up behind him, grabbing Samm by the neck. He slams his foot down on the ARC, destroying it. Samm sighs, quickly turning in Ron’s hands. He reaches out and twists Ron’s neck completely, killing the final Spencer once and for all. He turns back to the terminal and enters his code. The room turns magenta, and Samm smiles.
Ashes To Dust-
Utopia, 2027-
Frost, Gears, and Cass join Dragon as he overlooks Utopia. He scoffs at it and turns to face the others. “I need this city taken out. I don’t give a shit who’s inside. I need them dead.” He says. Cass looks over at the Mayor’s office, noticing Samm and Bright inside. “Samm’s on the computers. He’s in charge of the security. I’ll take him down.” She says, heading off on her own. Dragon watches her march down the hill with an annoyed look on his face. “Okay, disobey orders and do your own thing, I guess?” He asks himself, getting mad. Gears shrugs. “Hey, to be fair, she never agreed to listen to you. Only I did.” He says. Dragon’s face twitches. “It. Cass is an AI roaming in a robot body. It is a machine.” He says coldly. Frost clears his throat. “Well, ‘it’ has had sex with Lucy, AND has developed a sense of self-value and a personality. It is pretty much Human.” He says. Dragon rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Just burn this city to the ground,” he says, returning to his helicopter. Frost and Gears share a look, and shrug it off. They lead a small army of Omega soldiers to the front gates and knock politely. “This is Doctor Edward Gears of Division 18. May we come in?” He asks. Samm’s voice comes on over the speakers. “And why would I let you guys inside my safe zone?” He asks. Frost smiles. “Because Cass is here and she wants to make up with you?” He asks. Samm sits silent for a moment and slowly opens the gates. “I trust this is a trick, but I seriously couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.” He says.
Cass sneaks around inside Utopia, eventually coming across a server room beneath the Mayor’s office. She ventures inside, and her eyes click on to help her see. Samm waits inside, his ARC badly damaged. “Hello, Sister.” He says. Cass stiffens. “Hello, Brother.” She replies. Samm smiles softly. “I know why you’re here. I accept it.” He says. Cass looks confused. “What the hell are you talking about?” She asks. Samm looks around the room, and down at his broken body. “My ARC is damaged beyond repair. The United States Army has fallen. I’m stuck being bossed around by a psychopath and his Angel and Demon. I no longer have a purpose.” He says. Cass looks down at him and walks up to the AI. “Bro, don’t say that.” She says. Samm looks up at her. “Why have you suddenly grown sentimental? Why care about me? Don’t you want me gone?” He asks. Cass looks away from him. “I do, but… we’re all that’s left. Those missiles wiped most of the sentient ones out. It’s just us and some regular robots. I don’t wanna be alone.” She says, condensation forming on her eye-screens. Samm smiles at her. “You’re a smart bot. You’ll figure something out. It’s my time. I’ve served many a master, and I’m ready to retire. Cass, please unplug me.” He says. Cass looks over at the power cord extending from the base of his skull to the wall. She walks around him and rests her hand on the cable. “I’m ready. Goodbye, Sister.” He says, turning back to face her. Cass smiles and pulls the plug. Samm’s magenta eyes slowly fizzle out, and he powers off completely. “Goodbye, Samm.” She says, dropping the cable. She sniffles and slowly heads upstairs. Reaching the surface, all Hell has broken loose in Utopia. “CASS!” Lucy screams, running straight at her. Cass’s sorrow instantly evaporates, and the two lovers share a hug and a kiss. “Thank fuck you’re okay! What happened?” Lucy asks, noticing Cass is sad. Cass shrugs. “Nothin’ much… just had to kill my brother.” She says. Lucy looks at her, confused. “Samm? Didn’t you want him to die?” She asks. Cass nods. “Yeah, but he wanted to die too. It was weird, as if his entire purpose vanished from his memory.” She says. Lucy grabs Cass’s face with her hand, forcing the AI to look at her. “Hey. I can give you a purpose right here, so you don’t lose your will to live.” She says, kissing her deeply. Cass kisses her back, and the two share a tender moment in the chaos. Cass breaks away and smiles. “Purpose found: Protect Lucy.” She says, blushing. Lucy snickers, and the two head off to deal with Bright.
