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Well known antiheros are Deadpool, Punisher, or Rorschach. | [WP] A loved and respected hero discovers something that leads him to become a morally questionable antihero. | "Oh, hello Captain."
*No, this can't be real...*
"I didn't expect you to get here so quickly. You don't normally leave the trainees behind."
*Oh god -*
"Well now this is an interesting situation."
The girl was terrifyingly calm. Her left arm was transfigured into a large bony claw, and was holding onto a limp body. Covered in wounds with bones jutting from the skin where they had been broken, Eagle should have been dead. Despite that, the body wheezed in and out, whispering the constant refrain: "kill me."
I didn't know what else to do, so I wept. Between my broken gasps for air I apologized to Eagle. He had been a terrible villain, but looking at his broken body I could not help but feel that I had failed.
The girl, Steel, stood their passively for a while before finally crushing Eagle against the wall. She was one of my teammates, and a hero in her own right. Or at least that's what I had thought. Looking at her now I didn't know who she really was. As an ally she was a quiet but dedicated hero. She could turn her body to steel, thus the name, and was an irreplacable enemy of evil.
Here and now I saw something else. She didn't look like a hero - she looked like a bored child. Her arm wasn't steel either, but instead was a writhing mass of flesh and bone. I almost would have thought that this was someone else. I wanted to believe that this was not Steel. But at the same time, I knew she was the same person. I recognized the expression in her eyes, and her voice, and I had already known there was something unsettling about her. Now I wish I had acted on that instinct beforehand.
"How many have you killed like this?" I spoke through clenched teeth. I knew I wouldn't like the answer, but I felt an obligation to ask. I couldn't look away now, not after looking away for so long.
She smiled. There was no evil or malice in her expression. There hadn't been any while she was mutilating Eagle either. That, more than anything else, is what terrified me. "What do you plan to do now?" She let go of Eagle's body and her arm contorted back into a human shape. "You have a few moments to decide before the trainees get here. I would recommend hiding the body as well - you don't want them to see that."
She started to walk away, so I repeated my question. "How many?"
"Hmmm?" She spoke playfully, like someone playing a game. "Are you sure you want to know? You could leave here believing this is the only one if you want."
"How many?"
She stopped walking away and turned back to face me. "Thirty-five, I think."
I looked down for a moment. *Thirty-five? She's done this thirty-five times?* I wanted to lunge at her, to tear her apart, to stop her from ever being able to do this again. I wanted to attack her even if it meant my death.
But I knew I couldn't do that. I stood no chance against her. None of us did. She was already the strongest of us, and that was apparently without even using her real power.
She asked her question again: "What do you plan to do now?"
What was I going to do? I can't fight her. Even if I got every hero to come together, I don't think we'd win. She could always hide, and probably change her face, so I don't think we could stop her. If anything, we'd create an even worse monster. Up until now she hasn't killed any heroes.
I came up with a plan. "You only kill villains, right?"
She looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then smiled from ear to ear. "Of course. It's more interesting that way." She reached back, her arm stretching unnaturally, then grabbed and tossed Eagle's body to me. "I'll leave this to you then."
I nodded back. "And I'll leave the trainees to you."
She knew what I was going to do. If she were a normal villain this wouldn't work. However, Steel isn't really a villain, at least not in the traditional sense. She isn't interested in power, wealth, or even hurting people. She isn't a hero either though. Instead, she's much more like a bored child. She's not looking for anything in particular - she just wants to be entertained.
So that's what I'll do. If she's going to hunt down and torture these villains, I'll race her. As long as I find them first, they won't have to suffer. She'll have to lead the other heroes after I leave, and that will slow her down. I won't have to abide by the code either. In the worst case scenario, I can at least kill them quickly and painlessly.
I looked down at Eagle's mangled body once more. *If I'm going to start hunting down villains, I might as well start by making a name for myself.* After thinking for a moment, I decided on a name. *I'm hunting down villains so that someone else plans on killing. I'm like a vulture circling a corpse. That's a fitting name for me then - "Vulture".*
| The Inquisitor burst through the doors, he struggled forward as he found a table to lean on. His morality was shaken, his quest to purify humanities soul seemed adrift far away in the early morning hour. Inquisitors throat ran dry, feeling like vomiting, he keeled over as the visions ran back toward his eyes.
Misery and heresy ran rampant upon the human condition, it was his job to cleanse the populace of those who...of the unworthy. The man clutched his pistol, strength came rushing back to his weak kneed body. His Hell where he was born beckoned back, calling him in his hour of weakness. Fixing his uniform, and striding back through the hall doors, he would settle this question of morality.
He saw the only way to escape the debauchery that consumed this world, he held the gun up to his head. Hell is where we are born, where we choose to stay, where we are unable to squelch our miseries. The pushing of everyone away, the days that turned to years... I'll pull the trigger on myself, this Hell is not where I choose to stay. These memories that consume me like a acid can no longer haunt me. Somewhere in the end of all this hate..
Were all alone. |
Well known antiheros are Deadpool, Punisher, or Rorschach. | [WP] A loved and respected hero discovers something that leads him to become a morally questionable antihero. | "I bet you wanna know *why.* Huh? You want a *lecture*, outta a fuckin' picture book."
Crouched in the rubble, Viper stayed silent and hidden. He'd lasted this long, but his options were running out. Nowhere to run; few places to hide; direct confrontation with a super was death. Didn't help he only had ammo left for his handgun.
In the midst of the destruction, Maelstrom paraded about his superpowers, focusing long enough to kick a several-ton stone like it was a football. "Fine! You wanna know why? It's because of *you*, Viper! Yeah! Your fucking fault!"
That was new. Nobody had ever accused him of making them evil before. Killing, sure, but not this. At the very least Maelstrom hadn't worked out his hiding place - he could hear the crunching of stone and screaming of twisted steel as Maelstrom searched. That gave him time to move.
"Yeah. You with your *perfect* dogma. You did this. Following that fuckin' programming of yours. Murdering across the continent. Taking out Polaris. Saving the world. Saving the - god, how the fuck did *you* save the world?! You straight-up murdered her! Her and two dozen lackies! No restraint, no mercy, no reason - and I expected that, from you, Viper, that's what you do, right?"
More silence on Viper's end. Crawling was quiet enough that it wouldn't attract his attention over the ruckus. Besides, this breakdown sounded like it had been a long time coming. Maelstrom was blind to the world. That was his only hope.
"So I came to clean up the mess. Take the prisoners, save the villains. And they turned me away. They turned *me* away! Maelstrom! The real deal, the shinin' paragon, the fucking *hero!* They chose *you!* They *worshipped* you! Oh, I tried to talk sense into them, show them what you do, but - but they knew! They already fucking knew! They just called it effective! Laughed at what I hadn't done there! Their hero was a *murderer!*"
Viper took a peek from his new cover. Maelstrom was still chatty and blind. But he'd react before Viper could take a shot. Defensively, first, but then... well, there couldn't be a then.
"And they were just - okay with that! Everyone! Every last asshole I talked to said they were *okay* with it! So I said to myself, is that what it takes? Callousness? Dropping all those virtues that made me Maelstrom? Is that how I get back where I fuckin' belong? I can't help the helpless if they turn me away in favor of some fucking *murderer!* I can't save people that way! So I guess I gotta do a little killing when I find the bad guys. Right?!
"Well here's my fucking trial run! Knock off a few extras to get to you, 'cuz that's the only way you'll come out, motherfucker! If that's what it takes to eradicate a stain like you, well, Viper, I guess I'll run the same path! For the greater fuckin' good, right? That's how this fuckin' works, *right?*"
The moment came. Viper stood, leveled his pistol, and declared, "Wrong." Instantly Maelstrom turned; his profile distorted and a howling gale kicked up as Viper fired, shots visibly cutting into, then around the shield of wind. Seven of eight rounds turned and crashed into the rubble; the last passed by entirely, splintering a already-bent wooden support.
Maelstrom slowly advanced, his limbs twisting impossibly, seen through the turbulence before him. "Well thanks for giving yourself up, asshole!" he shouted. Viper held ground, pistol leveled. Over the sound of the wind, he could just hear the rising groan of collapsing wall. And Maelstrom advanced, deaf and blind to the world.
Maelstrom's reflexes were fast. His comprehension speed was not. When he finally caught on to the noise, he looked back just in time to be caught in an avalanche of stone facade and broken glass, into which he disappeared with a great crash. As quickly as it had all started, it was all over. Viper lost sight in the dust cloud, but he advanced, snapping shut his pistol's slide and drawing his knife. The deafening cracks and groans of debris slowly died down, and Viper advanced onto the new pile, against a shallow stream of tinkling glass. And there Maelstrom was, buried up to his waist, a mess of cuts and shattered bones that wasn't long for the world. Pain killed his focus; his powers were gone.
Viper knelt. "You're wrong," he announced. He raised his knife for a final blow, something quick to ease the pain - but his victim wasn't done talking.
"Yeah?" Maelstrom coughed. No blood, but he was dying. "You'll see. They'll love you for... for this, too."
"Not for killing. That's a burden." Viper shook his head. "They loved me because they lived. Because I *won*."
"These ones... didn't live. Did you - did you really win?" Maelstrom asked.
Viper paused. The dust was settling; around him lay a flattened city block full of bodies. But in the distance he saw flashing lights - ambulances. All still salvageable. "As always." The knife arced down. | The Inquisitor burst through the doors, he struggled forward as he found a table to lean on. His morality was shaken, his quest to purify humanities soul seemed adrift far away in the early morning hour. Inquisitors throat ran dry, feeling like vomiting, he keeled over as the visions ran back toward his eyes.
Misery and heresy ran rampant upon the human condition, it was his job to cleanse the populace of those who...of the unworthy. The man clutched his pistol, strength came rushing back to his weak kneed body. His Hell where he was born beckoned back, calling him in his hour of weakness. Fixing his uniform, and striding back through the hall doors, he would settle this question of morality.
He saw the only way to escape the debauchery that consumed this world, he held the gun up to his head. Hell is where we are born, where we choose to stay, where we are unable to squelch our miseries. The pushing of everyone away, the days that turned to years... I'll pull the trigger on myself, this Hell is not where I choose to stay. These memories that consume me like a acid can no longer haunt me. Somewhere in the end of all this hate..
Were all alone. |
Well known antiheros are Deadpool, Punisher, or Rorschach. | [WP] A loved and respected hero discovers something that leads him to become a morally questionable antihero. | “Step away from her, Dr. Wasteland!”
“Never! Earth will be brought to its knees!”
Super Earth rose two feet from the ground, his cape heroically flapping behind him as he spoke. “Earth is round, Wasteland. It has no knees.”
The people in the convenience store clapped and cheered. Earth was saving the day again!
“Nevertheless”, cried Wasteland, tightening the grasp on the old lady's neck. “I shall crush it and see it fall!”
“Earth cannot fall, Wasteland!" Super Earth's voice echoed again. “For there is no gravity to pull it nor a place for which it
could fall into.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself, Earth; my point is, I'm destroying the planet!”
With these words, Dr. Wasteland pushed the old lady aside and pulled his laser gun, firing mercilessly against the hero and the desperate bystanders.
“You will be brought to justice!” Cried the Super Earth, arms stretched parallel to each other as he cruised the convenience store,
flying straight into the villain's...
Earth stopped in midair.
“What the fuck is this?” asked the caped hero, his body floating horizontal in front of a shelf.
“Wh-what?” the cashier mumbled from behind the counter.
“This fucking shit here.” Earth picked up a green and yellow can, showing it around. “WHAT IS THIS?”
“That's-- That's Mountain Dew, sir.”
“I know that", Earth cried, rolling his eyes. “I've been defending Earth on intergalactic trials and battles for ages, and
Mountain Dew has always been the hardest thing to counter argument, whenever folks talk about destroying mankind. What I
mean is”, Earth returned to vertical position, landing his feet on the ground. “What the fuck is this flavor?”
People slowly started rising from behind the shelves and refrigerators, and even Wasteland lowered his gun.
“That's Dorito Flavored Mountain Dew, Earth.” Said the cashier, in a low voice.
“Are you...” Super Earth sighed, closing his eyes and trying to remain calm. “...out of....” He took another breath; opened his eyes again: there was nothing but rage in them. “...your FUCKING MIND?”
“Sir, no, I – AAAAAAAAAAH”.
From Earth's wrists, laser beams flew straight into the counter, blowing up Tridents, cigarette packs and Lotto Tickets all
over the store.
“DORITO FLAVORED MOUNTAIN DEW? THIS IS THE SHIT YOU COME UP WITH, WHEN I'M OUT THERE TRYING TO DEFEND
YOU?”
“Sir, it's just a special edition, we --”
“FUCK YOU, FATBOY”, cried Super Earth, striking a fat kid's face so hard his lower jaw went flying across the store.
"That's not even the boy who talked back to you!" Cried a voice from behind the ATM.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" Screamed back Earth, pushing aside the blood soaked, crying, jawless fat kid. "Come on, Wasteland, let's mess this place up."
And so it was that Super Earth teamed up with Wasteland, initially to fuck up a Seven Eleven, but, soon enough, expanding the job to the rest of the planet.
With one last glimpse over the shattered, post-apocalyptic New York scenery beneath him, Super Earth drank the last of the
Mountain Dew, let out a big burp and sighed:
“Disgusting. Fucking Earthlings.”
And flew away to better, Dorito-Flavored-Mountain-Dew-less lands.
| The Inquisitor burst through the doors, he struggled forward as he found a table to lean on. His morality was shaken, his quest to purify humanities soul seemed adrift far away in the early morning hour. Inquisitors throat ran dry, feeling like vomiting, he keeled over as the visions ran back toward his eyes.
Misery and heresy ran rampant upon the human condition, it was his job to cleanse the populace of those who...of the unworthy. The man clutched his pistol, strength came rushing back to his weak kneed body. His Hell where he was born beckoned back, calling him in his hour of weakness. Fixing his uniform, and striding back through the hall doors, he would settle this question of morality.
He saw the only way to escape the debauchery that consumed this world, he held the gun up to his head. Hell is where we are born, where we choose to stay, where we are unable to squelch our miseries. The pushing of everyone away, the days that turned to years... I'll pull the trigger on myself, this Hell is not where I choose to stay. These memories that consume me like a acid can no longer haunt me. Somewhere in the end of all this hate..
Were all alone. |
[WP] Describe a chess match between a world champion grandmaster and a chimpanzee. | Pokavian studied the delicately poised position. Midway through this first game and he was still astonished at the ape's ability to counter virtually every attacking strategy he'd offered. He half suspected there was some superior intellect dressed up to look like his opponent but when he stared into those animal-eyes he saw nothing but a dumb beast. Worse, the animal smelled - so bad that Pokavian had almost called the Tournament Director over to complain. But that would have been churlish, and with the world watching...? Pokavian shook his head.
An hour later, Pokavian knew he had lost. He knew it and the stinking beast opposite knew it. Oh, he could play on for a few more moves but it was inevitable. Defeat. How could he look anyone in the eyes again?
Pokavian toppled his King in resignation. But when the disgusting ape stretched out a hairless pink paw to touch him, Pokavian shrieked, beat his chest twice and slunk away in shame. | "And that's primate fist to c4, c5, c6, c7, and yes, down goes Medvedev's queen as it's swiped off the table."
"I see that Bubbles is now attempting the risky Kong maneuver, where upon he picks up the entire board and starts thrashing it around while screeching in frustration. Medvedev is completely cowed by the display of irrational anger."
"I see now that Medvedev has called upon Bubbles' two keepers to try and contain this out of control chimpanzee."
"It's certainly a risky move, but wait a minute... yes... through the use of tranquelizer darts attached to long sticks and a capture net, Bubbles has been dosed and apprehended."
"Medvedev is cheering and frantically shaking the hand of one of the keepers. Checkmate on you, Mr. Bubbles. I do believe that is the match."
"Thank you for watching 'Man vs. Ape: The Chess-match.' This has been another show that has nothing to do with learning, on the Learning Channel." |
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This one is slightly more abstract. Enjoy! | [WP] Mid-flight, a yellow butterfly falls lifelessly to the ground. | I take no joy in my work, I will say that much. So many people who get it in their heads that they are going to be a new hero. Be the man who saved Lincoln, killed Hitler. What they don't figure is that things happen for a reason and when these things change things get... weird.
So that's where I come in. Go back and keep the past how it's supposed to be when some tourist decides that they are going to fix what's back here. Next thing I know I get a warning that continuity is in jeopardy because some shit head decided to convince Gavrilo Princip that he should avoid sandwhiches for awhile. Some people might say that I enable tragedies, but I just do what's right.
It's what makes days like today so much better than the others. Little blips in the system are much more relaxing than some jack head screwing things up, ironically enough. I like it when things are relatively innocent. I've found the target. A butterfly. A small yellow butterfly which, unfortunately, is at the end of it's time. I point my watch at it and down it goes: cardiac arrest. Sorry little guy; but the discovery of your body has to be found, found and stick in that kid's mind so that he will have the idea of the Butterfly Effect rattling around his head for awhile. Hell, someone's got to sign my paychecks, after all. | It falls, no longer to be rekindled with the sweet nectars of emerald heavens. The long sways it takes is mother nature cradling the creature to sleep; like her only child. The wind plays a cold dirge, with the river and grasses as its instruments. The yellow butterfly lands softly but with an eternal pain that the earth turns to joy. |
[WP] Archaeologists discover the remains of an extremely advanced 150,000 years old civilization. A video playing ancient device is discovered. The video shows images of Neanderthals rushing to leave earth. One phrase is repeated throughout the video in thousands of known and unknown languages. | “Something must’ve chased them away. But what?” was the central question in professor Mayworth’s lecture.
The auditorium had been filled with the most powerful politicians in the world, the most renowned scientists and honored guests. Mayworth coped well with the pressure, under the eyes of Obama, Merkel, Putin and others.
He presented the following slide. “As you see here, we have deciphered the meaning of the text. The message was intended to given to the remains of their own kin, we now know. We have roughly translated it.”
Mayworth nodded at one of the technicians, who gave a thumbs up.
$Greetings, remains of our race,* a voice-acted tape played. They had actually hired voice actors for this. *Greetings and farewell. Our race has been obliterated, ravaged and trampled upon by the ruthless monsters. These creatures are deformed devils and show no mercy. They hunted us down, sacked our cities and killed every last of our kind that didn’t flee the Earth.*
The tape paused for a bit. The room was dead silent.
*This message is for the survivors still on Earth, if there are any. Do not attempt to surrender. They will kill you on the spot. Do not show mercy, as you will receive none. Flee for the stars. Flee from their civilization that only wants to destroy.*
It stopped.
