July 20, 2075
1807 JST
Anubis, 3 Kilometers Away from Alnitak
Angela Blackwood's Point of View
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are rapidly approaching the conclusion of our heroic tale,” I say to my comrades. “I do not wish to slaughter a kingdom, but if Chief Alkins fails to deliver the she-devil and the villainous Squad Zeus, then we shall have no choice but to annihilate him and whoever else dares to challenge us!”
I despise this kingdom with all my heart. Anubis is, without a doubt, the most horrifying thing on this planet. I will never get over the preposterous fact that this kingdom’s natural form of protection against the zombies is, ironically, zombies. Surrounding this kingdom is a 365-meter-high metal net, containing who knows how many zombies, within it. The net is anchored by the immovable and seemingly indestructible mountains that encircle Inpu if I recall correctly. Countless amounts of metal chains reside above the kingdom, allowing it to connect to the mountains, thus preventing Anubis from collapsing. However, the net is a double-edged sword. For obvious reasons, the top of the net has not been sealed, thus allowing an exiguous amount of zombies to plop out and terrorize trespassers. The only way to enter Inpu on foot is by entering the trench full of zombies and navigating through the eerie caverns below Anubis. But since I am the Royal’s elite enforcer, my Death Angels and I have no need to resort to such terrifying methods to succeed.
“Angela Blackwood,” Chief Alkins greets as he fearlessly approaches us. “It’s been a long time.”
The Chief is a good man with a big heart; however, those traits are his very weakness. For him to challenge us is foolishness. With the assistance of the Sin of Pride, four Mammoths, incoming Hephaestian reinforcements, and fifty of my Death Angels at my side, neither Squad Zeus nor Veronica Shinka shall be able to prevent my assured victory. The fools have yet to realize that they’ve been trapped like rats in a cage.
“Chief Alkins,” I say. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I was expecting Squad Zeus to be handed to me on a silver platter; however, I know better than to put all my eggs in one basket; therefore, I’ve decided to bring half of my army here as encouragement for you to make the correct choice today. Use your noodle, Chief. You have no chance against us.”
“Angela, if I were to ask you to go away, would you oblige?” He asks in a calm tone.
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“Did you seriously just ask me that?”
“Sigh. You traveled through the fallen kingdom, did you not?”
“That question is irrelevant to the conversation, old man. I now suspect that you’re stalling; therefore, I shall inform you of what’s about to happen. You will be taken hostage, in exchange for Squad Zeus and Veronica Shinka. My troops will then fly over Anubis and eliminate anyone who gets in our way until we get what we want. Whatever you’ve been promised is nothing but a terminological inexactitude, on account of the fact that we possess the greatest weapon known to mankind! Nothing on this Earth can compete with Azrael’s destructive power, henceforth why peasants should obey our might if they wish to continue breathing!”
“Two devils have knocked on my front door, and I have no choice but to side with the stronger one. Angela, I cannot oblige to your commands. Azrael is indeed quite powerful; however, I now believe that Veronica Shinka is a being who’s capable of delivering far more devastation than the Archangel of death. Destruction and creation are two sides of the same coin, but choosing oppression will not set my tribe, nor my kingdom free. I trust that Veronica Shinka’s uprising will not only grant my people freedom but will also lead humanity into the next age of life,” Chief Alkins explains as he lights a cigar. “Do what you wish, but I warn you that my people will retaliate in full force.”
He's giving off a signal…
“How lamentable,” I say. “You dishonor your tribe, Chief. Tsk tsk. This ain’t it. And despite my angelic character, I wasn’t born yesterday (Where is he…). Luke Miller, I may have intimidated you with my immaculate power and delicacy during our first fiasco of a meeting, but that doesn’t give you the right to be so apprehensive, considering your sins! You and your friends embarrassed me in Alejandro; therefore, I demand a rematch! I’ll admit, hors d’oeuvres are quite detestable; nevertheless, I shall settle for an amuse-bouche! Unfortunately, your friends weren’t prepared for seconds, especially your former captain, who couldn’t even stomach the pre-appetizer!”
With the snap of my finger…
“Luke, I fucked up, but don’t fall for it!” Drew Howard announces as my troops drag him out.
“Drew Howard, contrary to Duy, lacks testicular fortitude,” I say. “Not only did he sell your squad out in an attempt to save his own ass, but he got your oh, so brave captain killed! I am aware that actions speak louder than words, so allow me to present the evidence, as a gesture of good faith!”
Once again. With the snap of my finger.
“Behold, the zombified head of the former captain of the not-so-mighty Squad Zeus!” I say as my troops throw Duy’s head across the ground. “I’ve reassured my honesty, and now Drew Howard shall suffer a similar swift execution if you don’t regenerate a pair in three…two…”
“ANGELA!!!” Luke explodes in fury as he leaps out of the trenches.
The main course has acquired new apparel. He’s now wearing a camouflage green cloak over a navy blue wetsuit.
“Like a moth to a flame, you can’t help but be attracted to my exquisite, irresistible, and blazing charm!” I say. However…”
Ouch. That punch looked like it hurt. Splendid protection, Pride.
“Psych!” I say. “You thought! As you can see, I’ve moved on to bigger and better things! You’ve been downgraded to a side dish, Hercules, for I now seek a duel against The Invincible Sonya Grey, as you no longer suit my taste! No hard feelings, though, right, Luke?”