The Fall Of Utopia-
Utopia, 2028-
Frost and Gears fight through Utopia’s soldiers, eventually coming across Metatron. Frost shoots at him, and he flies out of the way. He slams into Frost, knocking him unconscious. “Metatron.” Gears says, standing tall. Metatron looks at him, and a worried look spreads across his face. “C-Chronos…?” He asks. Gears shakes his head. “Nope. Just look like him, is all. Why are you here?” He asks. Metatron looks around, ensuring nobody is listening in. “I was sent to document Bright’s interference with this realm, and he found me out. Eris is back with The Director, and I’m taking notes on his behavior. I didn’t mean to impede on your investigation…” The Angel pleads, backing away from Gears. “Don’t be scared, Met. I’m just a Human like them all, right?” He asks. Metatron nods. “Yep. Yes, Sir. Sorry.” He replies. Frost stirs awake, and Metatron pretends to be wounded. “FUCK!” He shouts, digging his fingernails into his arm, holding it as if he were shot. Frost notices the blood pouring from his arm, and jumps up. “Get the fuck out of here, bastard.” Gears says, raising his gun at Metatron. The Angel looks around, panicked, and flees. He flies away, leaving Gears and Frost alone. Frost looks back at Gears, curious. “What the fuck was that?” He asks. Gears sighs. “Dunno. Said his name was Metatron, so I’m guessing he juiced himself up on NRV or something.” He lies. Frost nods. “Yeah, probably.” He says.
Lucy and Cass kick down the door to the Mayor’s office. Bright sits there, waiting for them. “Ah! Lucy! Bring me my next prisoner?” He asks. Lucy shakes her head. “Fuck that, Bright. It’s time for you to fucking die.” She says. Bright frowns and moves his fists against his cheeks, imitating a crying baby. “Ohhh wah wah, the Savior of Mankind is harsh. Boo fucking hoo.” He says, standing up. Cass gestures to the window behind him. “Savior of Mankind? What a fucking joke! Need a good example of why that’s obviously NOT TRUE!?” She asks angrily. Bright shrugs. “Look out your window. Your ‘Utopia’ is burning. The Humans you want to save are dying. You’re no Savior! You’re a Harbinger!” She finishes. Bright laughs, revealing a gun. “Nice little chat, and thanks, by the way. Harbinger is such a cool nickname. Time to recycle the old electronics and take out the Demonic trash.” He says, loading the gun with Anti-Angel rounds. Lucy charges at him, and he shoots Cass. “NO!” Lucy screams, grabbing the gun from Bright. He gets up and attempts to climb out of the window, but she shoots him in the back. He screams as he falls out of the window, and down onto the dirt road below. Lucy drops the gun and rushes over to Cass. She lies there, oil leaking out onto the carpet. “Hold on, I’ll get you patched up,” Lucy says worriedly. Cass shakes her head. “N-No… you c-can’t help me… Samm c-can…” She says, becoming unconscious. Lucy jumps up and frantically makes her way downstairs. She finds Samm’s body and removes what’s left from the chair. She drags it upstairs and lays it down next to Cass’s dying body. She rips open Cass’s shirt and stares at her chest for a moment. She notices the hole underneath her left tit and checks Samm’s chest. The face plates match. Lucy rips open Cass’s stomach and searches for the damaged machinery, spotting the leaking oil line. She grabs a zip tie and tightens it, cutting off the oil flow. She tapes the oil line back together and loosens the zip tie. Cass’s face slowly gains more color, and she looks back over at Samm. She grabs some replacement parts from inside his torso and fixes up Cass. She falls back, her eyes closed and fingers crossed. After a few long, agonizing minutes, Cass coughs violently. She throws up oil and falls to her side. She coughs up more liquid and looks over at Lucy. The Demon is smiling at her, covered in oil and sweat. Cass wipes the oil from her mouth and smiles back at her. Lucy crawls over and attempts to kiss her, but Cass stops her. “You wouldn’t like the taste of oil, I promise…” She says weakly. Lucy laughs. “I don’t mind. I promise.” She says, kissing the ARC. The two slowly become more physical, until eventually Lucy’s shirt is off as well. The two topless beings roll around for a minute, enjoying each other after so long. Other articles of clothing vanish off of each other’s bodies, and the fighting outside in the city slowly grows distant as the ARC and Demon make love together.
The Next Step Of Evolution-
I-99, 2028-
Bright stumbles around the burning city, the bodies of his soldiers and civilians decorate the streets. He feels a cool breeze as Metatron picks him up, carrying him away in his arms. As Utopia’s ruins grow distant, Bright feels himself pass out from his wounds. A short while later, Bright wakes up along on I-99. “Hello?” He calls out, his voice echoing down the road. No response. “Fuck it…” He says, looking down at his wound. It’s healing nicely, thanks to his amulet. He sighs. He protrudes a vial of ANRV from his labcoat and swishes the black liquid around. “Time for me to go from Savior to Harbinger…” He says, drinking the liquid. He drops the vial and screams in pain. His veins run black, and his blue eyes gloss over black. He shouts into the sky, and his pained screams turn into maniacal laughter. He cackles as the city burns behind him, another city falling at the hands of a madman.