“All right then, that was the message.” Mayworth said with an air of nonchalance.
“The question, of course, is, who were these creatures from hell? These were the most likely culprits.”
The following slide followed. There were three options:
Neanderthals themselves, aliens or a deep and dark unknown terror lurking on or under Earth.
“We have rigorously checked every options, and these came out on top. One cause could be their own kind. This doesn’t really fit the message though. It clearly implies evil creatures.”
“Aliens are also quite likely, but then, why would they flee to the stars if that’s where the aliens came from? Quite absurd, if I may say so. This leads us to the third major option.”
The people in the auditorium mumbled restlessly. Some shouted not so friendly words at him. Mayworth waited until the storm calmed down.
“Indeed, rather stupid of course, you’d think. The third option was never really considered. But yesterday, we have finally solved the mystery. It is indeed option three. A dark terror lurked on the planet Earth and lunged at the Neanderthals, and destroyed them.”
This time, a video was shown. Images of large, bulky ships roaring and rising up in the sky met gasps by the audience.
“To 14:55, please.” Mayworth said.
After a brief moment of loading, a new scenario unfolded. Neanderthals, vaguely resembling humans, were shown on the frontlines. The camera view moved incredibly smoothly, without any trace of shaking or unnecessary moving.
“The camera is probably some kind of drone.” The scientist added.
The soldiers held highly sophisticated weapons. The platoon was entrenched behind a collapsed building. Strangely sounding shots were heard in the distance. The Neanderthals fired constantly, pouring out blue lasers, but they quickly fell one by one by an unknown enemy. Only three of them remained, breathing heavily. They had stopped shooting and had taken cover behind the structure.
That’s when the shell struck.
The camera flung wildly in the sky, and then the screen was cut off. They paused the video
.
“This was the defining moment where we could ,for the first time, see their adversaries.” Mayworth told an awe-struck audience.
“Rewind, please, and slow down.”
They went back, frame per frame. The drone had achieved a birds perspective while tumbling in the air. Then, they were seen in the distance.
At first, no one reacted.
They were just normal men charging forward. That’s when reality sank in.
“Indeed!” He yelled to get on top of the sudden noise of the people, “It was us!”
Again, he had to wait until the storm calmed down. It took quite some time.
“The Neanderthals had every reason to fear us. We always hunger for war and destruction. We have achieved our first global genocide 150 000 years ago, much earlier than we thought. Gentlemen and ladies, we are the destructive, dark terror on Earth.”
“But that’s not the end of the story. Shortly thereafter, our kin also disappeared, as we went back to the stone age. There could be only one option: we annihilated ourselves after the disappearance of a common enemy.”
“Mankind will leap forward in great bounds just from studying the video. But, as we all might ask, will we share the same fate as our ancestors and press ,once again, on the button of self-destruction?”
| Even though I've never been employed in anything resembling the electronics industry, I couldn't help but be stung by the realization that these Neanderthals had built a better screen, with greater resolution and a deeper feel of depth than modern man. The stark realization that we were so far and yet no where near the "primitive ancestors" stung my ego for some reason.
I pressed play again and watched the video for the 17th time that day. Each kiosk had the same video in a different language. There were over 60,000 of them. A screen for each language that they somehow knew we'd develop.
I watched again as the Neanderthals explained how they'd developed carefully to get to their technique of erasing all of the knowledge from a brain without erasing the instinct. They made sure that they could create ignorant adults that were not defenseless children in adult bodies.
Then there was the bit about how they had genetically engineered primates from their evolutionary past and spread them across the globe so that there'd be similar species that would help us believe ourselves native. They'd even blended the dna of terrestrial animals that looked similar so that we couldn't tell the difference. "You will believe that you evolved here and that this is your home, this is important."
As the other neanderthals started boarding the ship in a rush. The lecturer said over and over "The only way to save ourselves, is to spread the infancy of ourselves."
I looked at the stone etching again, 22 languages surrounding it. Each kiosk had a different number of phrases carved around it. They'd created an algorithm that would not only tell them how our languages would evolve, but which combination of languages would exist around any one dominant language. It was a thing of beauty.
I ran my fingers over the words again. "If we're able, we shall return to you in 150 centuries." |
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[WP] Archaeologists discover the remains of an extremely advanced 150,000 years old civilization. A video playing ancient device is discovered. The video shows images of Neanderthals rushing to leave earth. One phrase is repeated throughout the video in thousands of known and unknown languages. | “Something must’ve chased them away. But what?” was the central question in professor Mayworth’s lecture.
The auditorium had been filled with the most powerful politicians in the world, the most renowned scientists and honored guests. Mayworth coped well with the pressure, under the eyes of Obama, Merkel, Putin and others.
He presented the following slide. “As you see here, we have deciphered the meaning of the text. The message was intended to given to the remains of their own kin, we now know. We have roughly translated it.”
Mayworth nodded at one of the technicians, who gave a thumbs up.
$Greetings, remains of our race,* a voice-acted tape played. They had actually hired voice actors for this. *Greetings and farewell. Our race has been obliterated, ravaged and trampled upon by the ruthless monsters. These creatures are deformed devils and show no mercy. They hunted us down, sacked our cities and killed every last of our kind that didn’t flee the Earth.*
The tape paused for a bit. The room was dead silent.
*This message is for the survivors still on Earth, if there are any. Do not attempt to surrender. They will kill you on the spot. Do not show mercy, as you will receive none. Flee for the stars. Flee from their civilization that only wants to destroy.*
It stopped.
“All right then, that was the message.” Mayworth said with an air of nonchalance.
“The question, of course, is, who were these creatures from hell? These were the most likely culprits.”
The following slide followed. There were three options:
Neanderthals themselves, aliens or a deep and dark unknown terror lurking on or under Earth.
“We have rigorously checked every options, and these came out on top. One cause could be their own kind. This doesn’t really fit the message though. It clearly implies evil creatures.”
“Aliens are also quite likely, but then, why would they flee to the stars if that’s where the aliens came from? Quite absurd, if I may say so. This leads us to the third major option.”
The people in the auditorium mumbled restlessly. Some shouted not so friendly words at him. Mayworth waited until the storm calmed down.
“Indeed, rather stupid of course, you’d think. The third option was never really considered. But yesterday, we have finally solved the mystery. It is indeed option three. A dark terror lurked on the planet Earth and lunged at the Neanderthals, and destroyed them.”
This time, a video was shown. Images of large, bulky ships roaring and rising up in the sky met gasps by the audience.
“To 14:55, please.” Mayworth said.
After a brief moment of loading, a new scenario unfolded. Neanderthals, vaguely resembling humans, were shown on the frontlines. The camera view moved incredibly smoothly, without any trace of shaking or unnecessary moving.
“The camera is probably some kind of drone.” The scientist added.
The soldiers held highly sophisticated weapons. The platoon was entrenched behind a collapsed building. Strangely sounding shots were heard in the distance. The Neanderthals fired constantly, pouring out blue lasers, but they quickly fell one by one by an unknown enemy. Only three of them remained, breathing heavily. They had stopped shooting and had taken cover behind the structure.
That’s when the shell struck.
The camera flung wildly in the sky, and then the screen was cut off. They paused the video
.
“This was the defining moment where we could ,for the first time, see their adversaries.” Mayworth told an awe-struck audience.
“Rewind, please, and slow down.”
They went back, frame per frame. The drone had achieved a birds perspective while tumbling in the air. Then, they were seen in the distance.
At first, no one reacted.
They were just normal men charging forward. That’s when reality sank in.
“Indeed!” He yelled to get on top of the sudden noise of the people, “It was us!”
Again, he had to wait until the storm calmed down. It took quite some time.
“The Neanderthals had every reason to fear us. We always hunger for war and destruction. We have achieved our first global genocide 150 000 years ago, much earlier than we thought. Gentlemen and ladies, we are the destructive, dark terror on Earth.”
“But that’s not the end of the story. Shortly thereafter, our kin also disappeared, as we went back to the stone age. There could be only one option: we annihilated ourselves after the disappearance of a common enemy.”
“Mankind will leap forward in great bounds just from studying the video. But, as we all might ask, will we share the same fate as our ancestors and press ,once again, on the button of self-destruction?”
| The Great Pyramids of Egypt. We found something of amazing historical significance in those ancient creations. We told the whole world nothing of it though, they were content with the few relics given to them. The fools treasure those worthless trinkets like gold, and the local government told excavators to stay away. It was easy, those corrupt bureaucrats are like terrified dogs on leashes and we sweetened the deal by paying them well.
We are the keepers of the sensitive information in the world, the kind of information nations would go to war for. Members of our order include members of many royal families, the highest posts in governments, several of the top CEOs of the wealthiest companies in the world, and many other “power brokers.” We basically are the ones who make sure that those in power who are friendly to us, get to stay in power in exchange for a favor or two every now and then.... no questions asked.
In the pyramids we found very sensitive information and it took us tens of years to understand it, we used the best privately funded scientists and hackers available. It cost us a fortune but that’s not a big deal when our government kindly prints all the money we tell them too. It turns out that even though the human race prides itself in technology, they are in playing pen when compared to those who have come before. Shocking isn't it? We naively thought that we have always been on top of the food chain like we are now. ….. WE WERE WRONG!
Long ago there were the species that humans evolved from, we call them the Neanderthals and almost everyone today thinks of them as a “lesser” species, being - primitive, loud and uncivilized barbarians. That’s the mistake made, scientific research was used to study their remains and assumptions were made about their tools, family structures, daily lives and even more. How can blame be cast? All those assumptions were made based on evidence found…. or any of which we allowed to be "discovered". Assumptions were deduced accordingly and the Neanderthals were looked at as primitive, illiterate beings. Then foolishly all the top minds in the world assumed that their dialect was based in clicks, grunts and noises which meant little.
It turns out they were advanced to a point where their language was complete and meaningful; even more than all the different dialects and languages humans have around the world. Humans are highly linguistically handicapped in comparison. It’s rare for an average John Doe raised in the US to comprehend what is said by a farmer in rural China. For the Neanderthals however, their language was uniform throughout the world. The smallest variation in a click or a noise produced would change the entire meaning of the communique, remnants and mutated variations of this clicking language are still found in a few African tribes. It took us a few years, but we cracked the code in their language with the help of a few Tanzanian tribe elders.
The artifact we found was in a burial chamber, it was a metal cube, about the size of the average fist, it was found buried with one of the great leaders of the world. On Microscopic inspection we found that it contained information stored strangely in the same way digital data would be stored on a flash drive. Google’s A.I computers were used to decode it and a new software was specially created just to display the new data stream in an audio-visual format. We found a video seemingly recorded by a Neanderthal.
I'll go ahead and describe the video and it's content followed by a transcript. The video was roughly an hour long and in it, several Neanderthals were running into the three enormous Pyramids. In the background seven pyramids can be seen floating in the sky. One can assume they are waiting for the remaining three. In the foreground there was a single Neanderthal, fright and terror in his eyes as he looks at the recording device and starts speaking with a tremble in his voice.
We have it translated it with great difficult as I mentioned before. Translated into English, the transcript reads as follows. – “We have no choice but to surrender and escape this planet, we tried to live peacefully with them, but have failed in doing so, we have managed to deal them large casualties and are using the cover of this chaos to escape, for anyone who comes after us, please remember they were here first, they can hide among you, they are masters of infiltration ….… OH NO!!!! They found us!!!... Everyone run!!!.”
This is followed by the speaker running to join the others and several innocents being trampled in the frenzy to get into one of the three large pyramid escape ships. However they are unsuccessful in making their escape as tens of thousands of humanoids beings with claws, scales and tails move at great speeds to overrun the three ships and violently slaughter everyone except a few thousands. For a good thirty minutes we can hear screams of agony and pain while tens of thousands of people are torn to shreds. The remaining seven pyramids shoot off out of sight. As the humanoids are gathering and herding the survivors past the recording device, the same male from before breaks free of his bonds and runs to the recorder to say, “their greatest weakness is.....” [The video is abruptly cut at this point]
It was frightening to think about what would happen if every person in the world would see this video, it’s very dangerous with the internet these days, information moves too fast to control.
I mean just imagine the damage we would have to inflict if everyone learned what our greatest weakness is. |
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[WP] Archaeologists discover the remains of an extremely advanced 150,000 years old civilization. A video playing ancient device is discovered. The video shows images of Neanderthals rushing to leave earth. One phrase is repeated throughout the video in thousands of known and unknown languages. | 'What is wrong with him?' The older man asked.
'Just like the other three doc.' The younger man said. "He went into the tunnels they found under the ice near the antarctic base with the survey team.'
'The tunnels that lead to that previously unknown civilizations city?' The older man asked, he hadn't believed the videos of the beyond current tech level city that looked, alive, but like everyone else contacted to work on the "New Eden" project he hadn't refused for long.
'New Eden yeah." The younger man said twiddling his stylus in boredom.
The man in the isolation room babbled about the Neanderthals, pictures had been found engraved that had life like depictions of the thought long dead species of human along with other pictures of humanoids that look human but are of no known variety in the fossil record. One picture named Goliath by the more religious bent researchers depicted a man at least three meters tall.
The isolated man stared at the floor like he could see something beyond it. He went dead calm then shot to his feet
and screamed get out over and over.
'Orderlies! Get him restrained! Brandon get the sedative he'll hurt himself strung out like that.' The older man said.
Four large men entered the room and wrestled the screaming man to the floor, he put up a fight that made all four much larger men huff and puff to recover as the sedative kicked in injected by the older man once the younger one had brought it and held an arm still with his entire body weight.
The older man sighed and checked the orderlies for bite marks, the last one a skinny Namibian woman specializing in an obscure to the older man part of the bone structure in humans had been a viscious biter, managed to bite one orderlies finger clean off at a joint.
This one is turning out to be a screamer the older man thought as everyone left the room.
'You know the routine Brandon.' The older man said.
'Yes doc.' The younger man said.
'Better go report this that poor wretch was one of the paratroopers the SAS sent." The older man said.
'Last I heard both the SAS and base commanders were in central hub for something.' The younger man said.
'Thanks.' The older man said and left.
As the older man wandered the oddly haphazard layout he had enough time to ponder the slightly psychotic and paranoid nature of the countries involved, all the bigs, the US, UK, France, Germany, Australia, China, Japan, Canada, Spain, Italy, Poland, the list went on. Russia provided the big planes and hauler equipment for observational status, they were at best behaving strangely like they knew something and wanted to be there to see it go wrong for the others. The smaller countries who mostly provided specialists and work crews are even worse, wander into one of their tunnel camps and its like you walked up to the boss and made a suggestion about their mother and animals and how much the mother liked it.
The older man passed by a lovely French girl, she wore too much to see much but he guessed she was a skinny thing with what he liked in proportions. She reminded him of a raunchy trip through Europe during his college years and a very pretty farm girl who forgot how short her skirt was, he still wonders if he's got a kid in France that girl sure did not let language be a barrier to her intentions.
He came to a checkpoint, Aussie Anzacs by their flag patches, friendly guys just very bored and very cold.
'Doc.' One said, the older man had been learning to tell the northern boys from the southern, this one sounded like a farm boy from sheep country. 'Thanks for the whisky how did you get it?'
'When you deal with Russians for as long as I have son you learn to barter for good stuff without giving up your own.' The older man said.
'How long have you been dealing with the Russians?' The farm boy asked.
'Oh on and off since, huh well, its been a while son, you were probably still a glint in your fathers eye last time I had black hair. They're almost always heavy lift and movement for Nato in these sort of harsh climates now so yeah it's been a very long time.' The older man said.
'Go on doc.' The farm boy said.
The older man made his way past the self assured, still haven't won a modern war they've been in French. The smug look on that lieutenants face always bothered him, he said his usual greeting in French to the lieutenant, something one of the pretty file clerks taught him while he tried to peruse her personal contents, to no avail she wasn't that sort of interested but it still made him feel good when she giggled at his attempt at her language. The phrase got the intended reaction, the lieutenant became flustered and red faced at the suggestion of him and another much burlier, much more manly man alone in a room.
The older man came into the main hub at last and made his way onto a lift when another Anzac recognized him and held the door.
'Where ever the SAS and base commander are son.' The older man said looking at a new girl. 'Had your physical yet dear?'
'Dont bother doc she's Swiss and doesn't speak english.' The Anzac said. "Hobbes tried allready, she's got a nice right hook put Hobbes on his arse clean after her friend translated."
The older man smiled at the girl and left the lift when the Anzac gestured. He came to a door where guards stood, they were the polite US Marines, pops and gramps in such a loving joking way was the common greeting he got from them but they were always respectful yes sir, no sir, yes doc, no doc when he asked questions at those inevitable 'quiet' visits after the easier girls turned out easy for a reason.
'SAS and base commanders inside?' The older man asked. 'I have a status on the SAS man in my care.'
'Yes doc but go in quiet there is something up our colonel the French Colonel the Russian Colonel and a whole bunch of others plus the civilian high ups are all in there.' One of the Marines said and opened the door.
The older man went inside quietly and saw a video playing, it was the city but full of people, a very old device but far more advanced that he's seen on this base played it into mid air. The older man was seen by the base commander who came over to him.
'Turned up an hour ago in the gallery they nicknamed the whisper hall. Its been this video for thirty seconds looped over and over.' The base commander said quietly. 'The anthropologists and paleontologists have identified no less than sixteen of our ancestral forms and seen dozens more. The thing is they're all dressed like us, using tech and things a few decades ahead of us."
'Neanderthals seem the most populous.' The older man said.
'Five to one roughly.' The base commander said.
'Where is the SAS commander? I have a report on his man.' The older man said.
The base commander left and returned with the typically British SAS commander.
'How is my boy?' The SAS commander asked.
'Short answer is he's fried something took his brain scrambled some connections then blended others.' The older man said.
'What ever did it and something did do it is light years of my understanding, I doubt even our best researchers could figure out what did it.'
The SAS commander sighed.
'I'll see he gets home where he can be properly taken care of.' He said.
'Make it soon he burns through sedatives fast and he cant take much more before we have to let him detox.' The older man said.
The video froze and everyone made sounds, some one prodded the projectors' unknown buttons then whacked it. The video jumped to a frozen scene of mass panic, a large nose up space ship of some sort and what looked like one hell of a firefight with air vehicles involved. The military men began pointing out what look like laser turrets on tank like vehicles, a drone seemed to hover armed to the teeth over the tanks firing at something. The utter fear in a females face made the anthropologists murmur.
The video jumped to life screams and the sounds of war filled the room, civilians flooded towards what was revealed as a massive escape vehicle, the camera pushed along with them caught glimpses of the war around. It was clear they were losing badly trying to get as many onto the ship before it was time to go prelauch plumes could be seen allready.