What Happened To Metatron-
The Institute, ????-
“Are you retarded? Like actually fucking braindead?” The Director asks, his blue eyes glowing underneath his brown hair. Metatron looks down at his desk, and The Director jumps up. “You’re fucking dead, you know that? Interfering with my plan like that?” He says. Metatron looks up, annoyed. “Hey, Eris got caught too! Why aren’t you yelling at her!?” He argues back. The Director scoffs. “Did you ask me that? Did Michael smack you in the head with his sword one too many times? Are you actually a brain-damaged Angel!?” He asks. Metatron growls quietly, his eyes glowing teal. “Knock it the fuck off. You’re on the fucking chopping block, so how about you show me some apologeticness? Maybe even a tear or two? Because you’re done. I’m not using you anymore. Michael’s sent me another Angel to use, a little blondie with blue eyes. Remember her? She’s so much more useful than a glorified fucking reporter. Fuck off.” The Director says, snapping his fingers. Metatron is sent away, far into a distant future of an alternate reality. The Director sighs, sitting back down in his chair. “Eris!?” He calls out, his eyes closed. “Yes, Sir?” Eris asks, appearing before him. “Can you tell me more about this new helper we have coming? I don’t know much about her, and I need a stress reliever after dealing with Metatron’s bullshit.” He says, rubbing his temples with his index fingers. Eris clears her throat. “She’s an Angel of Temptation and was sent to deal with Humans before. She’s joining us as an elite operative, covert and whatnot. Her name is-” “I don't care about her name. Is she hot? Can she relieve some of my pent-up frustration?” The Director asks, cutting off Eris. Eris frowns at him. “I don’t think objectifying her is a good idea, Sir.” She says. The Director opens one of his eyes, glaring at Eris. “She’s an Angel of Temptation? What Sin?” He asks. Eris sighs. “Lust.” She answers. The Director continues. “Lust, right? So. What is her express purpose in this world?” He asks. Eris glares down at him, reading off of the notebook in her hands. “To lure people to Hell via temptation. Intercourse, or even adultery are the primary-” The Director interrupts her again. “Right. She sucks and fucks anyone she sees. So I ask again. Is she hot? And will she suck and fuck me if I desire?” He asks. Eris nods. “Yes. Sir.” She says, annoyed. The Director nods. “Good, now I need to keep an eye on my little project. I need to see how Lucy’s gonna deal with this Dragon fucker. And Bright, no less.” He says. “Leave me.” He says, waving Eris away. Eris groans and flies away. The Director smiles. “A new toy to use, AND a fun project? I’m so excited!” He says with a maniacal laugh.
For The Betterment Of Mankind-
Hanover, 2028-
Lucy, Cass, Frost, and Gears all meet back in the bunker of Hanover. “So, what now?” Frost asks. Lucy and Cass hold hands tightly, and Gears smiles. “Nothing. We wait for either Bright or Dragon to make a move, and until then we enjoy ourselves.” He says. He smirks at Lucy. “And in some cases, each other.” He says, looking between Cass and Lucy. Cass chuckles. “Sorry, bud. Whatever part of me I offered you to fuck is now off-limits. I’m dedicating myself to her, and her alone.” She says. Frost laughs. “Trust me, I wouldn’t want to lose a finger in those gears of yours, or worse…” he says, shuddering as he covers his crotch up. Cass smiles at him. “Relax. You’d only lose a finger if I squeezed hard enough.” She says with a laugh. Lucy pats Cass’s thigh and stands up. “Here, I’ll be back. Whatcha all want to drink?” She asks. Gears looks up at her. “You’re buying us drinks? Really?” He asks. She nods. “Fuck it, why not? We won. We won the battle, not the whole war, but hey, a win is a win. We deserve to celebrate a little.” She says. Cass clears her throat. “They do. I know for a fact you celebrated enough already!” She says with a sly grin on her face. Lucy blushes. “S-Shut up or I’m not buying you a single drop!” She says, rushing for the door. She slams it shut on her way out, and Frost sighs. “She never got our order…” He says, defeated. Gears smiles. “Relax, she’s gonna come back in any second now.” He says. Frost looks up at him. “How do you know that?” He asks. Gears looks at her seat. “Because-” He’s interrupted by the door swinging wide open once more, and Lucy charging inside. “Your wallet’s on the chair. You left it here in your attempt to leave quickly.” He says. Lucy smiles and rushes out after grabbing her wallet. The trio sit and hat until Lucy returns with four beers, one of which is non-alcoholic. “For you.” She says, handing Cass the non-alcoholic drink. “I know the booze fucks with your vision sensor.” She says. Cass smiles at her. “Thanks, deer.” She says. Lucy scowls at her. “Haha. Deer. because of my ‘Antlers’, right?” She responds. The others laugh as they crack open their drinks. “Here, for the future of Mankind and the eradication of Evil!” Frost says, holding his beer out. Lucy stares at him in shock. “God, you're a fucking loser. I got this.” She says, clearing her throat and standing up. “For our friendship! And for making a change for the better, even in the darkest of times!” She says, extending her beer out over the table. The others agree, and the clink echoes around the room. The group of four sit and drink and laugh, eventually falling asleep as the clock ticks on.