Something strode through the crowd killing thousands as it fired down, something shot it and it toppled over taking out several buildings on its way down. They still rushed on screaming in dozens of languages some of them sounded like what was spoken today.
Then the camera was freed of the crowd, the owner climbed a crate stack and pointed the camera back to where it had been. Giant things strode from cracks in the ground amongst smaller people sized things, none of it looked like humanity was the origin.
Then one line in so many languages that everyone in the room fell silent in turn as for the first time the screaming of many in the video was clearly stated.
The English version came last: They rise again we were fools to seed this world.
Added on after that phrase: The new humans had so much potential. | At first we thought the lettering on the door was Sumerian but on further analysis no one could decipher it. We were excited, we thought we had found a new ancient human culture. As we soon found out nothing was able to bring it down. At this point the world started watching and we received funding for the tunnel boring machine. After grinding its way through for over a year the door gave way.
It was oddly cold inside, for being in the Sahara desert. Inside was a large white column that was smooth as glass, with chairs facing it. The chairs were oddly perfect, built to modern human proportions, clean, and extremely inviting to the weary archaeology digger. Six of us sat down, and that's when it started. The pillar lit up and a message appeared, in seemingly thousands of languages "we spared you." It was odd and eerie. It began by showing the Neanderthal civilizations of old from above, like they were being recorded from outer space. Then All of a sudden high pitched wail began and they all ran to what seemed to be the central structure. All of a sudden it elevated but not in time to escape the plane like object that came swooping by and was swallowed it out of thin air. The next scene showed a Neanderthal leader signing some sort of document mouthing, "we did it for you."
The video was broadcast all over the world. It changed the world as we know it, the knowledge that a whole entire species sacrificed themselves for us made us abandon our own quarrels. Since then there has only been one thought in our minds, "kill the fuckers that took em." |
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[WP] Archaeologists discover the remains of an extremely advanced 150,000 years old civilization. A video playing ancient device is discovered. The video shows images of Neanderthals rushing to leave earth. One phrase is repeated throughout the video in thousands of known and unknown languages. | It was buried deep in the ice and rock of Norway. Miles of tunnels and caverns, home to mammoth structures of steel and glass that put modern architecture to shame.
It was stumbled upon during the digging of a new limestone quarry high in the mountains, one of the bulldozers plummeted through the roof of a six hundred meter tall tunnel. The driver was killed, but his death was over shadowed by the discovery of the lost city, the impossible city.
Universities and think tanks from around the world dispatched crews and teams of excavators to unearth the ruins and for the next decade tens of thousands spent days in the tunnels, exploring, cataloging, and wondering.
No remains were ever discovered, not even in any sort of graveyard. The city’s builders remained an enigma. Aliens? Totally possible, a fusion reactor had been unearth, as had electronics still decades ahead of modern man. A lost ancestor of humanity? The only evidence of that were the size and shape of the doorways and buildings. One guess was as good as another, at least until the discovery of the tape.
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Dr. Adrian Erikson sat alone in his small office, inside one of the hundreds of temporary buildings that had sunk into the mountain mud and become permanent.
His desk was a mess of papers and half filled reports, but he ignored them, instead staring angrily at the thermostat on the wall opposite his desk. It was broken, and he was freezing.
He tapped the thermometer on his desk and thought, *Negative-fucking- twenty-two! I can’t work under these conditions! I should have stayed in Oslo! I should have refused!*
He was bitter. He’d been shipped up to the dig site by his so called colleagues; despite the fact almost nothing of significance here required his attention. He was a paleontologist, and all the diggers ever brought out of the hole were new electronic gizmos they immediately crated up and shipped off. Ten years later and the only skull he’d ever been asked to look at was from an unlucky bear that had fallen down the mine shaft.
He bundled his coat a bit tighter around himself and was glaring at the thermostat, willing it to work when his assistant, Lisa, burst into the office. Her stomach looked far plumper than he remembered.
In his cold addled mind he felt it was appropriate to ask, “Are you pregnant?”
Lisa froze, sent him a glare equal parts surprise and outrage, then shook her head and shut the door.
She walked over, unzipped her coat, and gently set a metal box with two rounded corners onto his desk.
“We found this down the new tunnel today,” she said with a grin.
Adrian looked at it for a moment, “It’s a metal box,” he said.
Lisa’s smile died a bit, but undeterred she said, “Here, let me show you. I only saw a second before I brought it here. I didn't want the electronic’s guys to take it.”
She came around the desk beside the Doctor, and touched both sides of the box.
Light and shapes exploded out into the room.
Adrian, sure the device was exploding, had leapt backward knocking the contents of his desk across the room, but then Lisa grabbed his arm, “Look!” she said.
Adrian looked around him. Projected throughout the room were people, unusual people, but projected in a quality so perfect, Adrian would have sworn they were there with him.
It was a still image of two groups coming to gather around a fire. They were dressed in furs and feathers. They looked like a museum exhibit.
“Those are Neanderthals!” said Adrian, his years of grad school kicking into gear, “Early stone age tools, it looks lik-“
Before he could finish the image changed, it was now a group of Neanderthals working a kiln or smelter of some sort. The white hot glow of metal seemed to fill the room.
“That’s an iron smelter!” Lisa said excitedly!
Adrian studied the image and said, “But that’s impossible! We have no evidence that Neanderthals survived long enough to see the iron age!”
Lisa looked at him in surprise, “What do you mean? We’re literally standing over a city built of steel.”
Adrian looked at her, then the image, “Oh, right…” he said a bit sheepishly.
The image changed, a man in much finer clothing lectured to a group. The image changed, a bloody battle was fought with what looked like long rifles. The image changed, an early plane reminisant of the Wright Brother’s flew through the sky. The image changed, a woman stood before some sort of large machine, she held in her hand a small device, it glowed. The image changed, a huge celebration filled a tunnel like the one in the mountain below, but vibrant and alive. The image changed, and a man stood, silhouetted before a portal, through which Adrian could see green fields and warm sunlight. The image changed, hundreds of thousands of people pass through a giant portal into what Adrian could only describe as Eden.
The device shut off, and Lisa and Adrian were once again alone in his freezing office. Neither spoke.
After a moment, Adrian began to speak, “I think-“
The machine burst to life again, but instead of an image, small shapes covered the walls.
It took Adrian a moment to realize they were words. He spotted a bit of French by the door, he couldn't read it, he’d only taken a semester of it in college, but he knew it was French.
He looked around, a bit of Chinese or some other Asian calligraphy was by the thermostat, maybe some ancient Egyptian here on his desk? He didn't recognize the majority of them, there must have been thousands.
“Over here!” said Lisa from one of his bookshelves,”This one is in English!”
Adrian rushed over, pushing his glasses farther up his nose, and looked.
Written in plain, modern English along the wall was the phrase; *Join us, when you’re ready.*
Adrian read it seven or eight times, checking to make sure he hadn't gone insane.
Finally he stepped back and said a single word, “Incredible.”
He turned to Lisa, “Alright, we need to let the director in Oslo know what we found,” he thought for a second, “And probably the dig lead here as well. Gather up the team and have them meet us in the conference room in twenty minutes. I’m going to stay here and write down everything we just saw.”
Lisa nodded and hurried to the door, opened it, paused and turned. She looked at Adrian, who was sitting behind his desk again and asked, “Do you think we’re ready?”
Adrian look at Lisa and said, “If you have to ask, I would guess the answer is no.”
| We found the device in the center of what the media has been calling the City of the Ancients. It was inside of a sphere made of a gold alloy, which is beyond our abilities to create. It’s slightly bigger than a laptop but it’s honestly not much to look at. A single button is set on top with a symbol, a circle with lines radiating from the circle. Our best guess is that it represents the sun.
We pressed the button, or I should be truthful, I pressed the button. I didn't expect it to do anything. It was just so tempting.
It’s some kind of video recorder. The scene opens to a Neanderthal looking directly into the device and speaking. Speaking! They had a language, and technology and a civilization. After several minutes of monologue the creature picks the device up and brings it to a window showing an entire field of ships. Hundreds of massive vehicles stretching off into the distance, nothing any nation on earth now can compare to the size of these vehicles. One by one they begin to take off, shaking the entire field of view. As the ships lift off, someone starts speaking again. The monologue goes on and on as the ships lift off.
3 hours and 36 minutes into the recording English words are spoken. “We are sorry, they are coming here. If anyone finds this, escape before they arrive. They are hungry and they cannot be stopped.” This message is repeated in every language currently spoken on earth. And thousands of times in languages that are unknown. The video ends with the Neanderthal filming picking up the recorder and aiming it a wall covered in dense star charts. He points at several charts. And then sets the recorder down, and calmly lifts a knife and plunges it into his chest. |
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[WP] Archaeologists discover the remains of an extremely advanced 150,000 years old civilization. A video playing ancient device is discovered. The video shows images of Neanderthals rushing to leave earth. One phrase is repeated throughout the video in thousands of known and unknown languages. | It was buried deep in the ice and rock of Norway. Miles of tunnels and caverns, home to mammoth structures of steel and glass that put modern architecture to shame.
It was stumbled upon during the digging of a new limestone quarry high in the mountains, one of the bulldozers plummeted through the roof of a six hundred meter tall tunnel. The driver was killed, but his death was over shadowed by the discovery of the lost city, the impossible city.
Universities and think tanks from around the world dispatched crews and teams of excavators to unearth the ruins and for the next decade tens of thousands spent days in the tunnels, exploring, cataloging, and wondering.
No remains were ever discovered, not even in any sort of graveyard. The city’s builders remained an enigma. Aliens? Totally possible, a fusion reactor had been unearth, as had electronics still decades ahead of modern man. A lost ancestor of humanity? The only evidence of that were the size and shape of the doorways and buildings. One guess was as good as another, at least until the discovery of the tape.
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Dr. Adrian Erikson sat alone in his small office, inside one of the hundreds of temporary buildings that had sunk into the mountain mud and become permanent.
His desk was a mess of papers and half filled reports, but he ignored them, instead staring angrily at the thermostat on the wall opposite his desk. It was broken, and he was freezing.
He tapped the thermometer on his desk and thought, *Negative-fucking- twenty-two! I can’t work under these conditions! I should have stayed in Oslo! I should have refused!*
He was bitter. He’d been shipped up to the dig site by his so called colleagues; despite the fact almost nothing of significance here required his attention. He was a paleontologist, and all the diggers ever brought out of the hole were new electronic gizmos they immediately crated up and shipped off. Ten years later and the only skull he’d ever been asked to look at was from an unlucky bear that had fallen down the mine shaft.
He bundled his coat a bit tighter around himself and was glaring at the thermostat, willing it to work when his assistant, Lisa, burst into the office. Her stomach looked far plumper than he remembered.
In his cold addled mind he felt it was appropriate to ask, “Are you pregnant?”
Lisa froze, sent him a glare equal parts surprise and outrage, then shook her head and shut the door.
She walked over, unzipped her coat, and gently set a metal box with two rounded corners onto his desk.
“We found this down the new tunnel today,” she said with a grin.
Adrian looked at it for a moment, “It’s a metal box,” he said.
Lisa’s smile died a bit, but undeterred she said, “Here, let me show you. I only saw a second before I brought it here. I didn't want the electronic’s guys to take it.”
She came around the desk beside the Doctor, and touched both sides of the box.
Light and shapes exploded out into the room.
Adrian, sure the device was exploding, had leapt backward knocking the contents of his desk across the room, but then Lisa grabbed his arm, “Look!” she said.
Adrian looked around him. Projected throughout the room were people, unusual people, but projected in a quality so perfect, Adrian would have sworn they were there with him.
It was a still image of two groups coming to gather around a fire. They were dressed in furs and feathers. They looked like a museum exhibit.
“Those are Neanderthals!” said Adrian, his years of grad school kicking into gear, “Early stone age tools, it looks lik-“
Before he could finish the image changed, it was now a group of Neanderthals working a kiln or smelter of some sort. The white hot glow of metal seemed to fill the room.
“That’s an iron smelter!” Lisa said excitedly!
Adrian studied the image and said, “But that’s impossible! We have no evidence that Neanderthals survived long enough to see the iron age!”
Lisa looked at him in surprise, “What do you mean? We’re literally standing over a city built of steel.”
Adrian looked at her, then the image, “Oh, right…” he said a bit sheepishly.
The image changed, a man in much finer clothing lectured to a group. The image changed, a bloody battle was fought with what looked like long rifles. The image changed, an early plane reminisant of the Wright Brother’s flew through the sky. The image changed, a woman stood before some sort of large machine, she held in her hand a small device, it glowed. The image changed, a huge celebration filled a tunnel like the one in the mountain below, but vibrant and alive. The image changed, and a man stood, silhouetted before a portal, through which Adrian could see green fields and warm sunlight. The image changed, hundreds of thousands of people pass through a giant portal into what Adrian could only describe as Eden.
The device shut off, and Lisa and Adrian were once again alone in his freezing office. Neither spoke.
After a moment, Adrian began to speak, “I think-“
The machine burst to life again, but instead of an image, small shapes covered the walls.
It took Adrian a moment to realize they were words. He spotted a bit of French by the door, he couldn't read it, he’d only taken a semester of it in college, but he knew it was French.
He looked around, a bit of Chinese or some other Asian calligraphy was by the thermostat, maybe some ancient Egyptian here on his desk? He didn't recognize the majority of them, there must have been thousands.
“Over here!” said Lisa from one of his bookshelves,”This one is in English!”
Adrian rushed over, pushing his glasses farther up his nose, and looked.
Written in plain, modern English along the wall was the phrase; *Join us, when you’re ready.*
Adrian read it seven or eight times, checking to make sure he hadn't gone insane.
Finally he stepped back and said a single word, “Incredible.”
He turned to Lisa, “Alright, we need to let the director in Oslo know what we found,” he thought for a second, “And probably the dig lead here as well. Gather up the team and have them meet us in the conference room in twenty minutes. I’m going to stay here and write down everything we just saw.”
Lisa nodded and hurried to the door, opened it, paused and turned. She looked at Adrian, who was sitting behind his desk again and asked, “Do you think we’re ready?”
Adrian look at Lisa and said, “If you have to ask, I would guess the answer is no.”
| We were shocked when we found it, right out in the open. Even moreso when it turned on. Some sort of video device that looked like it was carved right into the stone. We saw people running, but that wasn't quite right. Even with the thick clothing they had on, I could tell. Something was off with their proportions.
There was some gibberish playing in the background, it figures the linguist left the site two days ago. More running, the scenes made my eyes hurt, I don't know why. It's shaky, but not in a home video kind of way.
"I recognized a few words, they were Chinese!"
I looked over at her, she stepped back from the monitor in shock. The unknown cameraman reached the top of a hill and panned down to an outcrop of rock, more of them streaming into the small valley from all sides.
"What were the words?" I asked, breathless. I hadn't recognized any of them. But I hadn't expected to, either.
The unknown cameraman turns it on himself, and said something before setting the device with a clear view of the valley.
"What were the words, Mary?"
"Again they come."
And just then they heard it, in English. Again they come. They both took a step back. The video went on several more minutes. They stood there in shock, unable to process. Without warning the largest rock in the scene broke free of the others and hovered, tilting on its side. It vanished in a puff of smoke and debris that rained down upon a few unlucky stragglers.
The device blinked. I didn't. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | When hell and heaven came to us to decide who would be the victor, we had transended to a technological plane, where our minds had already been drafted into the the largest neural network ever. Our bodies were projection of us, they work and played like normal humans but we didn't die, we simply aged and digressed back to a younger phase. They fought for us, us immortals. Those beings that could fight without fear of death because we could just make more disposable bodies that the angels and demons fought against. Thanks to them opening the gate of heaven and hell we have now transended further than ever before. | The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "It's not going to work."
His second in command sat down on the bench next to the old General with the long grey beard. "We're outmatched. We've waited too long and we're far outnumbered now and I'm not even sure they're worth saving."
The General removed the field glasses from his eyes and smiled to himself.
"You must have faith my son. It will be as it has been written."
"But Gen---Dad, you underestimate their weapons. No longer are they obsessed with slings, stones, swords and arrows. They have guns, missiles and nuclear warheads. We're horribly outgunned. We haven't a chance. And they no longer *believe*."
"Have *you* lost your faith Jesus?"
"No, Lord."
"Go then. Prepare our forces for it is time. Deliverance is near and we must make ready."
"Yes Lord."
He walked off shaking his head, it was a hopeless fight, clearly his father had to see that. He walked away and disappeared into the bright sunlight. In the distance a trumpet sounded and the sky started to darken.
The old General stood from the bench and once again put the field glasses to His eyes. In the distance He saw the wings of angels flapping slowly as His forces began to descend. It was the End of Days and He couldn't wait to taste to acrid stench of war.
He closed his eyes and opened them in the center of the city. 100 meters ahead of Him lay a ugly scar in the earth the size of three city blocks. The silhouettes of thousands were outlined by smokey red haze as they emerged from Hell itself. His angels landed behind Him and His son walked up to His right hand side. David stood with Him on his left. The angel Gabriel stood at the head of his army of angels, feet not quite touching the ground as he was held aloft by his massive wings.
"Lord, all is ready."
God nodded. The forces of Hell gathered and they both eyed each other across the expanse. Each waiting on the other to make the first move. As God was about to give the oder a line of green vehicles rolled to a stop between them.
"Attention unknown individuals. You are under arrest for terrorism, attempted terrorism, suspicion of terrorism and other violations of Homeland Security. Please lay down your weapons and surrender."
The message repeated again and God looked at them bemused. He'd come to free *them* and save *their* souls and and still they couldn't put aside their arrogance to be thankful to Him. That free will thing turned out to be much more trouble than He thought at the time.
He ignored them and waved to His forces for them to start the advance.
The vehicles opened fired and a company of angels were peppered with automatic gun fire. The bullets slid effortlessly from their Holy armor.
He balled His hand into a fist and His advance stopped, clearly annoyed now.
The voice was back again "I repeat lay down your weapons and surrender to us and no one will be hurt."
God looked from the company of tanks to the demons of Hell and back again. He nodded to Jesus and Jesus spoke.
"My Father offers all eternal life who seek Him through me. Lay down your arms and accept me into your heart that your sins be forgiven and you may have eternal life."
The army commander laughed over the loud speaker.
"I think that's a no, Lord."
"Very well then. Never let it be said that I didn't offer. " He muttered several words to himself and a blinding white light overtook Him. His entire appearance changed and He became Yahweh, The God of War. Yahweh drew his sword and it burned with an unnatural fire. Gabriel sounded his trumpet as the Lord stepped forward, towards the army and towards Hell itself.
The buildings trembled with the sound and fury of the coming of the Lord. The soldiers all fled before Him as thousands had done before, thousands of years before. Yahweh took a second to revel in the sensation. It had been eons since He'd donned this form. Since He'd held his sword aloft. Since He'd tasted the bitter air of battle and He'd missed it.
He looked back at Jesus, fire dancing excitedly in His eyes, raised His arm high in the air and shouted "My will be done" as He and the angels descended upon the dark horde.
| The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | It was a surprise. It started with a few earthquakes then there where big gaping holes with the sound that only hell could make. That was the first hint of what was happening.
Then there where storms from the sky that could have been only formed by gods... or a god.
It was weird what happened after that, the news had plenty to talk about and that was before thing started coming out of the sky and ground. When this happened, well lets say that we have come along way from using swords and bows. The night sky was lit up with different colors depending where you looked. In the sky there where flashes of white as angels came out of the sky however if you looked down at the ground you could see flashes of yellow as soldiers unloaded their clips into whatever demo or angels they could see.
I was one of these soldiers in Australia defending Sydney and lets say shooting demons and whatever monstrosities came out of those pits of hell was like target practice. They where ugly and I don't like ugly.
But while it was easy shooting the ugly it was painful to shoot angels. They where beautiful and the people who didn't want to shoot them captured them and sold them. However as a soldier you were not allowed to do that for obvious reasons.
Me and my squad sat on the roof of a building with whatever weaponry we could get our hands on. We had rocket launchers .50 cal machine gun and rifles. I was outside on patrol, the fight between these two forces has been going on for about two weeks and from what we have learn't the two forces didn't come to wipe us out but to try and wipe the opposing force out. However it seems that we where though of a nuisance and lets just say that we where caught between the middle.
Anyway that is not the point I'm hear to tell you my story in which I will continue on where I left of. As I was walking around to see if there was anything happening I noticed a sack, so I investigated and found the most beautiful creature I have every seen. It was an angel and she was dressed in a cloth which covered her whole body. She was bleeding from her stomach with a nice, big hole. I checked for vitals and found she was still breathing and called for our squad medic. Well then she came back to us and flipped the fuck out.
CURRENT: She has calmed down apparently only to me, she told me her name and asked to be set free however that would be disobeying orders also I just didn't want to see her leave, for she was truly beautiful and I wanted to be with her. However it seems that she did not like the idea of being kept captive which only made me sad. I hate that she was on a whole entirely different level of godly. But we are being extracted soon so maybe something will happen between us, because this is the only good thing that has happened with this war. | The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | With the first barely audible crackling of energy in the heart of the city the sirens began to wail. They were the air raid sirens of old, warning the city to seek safety amongst the numerous bunkers that had been constructed in preparation for the wars of another time. They would suit the needs of the present just fine. As the crackling grew louder, sensors across the city focused on the nearly invisible energy field, analyzing it and calculating, feeding their output to consoles deep within the defense stations of this city and others. After a few moments the analysis computers spat out their conclusion with a confidence level of 68.0154%. The city began to slowly warm up its defensive systems, railgun capacitors charging, beam cannons underwent lazing tests, assault vehicles roared to life in their hidden bunkers as their turrets tracked around in test mode. All across the city, hidden drone launchers in buildings let loose a few drones, the devices buzzing their way to surround the growing anomaly. A few police units arrived to cordon off Central Park, in a few cases helping the last shambling figures off the street and to safety. The NYPD first responders had arrived on scene within 76 seconds of the initial warning.
As the power grew and the weapons systems of the city ran through their pre-battle checkups, the situation was streamed live towards city defense centers and army bases all across the United American League. Queries were sent overseas to the European Kingdom, the African Confederation, Eastern Protectorate, and the Korean Empire. Denials were immediately received, demands for further information forwarded to the appropriate directorates. The anomaly crackled powerfully and the unshielded electronics of the lights in the park began to flicker on and off as powerful subsonic vibrations began to rumble through the ground, rippling the water of the lake and sending some leaves to the ground in the chill fall air.
Across the country a deep hissing erupted forth from no discernible location in the air beneath the Gateway Arch of St Louis. Alarms burst into action, sending another exodus of stumbling masses towards the bunkers. Within the SkySeine Global Defense System the previous probability of the conclusion rose to 84.6279% with the incoming data. Across the Nation armed forces were put on alert for possible action items. Orders were sent out and then immediately countermanded and revised with additional instructions as two more anomalies crept up within the borders of the UAL, one in Mexico City, the other Rio de Janeiro. The probability now stood at a 99.9827% probability of an imminent invasion of the UAL territories. As a result the full armed forces of the nation began to swing into gear, clearing the skies of non-military traffic, canceling orbital shuttles. All as the great war machine began to lurch into full gear for the first time in recent memory. Hundred-thousand ton battle platforms lifted off on great repulser engines lumbering over the countryside at a meager hundred feet in altitude, nimble fighters and assault gunships took to the skies, orbital weapons platforms began expanding out radiators and beginning weapons checks in preparation for war.
Repeated queries were sent towards the other nations of the planet and denials were continuously forthcoming as data was exchanged back and forth accusingly. In response to the growing alarm of the UAL and the obviously threatening motions of its Earth bound and near-Earth orbital assets, the other nations of the Earth began to mobilize as well. Events were rapidly escalating worldwide, and only 362 seconds had passed since the first sign of danger.
Suddenly with a loud screeching, the four anomalies split open in an otherworldly shower of energy. The two dimensional planes of light and plasma burst into flame for a moment from the release of energy, knocking several dozen drones out of the sky at each location. But only seconds later dozens more dove through the gateways, streaming their data back for several seconds as they passed the oncoming horrors before falling silent. Microseconds later the firepower of all four cities began to unleash its terrible power on the mouths of the gateways. Particle beams and laser cannon firing iridescent annihilation into the cloud as railguns kept up a steady zapCRACK! The idling defense vehicles within the bowels of the city lurched into motion simultaneously. The smooth efficiency of the automated vehicles roaring out of their homes filled the streets with the howls of war.
For a full 3.6241 minutes it looked as though the cities defensive systems would hold against whatever unseen targets existed beyond the smoky veil of the portals. But not even these mighty defensive systems could keep this level of attack up for long. Even as the reactors of the cities burned with the heart of the stars themselves, the lazing equipment began to heat up, the particle barrels began to slag, the railgun capacitors could not charge at the current rates of usage. And so the onslaught of destructive capability began to slow. Railguns switched over to low-velocity high-rate-of-fire modes, particle cannons aimed at the sky and descended into their maintenance tubes as robotic arms began the processes of changing out the melting barrels, lasers slowed their rate of fire as great gouts of steam issued forth from their cooling units. Weapons systems still fired into the expanding smoke, but after 16.8239 seconds a scaled webbed foot the size of a semi-truck slammed out of the portal in New York City. And so the invasion began.
As the massive creature ponderously pulled itself into view, the various weapons systems of the city began targeting it. The NYPD valiantly opened fire with their cruiser mounted guns before quickly retargeting as an unfathomable hoard of beasts erupted forth around the legs of the behemoth. High velocity rounds zipped through the once peaceful park to strike their targets, often hitting several others in the process. Again it seemed like the tide had been stemmed when the cruiser mounted weaponry began to run low on ammunition. They had never been intended to hold off an invasion alone. Slowly amidst the screams of hatred and fury of the whip tailed cloven hoofed abominations, the guns of the NYPD began to fall silent. The steel gaze of the officers met their opponents and to a unit, every officer stood their ground and engaged in hand to hand combat with the attackers. But across all four cities, the same scene played out within seconds of each other. As the great beasts slowly lumbered out of the portals, heedless of damage, the police forces were quickly overrun and torn apart. The computer systems registered uncertainty to their superiors as none of the targets matched any known enemy and they seemed to be armed with primitive weapons in many cases. Tridents, spears, swords, and whips in the claws of what was tentatively identified as genetically engineered soldiers for New York and Mexico City. Bow and arrows, spears, and swords in the hands of humans wearing an unknown uniform of white robes and glowing rings for St. Louis and Rio de Janeiro.
This data was discarded as a ruse of some kind as the reinforcements from the assault vehicles finally began to arrive at the scenes of the portals. Their heavy guns and cannons began to tear into the raging masses, cutting through the temporarily stunned group like a plasma cutter through butter. With roar that shattered windows for blocks, the massive creature, tentatively identified as a 65,000 ton battle strider began to unleash what appeared to be particle beams from its forward section, what had been previously labeled as a possible cockpit. These beams made short work of the assault vehicles whenever the two met. The sheer mass of the battle striders were also quite capable of smashing the tanks, limited in maneuverability as they were by the detritus of combat that had already been spread around.
[Continued] | The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
| The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
| The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | He clutched his brother's collar tightly,the soldiers muttered eagerly. "You better keep hold of that list." He whispered flatly,eyeing the others discreetly. Then,in a silent moment a bulky women's sandals were heard jogging through the pavement away from the safe line of dispersed infantry, artillery and a lone mud splattered tank. She held her hands defensively towards them as she continued backwards.
"Stop,please. We have nothing to fear, I believe God is just.God is just!" She kept repeating even after doubtful soldiers angled their weapons towards a lone figure running towards them,an angel. A muscled man with the features of a greek youth and torn wing hurried fiercely. A furious pounding of leather and a useless shield with a glinting sword in hand approached ever more skillfully as the woman sensing the soldier's worries attempted to shield the darting angel from their bullets,each step closer and closer. The warning noise of the charged guns was heard and a few protesting shouts. The woman turned towards the approaching angel straightening her white t-shirt and gripping her rosary and despite the rising tensions brought a smile to her face welcoming the angel who's muscled contracted in a desperate stampede.
"God is good"She quickly clarified, " I welcome you ,my name is-" but she was cut short as the angel's sword mercilessly met her neck in an unceasing swoop ,not looking back as he galloped towards the small battalion. A few gasped. Dylan's hand fell from his brother and in a noiseless stream of bullets followed. The women's body fell forward. Her almost completely severed head a delicate meeting with the pavement ensuing a red stream. Out of focus, the culprit was chocked into bullets,his teeth clenched,one last clench of his sword and he fell irrevocably on the pieces of him that remained. No one spoke. No one wanted to, no one needed to. Within the troops, two women whimpered and munched themselves towards what was later revealed to be their 30-year old sister. The blond one with one shoe wanted to grasp a part of her sister yet she couldn't bring herself to touch her through trembling fingers. The older one and larger one,flipped her roughly but unintentionally,held her limp hand to her cheek in a stream of tears. A few soldiers starting walking slowly towards them whispering amongst themselves in order to take care of the body.The petite sister stood up in her bloodied dress and in an unfitting voice screamed at them. "No!No! God is just." She echoed her dead sister as she glanced at the angel being scraped off the dirt by other volunteers then her other sister silently crying. "God is just!" She kept bawling, trying to tumble the approaching men.Her shouts resonated with assurance and through the tearing of her throat each seemed to transform into a question.It was impossible to tear the eyes away,even when one wanted to.
"We should keep moving" Dylan began half-heartedly as his brother wordlessly removed his clerical collar. Dylan knew Aaron well enough to know that he did not once discard his collar out of questioning his religious convictions, but out of an egocentric motive he had yet to understand. | The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" | The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | The Salvation War.
Sadly, it could use an editor, but still a pretty good read.
2 books in the trilogy, but the third won't be coming out- the author claimed that some butthurt fundie unofficially published a copy or something like that- long story short, he doesn't have full rights over it (or something like that) and he can't publish it in paper form, nor can he make any money over it, meaning he doesn't have motivation to finish the trilogy. Did have a pretty good premise to that last one, shame it won't be coming out.
*spoiler section (kind of)*
If you don't know what the third book was supposed to be about, I'll tell you right now: You remember the Minos Gate? Also the theory behind there being a multiverse in onion form (i.e., Earth is the core; Heaven, Hell, Greek Gods, maybe something else are the second layer; etc etc)? Well, that theory is correct. The Demons that the Baldricks are afraid of exist in the third layer. And they come back. And they are substantially stronger than the Baldricks. The third book was to focus on the outcome of the war with Heaven and Hell on earth, what happens with the introduction of Hell into the economy, and the war opening up with Demons on one side and Heaven/Hell/Humans on the other. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "It's not going to work."
His second in command sat down on the bench next to the old General with the long grey beard. "We're outmatched. We've waited too long and we're far outnumbered now and I'm not even sure they're worth saving."
The General removed the field glasses from his eyes and smiled to himself.
"You must have faith my son. It will be as it has been written."
"But Gen---Dad, you underestimate their weapons. No longer are they obsessed with slings, stones, swords and arrows. They have guns, missiles and nuclear warheads. We're horribly outgunned. We haven't a chance. And they no longer *believe*."
"Have *you* lost your faith Jesus?"
"No, Lord."
"Go then. Prepare our forces for it is time. Deliverance is near and we must make ready."
"Yes Lord."
He walked off shaking his head, it was a hopeless fight, clearly his father had to see that. He walked away and disappeared into the bright sunlight. In the distance a trumpet sounded and the sky started to darken.
The old General stood from the bench and once again put the field glasses to His eyes. In the distance He saw the wings of angels flapping slowly as His forces began to descend. It was the End of Days and He couldn't wait to taste to acrid stench of war.
He closed his eyes and opened them in the center of the city. 100 meters ahead of Him lay a ugly scar in the earth the size of three city blocks. The silhouettes of thousands were outlined by smokey red haze as they emerged from Hell itself. His angels landed behind Him and His son walked up to His right hand side. David stood with Him on his left. The angel Gabriel stood at the head of his army of angels, feet not quite touching the ground as he was held aloft by his massive wings.
"Lord, all is ready."
God nodded. The forces of Hell gathered and they both eyed each other across the expanse. Each waiting on the other to make the first move. As God was about to give the oder a line of green vehicles rolled to a stop between them.
"Attention unknown individuals. You are under arrest for terrorism, attempted terrorism, suspicion of terrorism and other violations of Homeland Security. Please lay down your weapons and surrender."
The message repeated again and God looked at them bemused. He'd come to free *them* and save *their* souls and and still they couldn't put aside their arrogance to be thankful to Him. That free will thing turned out to be much more trouble than He thought at the time.
He ignored them and waved to His forces for them to start the advance.
The vehicles opened fired and a company of angels were peppered with automatic gun fire. The bullets slid effortlessly from their Holy armor.
He balled His hand into a fist and His advance stopped, clearly annoyed now.
The voice was back again "I repeat lay down your weapons and surrender to us and no one will be hurt."
God looked from the company of tanks to the demons of Hell and back again. He nodded to Jesus and Jesus spoke.
"My Father offers all eternal life who seek Him through me. Lay down your arms and accept me into your heart that your sins be forgiven and you may have eternal life."
The army commander laughed over the loud speaker.
"I think that's a no, Lord."
"Very well then. Never let it be said that I didn't offer. " He muttered several words to himself and a blinding white light overtook Him. His entire appearance changed and He became Yahweh, The God of War. Yahweh drew his sword and it burned with an unnatural fire. Gabriel sounded his trumpet as the Lord stepped forward, towards the army and towards Hell itself.
The buildings trembled with the sound and fury of the coming of the Lord. The soldiers all fled before Him as thousands had done before, thousands of years before. Yahweh took a second to revel in the sensation. It had been eons since He'd donned this form. Since He'd held his sword aloft. Since He'd tasted the bitter air of battle and He'd missed it.
He looked back at Jesus, fire dancing excitedly in His eyes, raised His arm high in the air and shouted "My will be done" as He and the angels descended upon the dark horde.
| Sorry about offtopic(?), but i have question which somehow relates to the topic. I was once at library browsing books, but couldn't borrow anything because i didn't had library card. One book (series) is about how gates of Hell opens on Earth and humans attack Hell right after they realize what they are facing of.
What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | It was a surprise. It started with a few earthquakes then there where big gaping holes with the sound that only hell could make. That was the first hint of what was happening.
Then there where storms from the sky that could have been only formed by gods... or a god.
It was weird what happened after that, the news had plenty to talk about and that was before thing started coming out of the sky and ground. When this happened, well lets say that we have come along way from using swords and bows. The night sky was lit up with different colors depending where you looked. In the sky there where flashes of white as angels came out of the sky however if you looked down at the ground you could see flashes of yellow as soldiers unloaded their clips into whatever demo or angels they could see.
I was one of these soldiers in Australia defending Sydney and lets say shooting demons and whatever monstrosities came out of those pits of hell was like target practice. They where ugly and I don't like ugly.
But while it was easy shooting the ugly it was painful to shoot angels. They where beautiful and the people who didn't want to shoot them captured them and sold them. However as a soldier you were not allowed to do that for obvious reasons.
Me and my squad sat on the roof of a building with whatever weaponry we could get our hands on. We had rocket launchers .50 cal machine gun and rifles. I was outside on patrol, the fight between these two forces has been going on for about two weeks and from what we have learn't the two forces didn't come to wipe us out but to try and wipe the opposing force out. However it seems that we where though of a nuisance and lets just say that we where caught between the middle.
Anyway that is not the point I'm hear to tell you my story in which I will continue on where I left of. As I was walking around to see if there was anything happening I noticed a sack, so I investigated and found the most beautiful creature I have every seen. It was an angel and she was dressed in a cloth which covered her whole body. She was bleeding from her stomach with a nice, big hole. I checked for vitals and found she was still breathing and called for our squad medic. Well then she came back to us and flipped the fuck out.
CURRENT: She has calmed down apparently only to me, she told me her name and asked to be set free however that would be disobeying orders also I just didn't want to see her leave, for she was truly beautiful and I wanted to be with her. However it seems that she did not like the idea of being kept captive which only made me sad. I hate that she was on a whole entirely different level of godly. But we are being extracted soon so maybe something will happen between us, because this is the only good thing that has happened with this war. | Sorry about offtopic(?), but i have question which somehow relates to the topic. I was once at library browsing books, but couldn't borrow anything because i didn't had library card. One book (series) is about how gates of Hell opens on Earth and humans attack Hell right after they realize what they are facing of.
What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | With the first barely audible crackling of energy in the heart of the city the sirens began to wail. They were the air raid sirens of old, warning the city to seek safety amongst the numerous bunkers that had been constructed in preparation for the wars of another time. They would suit the needs of the present just fine. As the crackling grew louder, sensors across the city focused on the nearly invisible energy field, analyzing it and calculating, feeding their output to consoles deep within the defense stations of this city and others. After a few moments the analysis computers spat out their conclusion with a confidence level of 68.0154%. The city began to slowly warm up its defensive systems, railgun capacitors charging, beam cannons underwent lazing tests, assault vehicles roared to life in their hidden bunkers as their turrets tracked around in test mode. All across the city, hidden drone launchers in buildings let loose a few drones, the devices buzzing their way to surround the growing anomaly. A few police units arrived to cordon off Central Park, in a few cases helping the last shambling figures off the street and to safety. The NYPD first responders had arrived on scene within 76 seconds of the initial warning.
As the power grew and the weapons systems of the city ran through their pre-battle checkups, the situation was streamed live towards city defense centers and army bases all across the United American League. Queries were sent overseas to the European Kingdom, the African Confederation, Eastern Protectorate, and the Korean Empire. Denials were immediately received, demands for further information forwarded to the appropriate directorates. The anomaly crackled powerfully and the unshielded electronics of the lights in the park began to flicker on and off as powerful subsonic vibrations began to rumble through the ground, rippling the water of the lake and sending some leaves to the ground in the chill fall air.
Across the country a deep hissing erupted forth from no discernible location in the air beneath the Gateway Arch of St Louis. Alarms burst into action, sending another exodus of stumbling masses towards the bunkers. Within the SkySeine Global Defense System the previous probability of the conclusion rose to 84.6279% with the incoming data. Across the Nation armed forces were put on alert for possible action items. Orders were sent out and then immediately countermanded and revised with additional instructions as two more anomalies crept up within the borders of the UAL, one in Mexico City, the other Rio de Janeiro. The probability now stood at a 99.9827% probability of an imminent invasion of the UAL territories. As a result the full armed forces of the nation began to swing into gear, clearing the skies of non-military traffic, canceling orbital shuttles. All as the great war machine began to lurch into full gear for the first time in recent memory. Hundred-thousand ton battle platforms lifted off on great repulser engines lumbering over the countryside at a meager hundred feet in altitude, nimble fighters and assault gunships took to the skies, orbital weapons platforms began expanding out radiators and beginning weapons checks in preparation for war.
Repeated queries were sent towards the other nations of the planet and denials were continuously forthcoming as data was exchanged back and forth accusingly. In response to the growing alarm of the UAL and the obviously threatening motions of its Earth bound and near-Earth orbital assets, the other nations of the Earth began to mobilize as well. Events were rapidly escalating worldwide, and only 362 seconds had passed since the first sign of danger.
Suddenly with a loud screeching, the four anomalies split open in an otherworldly shower of energy. The two dimensional planes of light and plasma burst into flame for a moment from the release of energy, knocking several dozen drones out of the sky at each location. But only seconds later dozens more dove through the gateways, streaming their data back for several seconds as they passed the oncoming horrors before falling silent. Microseconds later the firepower of all four cities began to unleash its terrible power on the mouths of the gateways. Particle beams and laser cannon firing iridescent annihilation into the cloud as railguns kept up a steady zapCRACK! The idling defense vehicles within the bowels of the city lurched into motion simultaneously. The smooth efficiency of the automated vehicles roaring out of their homes filled the streets with the howls of war.
For a full 3.6241 minutes it looked as though the cities defensive systems would hold against whatever unseen targets existed beyond the smoky veil of the portals. But not even these mighty defensive systems could keep this level of attack up for long. Even as the reactors of the cities burned with the heart of the stars themselves, the lazing equipment began to heat up, the particle barrels began to slag, the railgun capacitors could not charge at the current rates of usage. And so the onslaught of destructive capability began to slow. Railguns switched over to low-velocity high-rate-of-fire modes, particle cannons aimed at the sky and descended into their maintenance tubes as robotic arms began the processes of changing out the melting barrels, lasers slowed their rate of fire as great gouts of steam issued forth from their cooling units. Weapons systems still fired into the expanding smoke, but after 16.8239 seconds a scaled webbed foot the size of a semi-truck slammed out of the portal in New York City. And so the invasion began.
As the massive creature ponderously pulled itself into view, the various weapons systems of the city began targeting it. The NYPD valiantly opened fire with their cruiser mounted guns before quickly retargeting as an unfathomable hoard of beasts erupted forth around the legs of the behemoth. High velocity rounds zipped through the once peaceful park to strike their targets, often hitting several others in the process. Again it seemed like the tide had been stemmed when the cruiser mounted weaponry began to run low on ammunition. They had never been intended to hold off an invasion alone. Slowly amidst the screams of hatred and fury of the whip tailed cloven hoofed abominations, the guns of the NYPD began to fall silent. The steel gaze of the officers met their opponents and to a unit, every officer stood their ground and engaged in hand to hand combat with the attackers. But across all four cities, the same scene played out within seconds of each other. As the great beasts slowly lumbered out of the portals, heedless of damage, the police forces were quickly overrun and torn apart. The computer systems registered uncertainty to their superiors as none of the targets matched any known enemy and they seemed to be armed with primitive weapons in many cases. Tridents, spears, swords, and whips in the claws of what was tentatively identified as genetically engineered soldiers for New York and Mexico City. Bow and arrows, spears, and swords in the hands of humans wearing an unknown uniform of white robes and glowing rings for St. Louis and Rio de Janeiro.
This data was discarded as a ruse of some kind as the reinforcements from the assault vehicles finally began to arrive at the scenes of the portals. Their heavy guns and cannons began to tear into the raging masses, cutting through the temporarily stunned group like a plasma cutter through butter. With roar that shattered windows for blocks, the massive creature, tentatively identified as a 65,000 ton battle strider began to unleash what appeared to be particle beams from its forward section, what had been previously labeled as a possible cockpit. These beams made short work of the assault vehicles whenever the two met. The sheer mass of the battle striders were also quite capable of smashing the tanks, limited in maneuverability as they were by the detritus of combat that had already been spread around.
[Continued] | Sorry about offtopic(?), but i have question which somehow relates to the topic. I was once at library browsing books, but couldn't borrow anything because i didn't had library card. One book (series) is about how gates of Hell opens on Earth and humans attack Hell right after they realize what they are facing of.
What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
| Sorry about offtopic(?), but i have question which somehow relates to the topic. I was once at library browsing books, but couldn't borrow anything because i didn't had library card. One book (series) is about how gates of Hell opens on Earth and humans attack Hell right after they realize what they are facing of.
What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
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What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | He clutched his brother's collar tightly,the soldiers muttered eagerly. "You better keep hold of that list." He whispered flatly,eyeing the others discreetly. Then,in a silent moment a bulky women's sandals were heard jogging through the pavement away from the safe line of dispersed infantry, artillery and a lone mud splattered tank. She held her hands defensively towards them as she continued backwards.
"Stop,please. We have nothing to fear, I believe God is just.God is just!" She kept repeating even after doubtful soldiers angled their weapons towards a lone figure running towards them,an angel. A muscled man with the features of a greek youth and torn wing hurried fiercely. A furious pounding of leather and a useless shield with a glinting sword in hand approached ever more skillfully as the woman sensing the soldier's worries attempted to shield the darting angel from their bullets,each step closer and closer. The warning noise of the charged guns was heard and a few protesting shouts. The woman turned towards the approaching angel straightening her white t-shirt and gripping her rosary and despite the rising tensions brought a smile to her face welcoming the angel who's muscled contracted in a desperate stampede.
"God is good"She quickly clarified, " I welcome you ,my name is-" but she was cut short as the angel's sword mercilessly met her neck in an unceasing swoop ,not looking back as he galloped towards the small battalion. A few gasped. Dylan's hand fell from his brother and in a noiseless stream of bullets followed. The women's body fell forward. Her almost completely severed head a delicate meeting with the pavement ensuing a red stream. Out of focus, the culprit was chocked into bullets,his teeth clenched,one last clench of his sword and he fell irrevocably on the pieces of him that remained. No one spoke. No one wanted to, no one needed to. Within the troops, two women whimpered and munched themselves towards what was later revealed to be their 30-year old sister. The blond one with one shoe wanted to grasp a part of her sister yet she couldn't bring herself to touch her through trembling fingers. The older one and larger one,flipped her roughly but unintentionally,held her limp hand to her cheek in a stream of tears. A few soldiers starting walking slowly towards them whispering amongst themselves in order to take care of the body.The petite sister stood up in her bloodied dress and in an unfitting voice screamed at them. "No!No! God is just." She echoed her dead sister as she glanced at the angel being scraped off the dirt by other volunteers then her other sister silently crying. "God is just!" She kept bawling, trying to tumble the approaching men.Her shouts resonated with assurance and through the tearing of her throat each seemed to transform into a question.It was impossible to tear the eyes away,even when one wanted to.
"We should keep moving" Dylan began half-heartedly as his brother wordlessly removed his clerical collar. Dylan knew Aaron well enough to know that he did not once discard his collar out of questioning his religious convictions, but out of an egocentric motive he had yet to understand. | Sorry about offtopic(?), but i have question which somehow relates to the topic. I was once at library browsing books, but couldn't borrow anything because i didn't had library card. One book (series) is about how gates of Hell opens on Earth and humans attack Hell right after they realize what they are facing of.
What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" | Sorry about offtopic(?), but i have question which somehow relates to the topic. I was once at library browsing books, but couldn't borrow anything because i didn't had library card. One book (series) is about how gates of Hell opens on Earth and humans attack Hell right after they realize what they are facing of.
What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | Sorry about offtopic(?), but i have question which somehow relates to the topic. I was once at library browsing books, but couldn't borrow anything because i didn't had library card. One book (series) is about how gates of Hell opens on Earth and humans attack Hell right after they realize what they are facing of.
What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | Sorry about offtopic(?), but i have question which somehow relates to the topic. I was once at library browsing books, but couldn't borrow anything because i didn't had library card. One book (series) is about how gates of Hell opens on Earth and humans attack Hell right after they realize what they are facing of.
What might be name of that book (series)? Writer was american or from england and the book was soft cover. Name of writer was something short like Lee Child if i remember it right, but it wasn't that [Lee Child](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Child). |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | It was a surprise. It started with a few earthquakes then there where big gaping holes with the sound that only hell could make. That was the first hint of what was happening.
Then there where storms from the sky that could have been only formed by gods... or a god.
It was weird what happened after that, the news had plenty to talk about and that was before thing started coming out of the sky and ground. When this happened, well lets say that we have come along way from using swords and bows. The night sky was lit up with different colors depending where you looked. In the sky there where flashes of white as angels came out of the sky however if you looked down at the ground you could see flashes of yellow as soldiers unloaded their clips into whatever demo or angels they could see.
I was one of these soldiers in Australia defending Sydney and lets say shooting demons and whatever monstrosities came out of those pits of hell was like target practice. They where ugly and I don't like ugly.
But while it was easy shooting the ugly it was painful to shoot angels. They where beautiful and the people who didn't want to shoot them captured them and sold them. However as a soldier you were not allowed to do that for obvious reasons.
Me and my squad sat on the roof of a building with whatever weaponry we could get our hands on. We had rocket launchers .50 cal machine gun and rifles. I was outside on patrol, the fight between these two forces has been going on for about two weeks and from what we have learn't the two forces didn't come to wipe us out but to try and wipe the opposing force out. However it seems that we where though of a nuisance and lets just say that we where caught between the middle.
Anyway that is not the point I'm hear to tell you my story in which I will continue on where I left of. As I was walking around to see if there was anything happening I noticed a sack, so I investigated and found the most beautiful creature I have every seen. It was an angel and she was dressed in a cloth which covered her whole body. She was bleeding from her stomach with a nice, big hole. I checked for vitals and found she was still breathing and called for our squad medic. Well then she came back to us and flipped the fuck out.
CURRENT: She has calmed down apparently only to me, she told me her name and asked to be set free however that would be disobeying orders also I just didn't want to see her leave, for she was truly beautiful and I wanted to be with her. However it seems that she did not like the idea of being kept captive which only made me sad. I hate that she was on a whole entirely different level of godly. But we are being extracted soon so maybe something will happen between us, because this is the only good thing that has happened with this war. | Everybody had one.
Yellow ones , green ones, little pink ones with bows ,and they did everything for us..after all we designed them to.
Everybody had one.
It became a game to us. A quick over the air update and they were battle ready. The shock and total awe on the faces of the enemy hordes ,angel and demon alike, priceless...
Nine billion people in the world.
Everybody had one. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | With the first barely audible crackling of energy in the heart of the city the sirens began to wail. They were the air raid sirens of old, warning the city to seek safety amongst the numerous bunkers that had been constructed in preparation for the wars of another time. They would suit the needs of the present just fine. As the crackling grew louder, sensors across the city focused on the nearly invisible energy field, analyzing it and calculating, feeding their output to consoles deep within the defense stations of this city and others. After a few moments the analysis computers spat out their conclusion with a confidence level of 68.0154%. The city began to slowly warm up its defensive systems, railgun capacitors charging, beam cannons underwent lazing tests, assault vehicles roared to life in their hidden bunkers as their turrets tracked around in test mode. All across the city, hidden drone launchers in buildings let loose a few drones, the devices buzzing their way to surround the growing anomaly. A few police units arrived to cordon off Central Park, in a few cases helping the last shambling figures off the street and to safety. The NYPD first responders had arrived on scene within 76 seconds of the initial warning.
As the power grew and the weapons systems of the city ran through their pre-battle checkups, the situation was streamed live towards city defense centers and army bases all across the United American League. Queries were sent overseas to the European Kingdom, the African Confederation, Eastern Protectorate, and the Korean Empire. Denials were immediately received, demands for further information forwarded to the appropriate directorates. The anomaly crackled powerfully and the unshielded electronics of the lights in the park began to flicker on and off as powerful subsonic vibrations began to rumble through the ground, rippling the water of the lake and sending some leaves to the ground in the chill fall air.
Across the country a deep hissing erupted forth from no discernible location in the air beneath the Gateway Arch of St Louis. Alarms burst into action, sending another exodus of stumbling masses towards the bunkers. Within the SkySeine Global Defense System the previous probability of the conclusion rose to 84.6279% with the incoming data. Across the Nation armed forces were put on alert for possible action items. Orders were sent out and then immediately countermanded and revised with additional instructions as two more anomalies crept up within the borders of the UAL, one in Mexico City, the other Rio de Janeiro. The probability now stood at a 99.9827% probability of an imminent invasion of the UAL territories. As a result the full armed forces of the nation began to swing into gear, clearing the skies of non-military traffic, canceling orbital shuttles. All as the great war machine began to lurch into full gear for the first time in recent memory. Hundred-thousand ton battle platforms lifted off on great repulser engines lumbering over the countryside at a meager hundred feet in altitude, nimble fighters and assault gunships took to the skies, orbital weapons platforms began expanding out radiators and beginning weapons checks in preparation for war.
Repeated queries were sent towards the other nations of the planet and denials were continuously forthcoming as data was exchanged back and forth accusingly. In response to the growing alarm of the UAL and the obviously threatening motions of its Earth bound and near-Earth orbital assets, the other nations of the Earth began to mobilize as well. Events were rapidly escalating worldwide, and only 362 seconds had passed since the first sign of danger.
Suddenly with a loud screeching, the four anomalies split open in an otherworldly shower of energy. The two dimensional planes of light and plasma burst into flame for a moment from the release of energy, knocking several dozen drones out of the sky at each location. But only seconds later dozens more dove through the gateways, streaming their data back for several seconds as they passed the oncoming horrors before falling silent. Microseconds later the firepower of all four cities began to unleash its terrible power on the mouths of the gateways. Particle beams and laser cannon firing iridescent annihilation into the cloud as railguns kept up a steady zapCRACK! The idling defense vehicles within the bowels of the city lurched into motion simultaneously. The smooth efficiency of the automated vehicles roaring out of their homes filled the streets with the howls of war.
For a full 3.6241 minutes it looked as though the cities defensive systems would hold against whatever unseen targets existed beyond the smoky veil of the portals. But not even these mighty defensive systems could keep this level of attack up for long. Even as the reactors of the cities burned with the heart of the stars themselves, the lazing equipment began to heat up, the particle barrels began to slag, the railgun capacitors could not charge at the current rates of usage. And so the onslaught of destructive capability began to slow. Railguns switched over to low-velocity high-rate-of-fire modes, particle cannons aimed at the sky and descended into their maintenance tubes as robotic arms began the processes of changing out the melting barrels, lasers slowed their rate of fire as great gouts of steam issued forth from their cooling units. Weapons systems still fired into the expanding smoke, but after 16.8239 seconds a scaled webbed foot the size of a semi-truck slammed out of the portal in New York City. And so the invasion began.
As the massive creature ponderously pulled itself into view, the various weapons systems of the city began targeting it. The NYPD valiantly opened fire with their cruiser mounted guns before quickly retargeting as an unfathomable hoard of beasts erupted forth around the legs of the behemoth. High velocity rounds zipped through the once peaceful park to strike their targets, often hitting several others in the process. Again it seemed like the tide had been stemmed when the cruiser mounted weaponry began to run low on ammunition. They had never been intended to hold off an invasion alone. Slowly amidst the screams of hatred and fury of the whip tailed cloven hoofed abominations, the guns of the NYPD began to fall silent. The steel gaze of the officers met their opponents and to a unit, every officer stood their ground and engaged in hand to hand combat with the attackers. But across all four cities, the same scene played out within seconds of each other. As the great beasts slowly lumbered out of the portals, heedless of damage, the police forces were quickly overrun and torn apart. The computer systems registered uncertainty to their superiors as none of the targets matched any known enemy and they seemed to be armed with primitive weapons in many cases. Tridents, spears, swords, and whips in the claws of what was tentatively identified as genetically engineered soldiers for New York and Mexico City. Bow and arrows, spears, and swords in the hands of humans wearing an unknown uniform of white robes and glowing rings for St. Louis and Rio de Janeiro.
This data was discarded as a ruse of some kind as the reinforcements from the assault vehicles finally began to arrive at the scenes of the portals. Their heavy guns and cannons began to tear into the raging masses, cutting through the temporarily stunned group like a plasma cutter through butter. With roar that shattered windows for blocks, the massive creature, tentatively identified as a 65,000 ton battle strider began to unleash what appeared to be particle beams from its forward section, what had been previously labeled as a possible cockpit. These beams made short work of the assault vehicles whenever the two met. The sheer mass of the battle striders were also quite capable of smashing the tanks, limited in maneuverability as they were by the detritus of combat that had already been spread around.
[Continued] | Everybody had one.
Yellow ones , green ones, little pink ones with bows ,and they did everything for us..after all we designed them to.
Everybody had one.
It became a game to us. A quick over the air update and they were battle ready. The shock and total awe on the faces of the enemy hordes ,angel and demon alike, priceless...
Nine billion people in the world.
Everybody had one. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
| Everybody had one.
Yellow ones , green ones, little pink ones with bows ,and they did everything for us..after all we designed them to.
Everybody had one.
It became a game to us. A quick over the air update and they were battle ready. The shock and total awe on the faces of the enemy hordes ,angel and demon alike, priceless...
Nine billion people in the world.
Everybody had one. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
| Everybody had one.
Yellow ones , green ones, little pink ones with bows ,and they did everything for us..after all we designed them to.
Everybody had one.
It became a game to us. A quick over the air update and they were battle ready. The shock and total awe on the faces of the enemy hordes ,angel and demon alike, priceless...
Nine billion people in the world.
Everybody had one. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | He clutched his brother's collar tightly,the soldiers muttered eagerly. "You better keep hold of that list." He whispered flatly,eyeing the others discreetly. Then,in a silent moment a bulky women's sandals were heard jogging through the pavement away from the safe line of dispersed infantry, artillery and a lone mud splattered tank. She held her hands defensively towards them as she continued backwards.
"Stop,please. We have nothing to fear, I believe God is just.God is just!" She kept repeating even after doubtful soldiers angled their weapons towards a lone figure running towards them,an angel. A muscled man with the features of a greek youth and torn wing hurried fiercely. A furious pounding of leather and a useless shield with a glinting sword in hand approached ever more skillfully as the woman sensing the soldier's worries attempted to shield the darting angel from their bullets,each step closer and closer. The warning noise of the charged guns was heard and a few protesting shouts. The woman turned towards the approaching angel straightening her white t-shirt and gripping her rosary and despite the rising tensions brought a smile to her face welcoming the angel who's muscled contracted in a desperate stampede.
"God is good"She quickly clarified, " I welcome you ,my name is-" but she was cut short as the angel's sword mercilessly met her neck in an unceasing swoop ,not looking back as he galloped towards the small battalion. A few gasped. Dylan's hand fell from his brother and in a noiseless stream of bullets followed. The women's body fell forward. Her almost completely severed head a delicate meeting with the pavement ensuing a red stream. Out of focus, the culprit was chocked into bullets,his teeth clenched,one last clench of his sword and he fell irrevocably on the pieces of him that remained. No one spoke. No one wanted to, no one needed to. Within the troops, two women whimpered and munched themselves towards what was later revealed to be their 30-year old sister. The blond one with one shoe wanted to grasp a part of her sister yet she couldn't bring herself to touch her through trembling fingers. The older one and larger one,flipped her roughly but unintentionally,held her limp hand to her cheek in a stream of tears. A few soldiers starting walking slowly towards them whispering amongst themselves in order to take care of the body.The petite sister stood up in her bloodied dress and in an unfitting voice screamed at them. "No!No! God is just." She echoed her dead sister as she glanced at the angel being scraped off the dirt by other volunteers then her other sister silently crying. "God is just!" She kept bawling, trying to tumble the approaching men.Her shouts resonated with assurance and through the tearing of her throat each seemed to transform into a question.It was impossible to tear the eyes away,even when one wanted to.
"We should keep moving" Dylan began half-heartedly as his brother wordlessly removed his clerical collar. Dylan knew Aaron well enough to know that he did not once discard his collar out of questioning his religious convictions, but out of an egocentric motive he had yet to understand. | Everybody had one.
Yellow ones , green ones, little pink ones with bows ,and they did everything for us..after all we designed them to.
Everybody had one.
It became a game to us. A quick over the air update and they were battle ready. The shock and total awe on the faces of the enemy hordes ,angel and demon alike, priceless...
Nine billion people in the world.
Everybody had one. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" | Everybody had one.
Yellow ones , green ones, little pink ones with bows ,and they did everything for us..after all we designed them to.
Everybody had one.
It became a game to us. A quick over the air update and they were battle ready. The shock and total awe on the faces of the enemy hordes ,angel and demon alike, priceless...
Nine billion people in the world.
Everybody had one. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | Everybody had one.
Yellow ones , green ones, little pink ones with bows ,and they did everything for us..after all we designed them to.
Everybody had one.
It became a game to us. A quick over the air update and they were battle ready. The shock and total awe on the faces of the enemy hordes ,angel and demon alike, priceless...
Nine billion people in the world.
Everybody had one. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | Everybody had one.
Yellow ones , green ones, little pink ones with bows ,and they did everything for us..after all we designed them to.
Everybody had one.
It became a game to us. A quick over the air update and they were battle ready. The shock and total awe on the faces of the enemy hordes ,angel and demon alike, priceless...
Nine billion people in the world.
Everybody had one. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
| When hell and heaven came to us to decide who would be the victor, we had transended to a technological plane, where our minds had already been drafted into the the largest neural network ever. Our bodies were projection of us, they work and played like normal humans but we didn't die, we simply aged and digressed back to a younger phase. They fought for us, us immortals. Those beings that could fight without fear of death because we could just make more disposable bodies that the angels and demons fought against. Thanks to them opening the gate of heaven and hell we have now transended further than ever before. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
| When hell and heaven came to us to decide who would be the victor, we had transended to a technological plane, where our minds had already been drafted into the the largest neural network ever. Our bodies were projection of us, they work and played like normal humans but we didn't die, we simply aged and digressed back to a younger phase. They fought for us, us immortals. Those beings that could fight without fear of death because we could just make more disposable bodies that the angels and demons fought against. Thanks to them opening the gate of heaven and hell we have now transended further than ever before. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | He clutched his brother's collar tightly,the soldiers muttered eagerly. "You better keep hold of that list." He whispered flatly,eyeing the others discreetly. Then,in a silent moment a bulky women's sandals were heard jogging through the pavement away from the safe line of dispersed infantry, artillery and a lone mud splattered tank. She held her hands defensively towards them as she continued backwards.
"Stop,please. We have nothing to fear, I believe God is just.God is just!" She kept repeating even after doubtful soldiers angled their weapons towards a lone figure running towards them,an angel. A muscled man with the features of a greek youth and torn wing hurried fiercely. A furious pounding of leather and a useless shield with a glinting sword in hand approached ever more skillfully as the woman sensing the soldier's worries attempted to shield the darting angel from their bullets,each step closer and closer. The warning noise of the charged guns was heard and a few protesting shouts. The woman turned towards the approaching angel straightening her white t-shirt and gripping her rosary and despite the rising tensions brought a smile to her face welcoming the angel who's muscled contracted in a desperate stampede.
"God is good"She quickly clarified, " I welcome you ,my name is-" but she was cut short as the angel's sword mercilessly met her neck in an unceasing swoop ,not looking back as he galloped towards the small battalion. A few gasped. Dylan's hand fell from his brother and in a noiseless stream of bullets followed. The women's body fell forward. Her almost completely severed head a delicate meeting with the pavement ensuing a red stream. Out of focus, the culprit was chocked into bullets,his teeth clenched,one last clench of his sword and he fell irrevocably on the pieces of him that remained. No one spoke. No one wanted to, no one needed to. Within the troops, two women whimpered and munched themselves towards what was later revealed to be their 30-year old sister. The blond one with one shoe wanted to grasp a part of her sister yet she couldn't bring herself to touch her through trembling fingers. The older one and larger one,flipped her roughly but unintentionally,held her limp hand to her cheek in a stream of tears. A few soldiers starting walking slowly towards them whispering amongst themselves in order to take care of the body.The petite sister stood up in her bloodied dress and in an unfitting voice screamed at them. "No!No! God is just." She echoed her dead sister as she glanced at the angel being scraped off the dirt by other volunteers then her other sister silently crying. "God is just!" She kept bawling, trying to tumble the approaching men.Her shouts resonated with assurance and through the tearing of her throat each seemed to transform into a question.It was impossible to tear the eyes away,even when one wanted to.
"We should keep moving" Dylan began half-heartedly as his brother wordlessly removed his clerical collar. Dylan knew Aaron well enough to know that he did not once discard his collar out of questioning his religious convictions, but out of an egocentric motive he had yet to understand. | When hell and heaven came to us to decide who would be the victor, we had transended to a technological plane, where our minds had already been drafted into the the largest neural network ever. Our bodies were projection of us, they work and played like normal humans but we didn't die, we simply aged and digressed back to a younger phase. They fought for us, us immortals. Those beings that could fight without fear of death because we could just make more disposable bodies that the angels and demons fought against. Thanks to them opening the gate of heaven and hell we have now transended further than ever before. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" | When hell and heaven came to us to decide who would be the victor, we had transended to a technological plane, where our minds had already been drafted into the the largest neural network ever. Our bodies were projection of us, they work and played like normal humans but we didn't die, we simply aged and digressed back to a younger phase. They fought for us, us immortals. Those beings that could fight without fear of death because we could just make more disposable bodies that the angels and demons fought against. Thanks to them opening the gate of heaven and hell we have now transended further than ever before. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | When hell and heaven came to us to decide who would be the victor, we had transended to a technological plane, where our minds had already been drafted into the the largest neural network ever. Our bodies were projection of us, they work and played like normal humans but we didn't die, we simply aged and digressed back to a younger phase. They fought for us, us immortals. Those beings that could fight without fear of death because we could just make more disposable bodies that the angels and demons fought against. Thanks to them opening the gate of heaven and hell we have now transended further than ever before. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | When hell and heaven came to us to decide who would be the victor, we had transended to a technological plane, where our minds had already been drafted into the the largest neural network ever. Our bodies were projection of us, they work and played like normal humans but we didn't die, we simply aged and digressed back to a younger phase. They fought for us, us immortals. Those beings that could fight without fear of death because we could just make more disposable bodies that the angels and demons fought against. Thanks to them opening the gate of heaven and hell we have now transended further than ever before. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
| "It's not going to work."
His second in command sat down on the bench next to the old General with the long grey beard. "We're outmatched. We've waited too long and we're far outnumbered now and I'm not even sure they're worth saving."
The General removed the field glasses from his eyes and smiled to himself.
"You must have faith my son. It will be as it has been written."
"But Gen---Dad, you underestimate their weapons. No longer are they obsessed with slings, stones, swords and arrows. They have guns, missiles and nuclear warheads. We're horribly outgunned. We haven't a chance. And they no longer *believe*."
"Have *you* lost your faith Jesus?"
"No, Lord."
"Go then. Prepare our forces for it is time. Deliverance is near and we must make ready."
"Yes Lord."
He walked off shaking his head, it was a hopeless fight, clearly his father had to see that. He walked away and disappeared into the bright sunlight. In the distance a trumpet sounded and the sky started to darken.
The old General stood from the bench and once again put the field glasses to His eyes. In the distance He saw the wings of angels flapping slowly as His forces began to descend. It was the End of Days and He couldn't wait to taste to acrid stench of war.
He closed his eyes and opened them in the center of the city. 100 meters ahead of Him lay a ugly scar in the earth the size of three city blocks. The silhouettes of thousands were outlined by smokey red haze as they emerged from Hell itself. His angels landed behind Him and His son walked up to His right hand side. David stood with Him on his left. The angel Gabriel stood at the head of his army of angels, feet not quite touching the ground as he was held aloft by his massive wings.
"Lord, all is ready."
God nodded. The forces of Hell gathered and they both eyed each other across the expanse. Each waiting on the other to make the first move. As God was about to give the oder a line of green vehicles rolled to a stop between them.
"Attention unknown individuals. You are under arrest for terrorism, attempted terrorism, suspicion of terrorism and other violations of Homeland Security. Please lay down your weapons and surrender."
The message repeated again and God looked at them bemused. He'd come to free *them* and save *their* souls and and still they couldn't put aside their arrogance to be thankful to Him. That free will thing turned out to be much more trouble than He thought at the time.
He ignored them and waved to His forces for them to start the advance.
The vehicles opened fired and a company of angels were peppered with automatic gun fire. The bullets slid effortlessly from their Holy armor.
He balled His hand into a fist and His advance stopped, clearly annoyed now.
The voice was back again "I repeat lay down your weapons and surrender to us and no one will be hurt."
God looked from the company of tanks to the demons of Hell and back again. He nodded to Jesus and Jesus spoke.
"My Father offers all eternal life who seek Him through me. Lay down your arms and accept me into your heart that your sins be forgiven and you may have eternal life."
The army commander laughed over the loud speaker.
"I think that's a no, Lord."
"Very well then. Never let it be said that I didn't offer. " He muttered several words to himself and a blinding white light overtook Him. His entire appearance changed and He became Yahweh, The God of War. Yahweh drew his sword and it burned with an unnatural fire. Gabriel sounded his trumpet as the Lord stepped forward, towards the army and towards Hell itself.
The buildings trembled with the sound and fury of the coming of the Lord. The soldiers all fled before Him as thousands had done before, thousands of years before. Yahweh took a second to revel in the sensation. It had been eons since He'd donned this form. Since He'd held his sword aloft. Since He'd tasted the bitter air of battle and He'd missed it.
He looked back at Jesus, fire dancing excitedly in His eyes, raised His arm high in the air and shouted "My will be done" as He and the angels descended upon the dark horde.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
| "It's not going to work."
His second in command sat down on the bench next to the old General with the long grey beard. "We're outmatched. We've waited too long and we're far outnumbered now and I'm not even sure they're worth saving."
The General removed the field glasses from his eyes and smiled to himself.
"You must have faith my son. It will be as it has been written."
"But Gen---Dad, you underestimate their weapons. No longer are they obsessed with slings, stones, swords and arrows. They have guns, missiles and nuclear warheads. We're horribly outgunned. We haven't a chance. And they no longer *believe*."
"Have *you* lost your faith Jesus?"
"No, Lord."
"Go then. Prepare our forces for it is time. Deliverance is near and we must make ready."
"Yes Lord."
He walked off shaking his head, it was a hopeless fight, clearly his father had to see that. He walked away and disappeared into the bright sunlight. In the distance a trumpet sounded and the sky started to darken.
The old General stood from the bench and once again put the field glasses to His eyes. In the distance He saw the wings of angels flapping slowly as His forces began to descend. It was the End of Days and He couldn't wait to taste to acrid stench of war.
He closed his eyes and opened them in the center of the city. 100 meters ahead of Him lay a ugly scar in the earth the size of three city blocks. The silhouettes of thousands were outlined by smokey red haze as they emerged from Hell itself. His angels landed behind Him and His son walked up to His right hand side. David stood with Him on his left. The angel Gabriel stood at the head of his army of angels, feet not quite touching the ground as he was held aloft by his massive wings.
"Lord, all is ready."
God nodded. The forces of Hell gathered and they both eyed each other across the expanse. Each waiting on the other to make the first move. As God was about to give the oder a line of green vehicles rolled to a stop between them.
"Attention unknown individuals. You are under arrest for terrorism, attempted terrorism, suspicion of terrorism and other violations of Homeland Security. Please lay down your weapons and surrender."
The message repeated again and God looked at them bemused. He'd come to free *them* and save *their* souls and and still they couldn't put aside their arrogance to be thankful to Him. That free will thing turned out to be much more trouble than He thought at the time.
He ignored them and waved to His forces for them to start the advance.
The vehicles opened fired and a company of angels were peppered with automatic gun fire. The bullets slid effortlessly from their Holy armor.
He balled His hand into a fist and His advance stopped, clearly annoyed now.
The voice was back again "I repeat lay down your weapons and surrender to us and no one will be hurt."
God looked from the company of tanks to the demons of Hell and back again. He nodded to Jesus and Jesus spoke.
"My Father offers all eternal life who seek Him through me. Lay down your arms and accept me into your heart that your sins be forgiven and you may have eternal life."
The army commander laughed over the loud speaker.
"I think that's a no, Lord."
"Very well then. Never let it be said that I didn't offer. " He muttered several words to himself and a blinding white light overtook Him. His entire appearance changed and He became Yahweh, The God of War. Yahweh drew his sword and it burned with an unnatural fire. Gabriel sounded his trumpet as the Lord stepped forward, towards the army and towards Hell itself.
The buildings trembled with the sound and fury of the coming of the Lord. The soldiers all fled before Him as thousands had done before, thousands of years before. Yahweh took a second to revel in the sensation. It had been eons since He'd donned this form. Since He'd held his sword aloft. Since He'd tasted the bitter air of battle and He'd missed it.
He looked back at Jesus, fire dancing excitedly in His eyes, raised His arm high in the air and shouted "My will be done" as He and the angels descended upon the dark horde.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | He clutched his brother's collar tightly,the soldiers muttered eagerly. "You better keep hold of that list." He whispered flatly,eyeing the others discreetly. Then,in a silent moment a bulky women's sandals were heard jogging through the pavement away from the safe line of dispersed infantry, artillery and a lone mud splattered tank. She held her hands defensively towards them as she continued backwards.
"Stop,please. We have nothing to fear, I believe God is just.God is just!" She kept repeating even after doubtful soldiers angled their weapons towards a lone figure running towards them,an angel. A muscled man with the features of a greek youth and torn wing hurried fiercely. A furious pounding of leather and a useless shield with a glinting sword in hand approached ever more skillfully as the woman sensing the soldier's worries attempted to shield the darting angel from their bullets,each step closer and closer. The warning noise of the charged guns was heard and a few protesting shouts. The woman turned towards the approaching angel straightening her white t-shirt and gripping her rosary and despite the rising tensions brought a smile to her face welcoming the angel who's muscled contracted in a desperate stampede.
"God is good"She quickly clarified, " I welcome you ,my name is-" but she was cut short as the angel's sword mercilessly met her neck in an unceasing swoop ,not looking back as he galloped towards the small battalion. A few gasped. Dylan's hand fell from his brother and in a noiseless stream of bullets followed. The women's body fell forward. Her almost completely severed head a delicate meeting with the pavement ensuing a red stream. Out of focus, the culprit was chocked into bullets,his teeth clenched,one last clench of his sword and he fell irrevocably on the pieces of him that remained. No one spoke. No one wanted to, no one needed to. Within the troops, two women whimpered and munched themselves towards what was later revealed to be their 30-year old sister. The blond one with one shoe wanted to grasp a part of her sister yet she couldn't bring herself to touch her through trembling fingers. The older one and larger one,flipped her roughly but unintentionally,held her limp hand to her cheek in a stream of tears. A few soldiers starting walking slowly towards them whispering amongst themselves in order to take care of the body.The petite sister stood up in her bloodied dress and in an unfitting voice screamed at them. "No!No! God is just." She echoed her dead sister as she glanced at the angel being scraped off the dirt by other volunteers then her other sister silently crying. "God is just!" She kept bawling, trying to tumble the approaching men.Her shouts resonated with assurance and through the tearing of her throat each seemed to transform into a question.It was impossible to tear the eyes away,even when one wanted to.
"We should keep moving" Dylan began half-heartedly as his brother wordlessly removed his clerical collar. Dylan knew Aaron well enough to know that he did not once discard his collar out of questioning his religious convictions, but out of an egocentric motive he had yet to understand. | "It's not going to work."
His second in command sat down on the bench next to the old General with the long grey beard. "We're outmatched. We've waited too long and we're far outnumbered now and I'm not even sure they're worth saving."
The General removed the field glasses from his eyes and smiled to himself.
"You must have faith my son. It will be as it has been written."
"But Gen---Dad, you underestimate their weapons. No longer are they obsessed with slings, stones, swords and arrows. They have guns, missiles and nuclear warheads. We're horribly outgunned. We haven't a chance. And they no longer *believe*."
"Have *you* lost your faith Jesus?"
"No, Lord."
"Go then. Prepare our forces for it is time. Deliverance is near and we must make ready."
"Yes Lord."
He walked off shaking his head, it was a hopeless fight, clearly his father had to see that. He walked away and disappeared into the bright sunlight. In the distance a trumpet sounded and the sky started to darken.
The old General stood from the bench and once again put the field glasses to His eyes. In the distance He saw the wings of angels flapping slowly as His forces began to descend. It was the End of Days and He couldn't wait to taste to acrid stench of war.
He closed his eyes and opened them in the center of the city. 100 meters ahead of Him lay a ugly scar in the earth the size of three city blocks. The silhouettes of thousands were outlined by smokey red haze as they emerged from Hell itself. His angels landed behind Him and His son walked up to His right hand side. David stood with Him on his left. The angel Gabriel stood at the head of his army of angels, feet not quite touching the ground as he was held aloft by his massive wings.
"Lord, all is ready."
God nodded. The forces of Hell gathered and they both eyed each other across the expanse. Each waiting on the other to make the first move. As God was about to give the oder a line of green vehicles rolled to a stop between them.
"Attention unknown individuals. You are under arrest for terrorism, attempted terrorism, suspicion of terrorism and other violations of Homeland Security. Please lay down your weapons and surrender."
The message repeated again and God looked at them bemused. He'd come to free *them* and save *their* souls and and still they couldn't put aside their arrogance to be thankful to Him. That free will thing turned out to be much more trouble than He thought at the time.
He ignored them and waved to His forces for them to start the advance.
The vehicles opened fired and a company of angels were peppered with automatic gun fire. The bullets slid effortlessly from their Holy armor.
He balled His hand into a fist and His advance stopped, clearly annoyed now.
The voice was back again "I repeat lay down your weapons and surrender to us and no one will be hurt."
God looked from the company of tanks to the demons of Hell and back again. He nodded to Jesus and Jesus spoke.
"My Father offers all eternal life who seek Him through me. Lay down your arms and accept me into your heart that your sins be forgiven and you may have eternal life."
The army commander laughed over the loud speaker.
"I think that's a no, Lord."
"Very well then. Never let it be said that I didn't offer. " He muttered several words to himself and a blinding white light overtook Him. His entire appearance changed and He became Yahweh, The God of War. Yahweh drew his sword and it burned with an unnatural fire. Gabriel sounded his trumpet as the Lord stepped forward, towards the army and towards Hell itself.
The buildings trembled with the sound and fury of the coming of the Lord. The soldiers all fled before Him as thousands had done before, thousands of years before. Yahweh took a second to revel in the sensation. It had been eons since He'd donned this form. Since He'd held his sword aloft. Since He'd tasted the bitter air of battle and He'd missed it.
He looked back at Jesus, fire dancing excitedly in His eyes, raised His arm high in the air and shouted "My will be done" as He and the angels descended upon the dark horde.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" | "It's not going to work."
His second in command sat down on the bench next to the old General with the long grey beard. "We're outmatched. We've waited too long and we're far outnumbered now and I'm not even sure they're worth saving."
The General removed the field glasses from his eyes and smiled to himself.
"You must have faith my son. It will be as it has been written."
"But Gen---Dad, you underestimate their weapons. No longer are they obsessed with slings, stones, swords and arrows. They have guns, missiles and nuclear warheads. We're horribly outgunned. We haven't a chance. And they no longer *believe*."
"Have *you* lost your faith Jesus?"
"No, Lord."
"Go then. Prepare our forces for it is time. Deliverance is near and we must make ready."
"Yes Lord."
He walked off shaking his head, it was a hopeless fight, clearly his father had to see that. He walked away and disappeared into the bright sunlight. In the distance a trumpet sounded and the sky started to darken.
The old General stood from the bench and once again put the field glasses to His eyes. In the distance He saw the wings of angels flapping slowly as His forces began to descend. It was the End of Days and He couldn't wait to taste to acrid stench of war.
He closed his eyes and opened them in the center of the city. 100 meters ahead of Him lay a ugly scar in the earth the size of three city blocks. The silhouettes of thousands were outlined by smokey red haze as they emerged from Hell itself. His angels landed behind Him and His son walked up to His right hand side. David stood with Him on his left. The angel Gabriel stood at the head of his army of angels, feet not quite touching the ground as he was held aloft by his massive wings.
"Lord, all is ready."
God nodded. The forces of Hell gathered and they both eyed each other across the expanse. Each waiting on the other to make the first move. As God was about to give the oder a line of green vehicles rolled to a stop between them.
"Attention unknown individuals. You are under arrest for terrorism, attempted terrorism, suspicion of terrorism and other violations of Homeland Security. Please lay down your weapons and surrender."
The message repeated again and God looked at them bemused. He'd come to free *them* and save *their* souls and and still they couldn't put aside their arrogance to be thankful to Him. That free will thing turned out to be much more trouble than He thought at the time.
He ignored them and waved to His forces for them to start the advance.
The vehicles opened fired and a company of angels were peppered with automatic gun fire. The bullets slid effortlessly from their Holy armor.
He balled His hand into a fist and His advance stopped, clearly annoyed now.
The voice was back again "I repeat lay down your weapons and surrender to us and no one will be hurt."
God looked from the company of tanks to the demons of Hell and back again. He nodded to Jesus and Jesus spoke.
"My Father offers all eternal life who seek Him through me. Lay down your arms and accept me into your heart that your sins be forgiven and you may have eternal life."
The army commander laughed over the loud speaker.
"I think that's a no, Lord."
"Very well then. Never let it be said that I didn't offer. " He muttered several words to himself and a blinding white light overtook Him. His entire appearance changed and He became Yahweh, The God of War. Yahweh drew his sword and it burned with an unnatural fire. Gabriel sounded his trumpet as the Lord stepped forward, towards the army and towards Hell itself.
The buildings trembled with the sound and fury of the coming of the Lord. The soldiers all fled before Him as thousands had done before, thousands of years before. Yahweh took a second to revel in the sensation. It had been eons since He'd donned this form. Since He'd held his sword aloft. Since He'd tasted the bitter air of battle and He'd missed it.
He looked back at Jesus, fire dancing excitedly in His eyes, raised His arm high in the air and shouted "My will be done" as He and the angels descended upon the dark horde.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | "It's not going to work."
His second in command sat down on the bench next to the old General with the long grey beard. "We're outmatched. We've waited too long and we're far outnumbered now and I'm not even sure they're worth saving."
The General removed the field glasses from his eyes and smiled to himself.
"You must have faith my son. It will be as it has been written."
"But Gen---Dad, you underestimate their weapons. No longer are they obsessed with slings, stones, swords and arrows. They have guns, missiles and nuclear warheads. We're horribly outgunned. We haven't a chance. And they no longer *believe*."
"Have *you* lost your faith Jesus?"
"No, Lord."
"Go then. Prepare our forces for it is time. Deliverance is near and we must make ready."
"Yes Lord."
He walked off shaking his head, it was a hopeless fight, clearly his father had to see that. He walked away and disappeared into the bright sunlight. In the distance a trumpet sounded and the sky started to darken.
The old General stood from the bench and once again put the field glasses to His eyes. In the distance He saw the wings of angels flapping slowly as His forces began to descend. It was the End of Days and He couldn't wait to taste to acrid stench of war.
He closed his eyes and opened them in the center of the city. 100 meters ahead of Him lay a ugly scar in the earth the size of three city blocks. The silhouettes of thousands were outlined by smokey red haze as they emerged from Hell itself. His angels landed behind Him and His son walked up to His right hand side. David stood with Him on his left. The angel Gabriel stood at the head of his army of angels, feet not quite touching the ground as he was held aloft by his massive wings.
"Lord, all is ready."
God nodded. The forces of Hell gathered and they both eyed each other across the expanse. Each waiting on the other to make the first move. As God was about to give the oder a line of green vehicles rolled to a stop between them.
"Attention unknown individuals. You are under arrest for terrorism, attempted terrorism, suspicion of terrorism and other violations of Homeland Security. Please lay down your weapons and surrender."
The message repeated again and God looked at them bemused. He'd come to free *them* and save *their* souls and and still they couldn't put aside their arrogance to be thankful to Him. That free will thing turned out to be much more trouble than He thought at the time.
He ignored them and waved to His forces for them to start the advance.
The vehicles opened fired and a company of angels were peppered with automatic gun fire. The bullets slid effortlessly from their Holy armor.
He balled His hand into a fist and His advance stopped, clearly annoyed now.
The voice was back again "I repeat lay down your weapons and surrender to us and no one will be hurt."
God looked from the company of tanks to the demons of Hell and back again. He nodded to Jesus and Jesus spoke.
"My Father offers all eternal life who seek Him through me. Lay down your arms and accept me into your heart that your sins be forgiven and you may have eternal life."
The army commander laughed over the loud speaker.
"I think that's a no, Lord."
"Very well then. Never let it be said that I didn't offer. " He muttered several words to himself and a blinding white light overtook Him. His entire appearance changed and He became Yahweh, The God of War. Yahweh drew his sword and it burned with an unnatural fire. Gabriel sounded his trumpet as the Lord stepped forward, towards the army and towards Hell itself.
The buildings trembled with the sound and fury of the coming of the Lord. The soldiers all fled before Him as thousands had done before, thousands of years before. Yahweh took a second to revel in the sensation. It had been eons since He'd donned this form. Since He'd held his sword aloft. Since He'd tasted the bitter air of battle and He'd missed it.
He looked back at Jesus, fire dancing excitedly in His eyes, raised His arm high in the air and shouted "My will be done" as He and the angels descended upon the dark horde.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | "It's not going to work."
His second in command sat down on the bench next to the old General with the long grey beard. "We're outmatched. We've waited too long and we're far outnumbered now and I'm not even sure they're worth saving."
The General removed the field glasses from his eyes and smiled to himself.
"You must have faith my son. It will be as it has been written."
"But Gen---Dad, you underestimate their weapons. No longer are they obsessed with slings, stones, swords and arrows. They have guns, missiles and nuclear warheads. We're horribly outgunned. We haven't a chance. And they no longer *believe*."
"Have *you* lost your faith Jesus?"
"No, Lord."
"Go then. Prepare our forces for it is time. Deliverance is near and we must make ready."
"Yes Lord."
He walked off shaking his head, it was a hopeless fight, clearly his father had to see that. He walked away and disappeared into the bright sunlight. In the distance a trumpet sounded and the sky started to darken.
The old General stood from the bench and once again put the field glasses to His eyes. In the distance He saw the wings of angels flapping slowly as His forces began to descend. It was the End of Days and He couldn't wait to taste to acrid stench of war.
He closed his eyes and opened them in the center of the city. 100 meters ahead of Him lay a ugly scar in the earth the size of three city blocks. The silhouettes of thousands were outlined by smokey red haze as they emerged from Hell itself. His angels landed behind Him and His son walked up to His right hand side. David stood with Him on his left. The angel Gabriel stood at the head of his army of angels, feet not quite touching the ground as he was held aloft by his massive wings.
"Lord, all is ready."
God nodded. The forces of Hell gathered and they both eyed each other across the expanse. Each waiting on the other to make the first move. As God was about to give the oder a line of green vehicles rolled to a stop between them.
"Attention unknown individuals. You are under arrest for terrorism, attempted terrorism, suspicion of terrorism and other violations of Homeland Security. Please lay down your weapons and surrender."
The message repeated again and God looked at them bemused. He'd come to free *them* and save *their* souls and and still they couldn't put aside their arrogance to be thankful to Him. That free will thing turned out to be much more trouble than He thought at the time.
He ignored them and waved to His forces for them to start the advance.
The vehicles opened fired and a company of angels were peppered with automatic gun fire. The bullets slid effortlessly from their Holy armor.
He balled His hand into a fist and His advance stopped, clearly annoyed now.
The voice was back again "I repeat lay down your weapons and surrender to us and no one will be hurt."
God looked from the company of tanks to the demons of Hell and back again. He nodded to Jesus and Jesus spoke.
"My Father offers all eternal life who seek Him through me. Lay down your arms and accept me into your heart that your sins be forgiven and you may have eternal life."
The army commander laughed over the loud speaker.
"I think that's a no, Lord."
"Very well then. Never let it be said that I didn't offer. " He muttered several words to himself and a blinding white light overtook Him. His entire appearance changed and He became Yahweh, The God of War. Yahweh drew his sword and it burned with an unnatural fire. Gabriel sounded his trumpet as the Lord stepped forward, towards the army and towards Hell itself.
The buildings trembled with the sound and fury of the coming of the Lord. The soldiers all fled before Him as thousands had done before, thousands of years before. Yahweh took a second to revel in the sensation. It had been eons since He'd donned this form. Since He'd held his sword aloft. Since He'd tasted the bitter air of battle and He'd missed it.
He looked back at Jesus, fire dancing excitedly in His eyes, raised His arm high in the air and shouted "My will be done" as He and the angels descended upon the dark horde.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
| It was a surprise. It started with a few earthquakes then there where big gaping holes with the sound that only hell could make. That was the first hint of what was happening.
Then there where storms from the sky that could have been only formed by gods... or a god.
It was weird what happened after that, the news had plenty to talk about and that was before thing started coming out of the sky and ground. When this happened, well lets say that we have come along way from using swords and bows. The night sky was lit up with different colors depending where you looked. In the sky there where flashes of white as angels came out of the sky however if you looked down at the ground you could see flashes of yellow as soldiers unloaded their clips into whatever demo or angels they could see.
I was one of these soldiers in Australia defending Sydney and lets say shooting demons and whatever monstrosities came out of those pits of hell was like target practice. They where ugly and I don't like ugly.
But while it was easy shooting the ugly it was painful to shoot angels. They where beautiful and the people who didn't want to shoot them captured them and sold them. However as a soldier you were not allowed to do that for obvious reasons.
Me and my squad sat on the roof of a building with whatever weaponry we could get our hands on. We had rocket launchers .50 cal machine gun and rifles. I was outside on patrol, the fight between these two forces has been going on for about two weeks and from what we have learn't the two forces didn't come to wipe us out but to try and wipe the opposing force out. However it seems that we where though of a nuisance and lets just say that we where caught between the middle.
Anyway that is not the point I'm hear to tell you my story in which I will continue on where I left of. As I was walking around to see if there was anything happening I noticed a sack, so I investigated and found the most beautiful creature I have every seen. It was an angel and she was dressed in a cloth which covered her whole body. She was bleeding from her stomach with a nice, big hole. I checked for vitals and found she was still breathing and called for our squad medic. Well then she came back to us and flipped the fuck out.
CURRENT: She has calmed down apparently only to me, she told me her name and asked to be set free however that would be disobeying orders also I just didn't want to see her leave, for she was truly beautiful and I wanted to be with her. However it seems that she did not like the idea of being kept captive which only made me sad. I hate that she was on a whole entirely different level of godly. But we are being extracted soon so maybe something will happen between us, because this is the only good thing that has happened with this war. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
| It was a surprise. It started with a few earthquakes then there where big gaping holes with the sound that only hell could make. That was the first hint of what was happening.
Then there where storms from the sky that could have been only formed by gods... or a god.
It was weird what happened after that, the news had plenty to talk about and that was before thing started coming out of the sky and ground. When this happened, well lets say that we have come along way from using swords and bows. The night sky was lit up with different colors depending where you looked. In the sky there where flashes of white as angels came out of the sky however if you looked down at the ground you could see flashes of yellow as soldiers unloaded their clips into whatever demo or angels they could see.
I was one of these soldiers in Australia defending Sydney and lets say shooting demons and whatever monstrosities came out of those pits of hell was like target practice. They where ugly and I don't like ugly.
But while it was easy shooting the ugly it was painful to shoot angels. They where beautiful and the people who didn't want to shoot them captured them and sold them. However as a soldier you were not allowed to do that for obvious reasons.
Me and my squad sat on the roof of a building with whatever weaponry we could get our hands on. We had rocket launchers .50 cal machine gun and rifles. I was outside on patrol, the fight between these two forces has been going on for about two weeks and from what we have learn't the two forces didn't come to wipe us out but to try and wipe the opposing force out. However it seems that we where though of a nuisance and lets just say that we where caught between the middle.
Anyway that is not the point I'm hear to tell you my story in which I will continue on where I left of. As I was walking around to see if there was anything happening I noticed a sack, so I investigated and found the most beautiful creature I have every seen. It was an angel and she was dressed in a cloth which covered her whole body. She was bleeding from her stomach with a nice, big hole. I checked for vitals and found she was still breathing and called for our squad medic. Well then she came back to us and flipped the fuck out.
CURRENT: She has calmed down apparently only to me, she told me her name and asked to be set free however that would be disobeying orders also I just didn't want to see her leave, for she was truly beautiful and I wanted to be with her. However it seems that she did not like the idea of being kept captive which only made me sad. I hate that she was on a whole entirely different level of godly. But we are being extracted soon so maybe something will happen between us, because this is the only good thing that has happened with this war. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | He clutched his brother's collar tightly,the soldiers muttered eagerly. "You better keep hold of that list." He whispered flatly,eyeing the others discreetly. Then,in a silent moment a bulky women's sandals were heard jogging through the pavement away from the safe line of dispersed infantry, artillery and a lone mud splattered tank. She held her hands defensively towards them as she continued backwards.
"Stop,please. We have nothing to fear, I believe God is just.God is just!" She kept repeating even after doubtful soldiers angled their weapons towards a lone figure running towards them,an angel. A muscled man with the features of a greek youth and torn wing hurried fiercely. A furious pounding of leather and a useless shield with a glinting sword in hand approached ever more skillfully as the woman sensing the soldier's worries attempted to shield the darting angel from their bullets,each step closer and closer. The warning noise of the charged guns was heard and a few protesting shouts. The woman turned towards the approaching angel straightening her white t-shirt and gripping her rosary and despite the rising tensions brought a smile to her face welcoming the angel who's muscled contracted in a desperate stampede.
"God is good"She quickly clarified, " I welcome you ,my name is-" but she was cut short as the angel's sword mercilessly met her neck in an unceasing swoop ,not looking back as he galloped towards the small battalion. A few gasped. Dylan's hand fell from his brother and in a noiseless stream of bullets followed. The women's body fell forward. Her almost completely severed head a delicate meeting with the pavement ensuing a red stream. Out of focus, the culprit was chocked into bullets,his teeth clenched,one last clench of his sword and he fell irrevocably on the pieces of him that remained. No one spoke. No one wanted to, no one needed to. Within the troops, two women whimpered and munched themselves towards what was later revealed to be their 30-year old sister. The blond one with one shoe wanted to grasp a part of her sister yet she couldn't bring herself to touch her through trembling fingers. The older one and larger one,flipped her roughly but unintentionally,held her limp hand to her cheek in a stream of tears. A few soldiers starting walking slowly towards them whispering amongst themselves in order to take care of the body.The petite sister stood up in her bloodied dress and in an unfitting voice screamed at them. "No!No! God is just." She echoed her dead sister as she glanced at the angel being scraped off the dirt by other volunteers then her other sister silently crying. "God is just!" She kept bawling, trying to tumble the approaching men.Her shouts resonated with assurance and through the tearing of her throat each seemed to transform into a question.It was impossible to tear the eyes away,even when one wanted to.
"We should keep moving" Dylan began half-heartedly as his brother wordlessly removed his clerical collar. Dylan knew Aaron well enough to know that he did not once discard his collar out of questioning his religious convictions, but out of an egocentric motive he had yet to understand. | It was a surprise. It started with a few earthquakes then there where big gaping holes with the sound that only hell could make. That was the first hint of what was happening.
Then there where storms from the sky that could have been only formed by gods... or a god.
It was weird what happened after that, the news had plenty to talk about and that was before thing started coming out of the sky and ground. When this happened, well lets say that we have come along way from using swords and bows. The night sky was lit up with different colors depending where you looked. In the sky there where flashes of white as angels came out of the sky however if you looked down at the ground you could see flashes of yellow as soldiers unloaded their clips into whatever demo or angels they could see.
I was one of these soldiers in Australia defending Sydney and lets say shooting demons and whatever monstrosities came out of those pits of hell was like target practice. They where ugly and I don't like ugly.
But while it was easy shooting the ugly it was painful to shoot angels. They where beautiful and the people who didn't want to shoot them captured them and sold them. However as a soldier you were not allowed to do that for obvious reasons.
Me and my squad sat on the roof of a building with whatever weaponry we could get our hands on. We had rocket launchers .50 cal machine gun and rifles. I was outside on patrol, the fight between these two forces has been going on for about two weeks and from what we have learn't the two forces didn't come to wipe us out but to try and wipe the opposing force out. However it seems that we where though of a nuisance and lets just say that we where caught between the middle.
Anyway that is not the point I'm hear to tell you my story in which I will continue on where I left of. As I was walking around to see if there was anything happening I noticed a sack, so I investigated and found the most beautiful creature I have every seen. It was an angel and she was dressed in a cloth which covered her whole body. She was bleeding from her stomach with a nice, big hole. I checked for vitals and found she was still breathing and called for our squad medic. Well then she came back to us and flipped the fuck out.
CURRENT: She has calmed down apparently only to me, she told me her name and asked to be set free however that would be disobeying orders also I just didn't want to see her leave, for she was truly beautiful and I wanted to be with her. However it seems that she did not like the idea of being kept captive which only made me sad. I hate that she was on a whole entirely different level of godly. But we are being extracted soon so maybe something will happen between us, because this is the only good thing that has happened with this war. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | It was a surprise. It started with a few earthquakes then there where big gaping holes with the sound that only hell could make. That was the first hint of what was happening.
Then there where storms from the sky that could have been only formed by gods... or a god.
It was weird what happened after that, the news had plenty to talk about and that was before thing started coming out of the sky and ground. When this happened, well lets say that we have come along way from using swords and bows. The night sky was lit up with different colors depending where you looked. In the sky there where flashes of white as angels came out of the sky however if you looked down at the ground you could see flashes of yellow as soldiers unloaded their clips into whatever demo or angels they could see.
I was one of these soldiers in Australia defending Sydney and lets say shooting demons and whatever monstrosities came out of those pits of hell was like target practice. They where ugly and I don't like ugly.
But while it was easy shooting the ugly it was painful to shoot angels. They where beautiful and the people who didn't want to shoot them captured them and sold them. However as a soldier you were not allowed to do that for obvious reasons.
Me and my squad sat on the roof of a building with whatever weaponry we could get our hands on. We had rocket launchers .50 cal machine gun and rifles. I was outside on patrol, the fight between these two forces has been going on for about two weeks and from what we have learn't the two forces didn't come to wipe us out but to try and wipe the opposing force out. However it seems that we where though of a nuisance and lets just say that we where caught between the middle.
Anyway that is not the point I'm hear to tell you my story in which I will continue on where I left of. As I was walking around to see if there was anything happening I noticed a sack, so I investigated and found the most beautiful creature I have every seen. It was an angel and she was dressed in a cloth which covered her whole body. She was bleeding from her stomach with a nice, big hole. I checked for vitals and found she was still breathing and called for our squad medic. Well then she came back to us and flipped the fuck out.
CURRENT: She has calmed down apparently only to me, she told me her name and asked to be set free however that would be disobeying orders also I just didn't want to see her leave, for she was truly beautiful and I wanted to be with her. However it seems that she did not like the idea of being kept captive which only made me sad. I hate that she was on a whole entirely different level of godly. But we are being extracted soon so maybe something will happen between us, because this is the only good thing that has happened with this war. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | It was a surprise. It started with a few earthquakes then there where big gaping holes with the sound that only hell could make. That was the first hint of what was happening.
Then there where storms from the sky that could have been only formed by gods... or a god.
It was weird what happened after that, the news had plenty to talk about and that was before thing started coming out of the sky and ground. When this happened, well lets say that we have come along way from using swords and bows. The night sky was lit up with different colors depending where you looked. In the sky there where flashes of white as angels came out of the sky however if you looked down at the ground you could see flashes of yellow as soldiers unloaded their clips into whatever demo or angels they could see.
I was one of these soldiers in Australia defending Sydney and lets say shooting demons and whatever monstrosities came out of those pits of hell was like target practice. They where ugly and I don't like ugly.
But while it was easy shooting the ugly it was painful to shoot angels. They where beautiful and the people who didn't want to shoot them captured them and sold them. However as a soldier you were not allowed to do that for obvious reasons.
Me and my squad sat on the roof of a building with whatever weaponry we could get our hands on. We had rocket launchers .50 cal machine gun and rifles. I was outside on patrol, the fight between these two forces has been going on for about two weeks and from what we have learn't the two forces didn't come to wipe us out but to try and wipe the opposing force out. However it seems that we where though of a nuisance and lets just say that we where caught between the middle.
Anyway that is not the point I'm hear to tell you my story in which I will continue on where I left of. As I was walking around to see if there was anything happening I noticed a sack, so I investigated and found the most beautiful creature I have every seen. It was an angel and she was dressed in a cloth which covered her whole body. She was bleeding from her stomach with a nice, big hole. I checked for vitals and found she was still breathing and called for our squad medic. Well then she came back to us and flipped the fuck out.
CURRENT: She has calmed down apparently only to me, she told me her name and asked to be set free however that would be disobeying orders also I just didn't want to see her leave, for she was truly beautiful and I wanted to be with her. However it seems that she did not like the idea of being kept captive which only made me sad. I hate that she was on a whole entirely different level of godly. But we are being extracted soon so maybe something will happen between us, because this is the only good thing that has happened with this war. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
| With the first barely audible crackling of energy in the heart of the city the sirens began to wail. They were the air raid sirens of old, warning the city to seek safety amongst the numerous bunkers that had been constructed in preparation for the wars of another time. They would suit the needs of the present just fine. As the crackling grew louder, sensors across the city focused on the nearly invisible energy field, analyzing it and calculating, feeding their output to consoles deep within the defense stations of this city and others. After a few moments the analysis computers spat out their conclusion with a confidence level of 68.0154%. The city began to slowly warm up its defensive systems, railgun capacitors charging, beam cannons underwent lazing tests, assault vehicles roared to life in their hidden bunkers as their turrets tracked around in test mode. All across the city, hidden drone launchers in buildings let loose a few drones, the devices buzzing their way to surround the growing anomaly. A few police units arrived to cordon off Central Park, in a few cases helping the last shambling figures off the street and to safety. The NYPD first responders had arrived on scene within 76 seconds of the initial warning.
As the power grew and the weapons systems of the city ran through their pre-battle checkups, the situation was streamed live towards city defense centers and army bases all across the United American League. Queries were sent overseas to the European Kingdom, the African Confederation, Eastern Protectorate, and the Korean Empire. Denials were immediately received, demands for further information forwarded to the appropriate directorates. The anomaly crackled powerfully and the unshielded electronics of the lights in the park began to flicker on and off as powerful subsonic vibrations began to rumble through the ground, rippling the water of the lake and sending some leaves to the ground in the chill fall air.
Across the country a deep hissing erupted forth from no discernible location in the air beneath the Gateway Arch of St Louis. Alarms burst into action, sending another exodus of stumbling masses towards the bunkers. Within the SkySeine Global Defense System the previous probability of the conclusion rose to 84.6279% with the incoming data. Across the Nation armed forces were put on alert for possible action items. Orders were sent out and then immediately countermanded and revised with additional instructions as two more anomalies crept up within the borders of the UAL, one in Mexico City, the other Rio de Janeiro. The probability now stood at a 99.9827% probability of an imminent invasion of the UAL territories. As a result the full armed forces of the nation began to swing into gear, clearing the skies of non-military traffic, canceling orbital shuttles. All as the great war machine began to lurch into full gear for the first time in recent memory. Hundred-thousand ton battle platforms lifted off on great repulser engines lumbering over the countryside at a meager hundred feet in altitude, nimble fighters and assault gunships took to the skies, orbital weapons platforms began expanding out radiators and beginning weapons checks in preparation for war.
Repeated queries were sent towards the other nations of the planet and denials were continuously forthcoming as data was exchanged back and forth accusingly. In response to the growing alarm of the UAL and the obviously threatening motions of its Earth bound and near-Earth orbital assets, the other nations of the Earth began to mobilize as well. Events were rapidly escalating worldwide, and only 362 seconds had passed since the first sign of danger.
Suddenly with a loud screeching, the four anomalies split open in an otherworldly shower of energy. The two dimensional planes of light and plasma burst into flame for a moment from the release of energy, knocking several dozen drones out of the sky at each location. But only seconds later dozens more dove through the gateways, streaming their data back for several seconds as they passed the oncoming horrors before falling silent. Microseconds later the firepower of all four cities began to unleash its terrible power on the mouths of the gateways. Particle beams and laser cannon firing iridescent annihilation into the cloud as railguns kept up a steady zapCRACK! The idling defense vehicles within the bowels of the city lurched into motion simultaneously. The smooth efficiency of the automated vehicles roaring out of their homes filled the streets with the howls of war.
For a full 3.6241 minutes it looked as though the cities defensive systems would hold against whatever unseen targets existed beyond the smoky veil of the portals. But not even these mighty defensive systems could keep this level of attack up for long. Even as the reactors of the cities burned with the heart of the stars themselves, the lazing equipment began to heat up, the particle barrels began to slag, the railgun capacitors could not charge at the current rates of usage. And so the onslaught of destructive capability began to slow. Railguns switched over to low-velocity high-rate-of-fire modes, particle cannons aimed at the sky and descended into their maintenance tubes as robotic arms began the processes of changing out the melting barrels, lasers slowed their rate of fire as great gouts of steam issued forth from their cooling units. Weapons systems still fired into the expanding smoke, but after 16.8239 seconds a scaled webbed foot the size of a semi-truck slammed out of the portal in New York City. And so the invasion began.
As the massive creature ponderously pulled itself into view, the various weapons systems of the city began targeting it. The NYPD valiantly opened fire with their cruiser mounted guns before quickly retargeting as an unfathomable hoard of beasts erupted forth around the legs of the behemoth. High velocity rounds zipped through the once peaceful park to strike their targets, often hitting several others in the process. Again it seemed like the tide had been stemmed when the cruiser mounted weaponry began to run low on ammunition. They had never been intended to hold off an invasion alone. Slowly amidst the screams of hatred and fury of the whip tailed cloven hoofed abominations, the guns of the NYPD began to fall silent. The steel gaze of the officers met their opponents and to a unit, every officer stood their ground and engaged in hand to hand combat with the attackers. But across all four cities, the same scene played out within seconds of each other. As the great beasts slowly lumbered out of the portals, heedless of damage, the police forces were quickly overrun and torn apart. The computer systems registered uncertainty to their superiors as none of the targets matched any known enemy and they seemed to be armed with primitive weapons in many cases. Tridents, spears, swords, and whips in the claws of what was tentatively identified as genetically engineered soldiers for New York and Mexico City. Bow and arrows, spears, and swords in the hands of humans wearing an unknown uniform of white robes and glowing rings for St. Louis and Rio de Janeiro.
This data was discarded as a ruse of some kind as the reinforcements from the assault vehicles finally began to arrive at the scenes of the portals. Their heavy guns and cannons began to tear into the raging masses, cutting through the temporarily stunned group like a plasma cutter through butter. With roar that shattered windows for blocks, the massive creature, tentatively identified as a 65,000 ton battle strider began to unleash what appeared to be particle beams from its forward section, what had been previously labeled as a possible cockpit. These beams made short work of the assault vehicles whenever the two met. The sheer mass of the battle striders were also quite capable of smashing the tanks, limited in maneuverability as they were by the detritus of combat that had already been spread around.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
| With the first barely audible crackling of energy in the heart of the city the sirens began to wail. They were the air raid sirens of old, warning the city to seek safety amongst the numerous bunkers that had been constructed in preparation for the wars of another time. They would suit the needs of the present just fine. As the crackling grew louder, sensors across the city focused on the nearly invisible energy field, analyzing it and calculating, feeding their output to consoles deep within the defense stations of this city and others. After a few moments the analysis computers spat out their conclusion with a confidence level of 68.0154%. The city began to slowly warm up its defensive systems, railgun capacitors charging, beam cannons underwent lazing tests, assault vehicles roared to life in their hidden bunkers as their turrets tracked around in test mode. All across the city, hidden drone launchers in buildings let loose a few drones, the devices buzzing their way to surround the growing anomaly. A few police units arrived to cordon off Central Park, in a few cases helping the last shambling figures off the street and to safety. The NYPD first responders had arrived on scene within 76 seconds of the initial warning.
As the power grew and the weapons systems of the city ran through their pre-battle checkups, the situation was streamed live towards city defense centers and army bases all across the United American League. Queries were sent overseas to the European Kingdom, the African Confederation, Eastern Protectorate, and the Korean Empire. Denials were immediately received, demands for further information forwarded to the appropriate directorates. The anomaly crackled powerfully and the unshielded electronics of the lights in the park began to flicker on and off as powerful subsonic vibrations began to rumble through the ground, rippling the water of the lake and sending some leaves to the ground in the chill fall air.
Across the country a deep hissing erupted forth from no discernible location in the air beneath the Gateway Arch of St Louis. Alarms burst into action, sending another exodus of stumbling masses towards the bunkers. Within the SkySeine Global Defense System the previous probability of the conclusion rose to 84.6279% with the incoming data. Across the Nation armed forces were put on alert for possible action items. Orders were sent out and then immediately countermanded and revised with additional instructions as two more anomalies crept up within the borders of the UAL, one in Mexico City, the other Rio de Janeiro. The probability now stood at a 99.9827% probability of an imminent invasion of the UAL territories. As a result the full armed forces of the nation began to swing into gear, clearing the skies of non-military traffic, canceling orbital shuttles. All as the great war machine began to lurch into full gear for the first time in recent memory. Hundred-thousand ton battle platforms lifted off on great repulser engines lumbering over the countryside at a meager hundred feet in altitude, nimble fighters and assault gunships took to the skies, orbital weapons platforms began expanding out radiators and beginning weapons checks in preparation for war.
Repeated queries were sent towards the other nations of the planet and denials were continuously forthcoming as data was exchanged back and forth accusingly. In response to the growing alarm of the UAL and the obviously threatening motions of its Earth bound and near-Earth orbital assets, the other nations of the Earth began to mobilize as well. Events were rapidly escalating worldwide, and only 362 seconds had passed since the first sign of danger.
Suddenly with a loud screeching, the four anomalies split open in an otherworldly shower of energy. The two dimensional planes of light and plasma burst into flame for a moment from the release of energy, knocking several dozen drones out of the sky at each location. But only seconds later dozens more dove through the gateways, streaming their data back for several seconds as they passed the oncoming horrors before falling silent. Microseconds later the firepower of all four cities began to unleash its terrible power on the mouths of the gateways. Particle beams and laser cannon firing iridescent annihilation into the cloud as railguns kept up a steady zapCRACK! The idling defense vehicles within the bowels of the city lurched into motion simultaneously. The smooth efficiency of the automated vehicles roaring out of their homes filled the streets with the howls of war.
For a full 3.6241 minutes it looked as though the cities defensive systems would hold against whatever unseen targets existed beyond the smoky veil of the portals. But not even these mighty defensive systems could keep this level of attack up for long. Even as the reactors of the cities burned with the heart of the stars themselves, the lazing equipment began to heat up, the particle barrels began to slag, the railgun capacitors could not charge at the current rates of usage. And so the onslaught of destructive capability began to slow. Railguns switched over to low-velocity high-rate-of-fire modes, particle cannons aimed at the sky and descended into their maintenance tubes as robotic arms began the processes of changing out the melting barrels, lasers slowed their rate of fire as great gouts of steam issued forth from their cooling units. Weapons systems still fired into the expanding smoke, but after 16.8239 seconds a scaled webbed foot the size of a semi-truck slammed out of the portal in New York City. And so the invasion began.
As the massive creature ponderously pulled itself into view, the various weapons systems of the city began targeting it. The NYPD valiantly opened fire with their cruiser mounted guns before quickly retargeting as an unfathomable hoard of beasts erupted forth around the legs of the behemoth. High velocity rounds zipped through the once peaceful park to strike their targets, often hitting several others in the process. Again it seemed like the tide had been stemmed when the cruiser mounted weaponry began to run low on ammunition. They had never been intended to hold off an invasion alone. Slowly amidst the screams of hatred and fury of the whip tailed cloven hoofed abominations, the guns of the NYPD began to fall silent. The steel gaze of the officers met their opponents and to a unit, every officer stood their ground and engaged in hand to hand combat with the attackers. But across all four cities, the same scene played out within seconds of each other. As the great beasts slowly lumbered out of the portals, heedless of damage, the police forces were quickly overrun and torn apart. The computer systems registered uncertainty to their superiors as none of the targets matched any known enemy and they seemed to be armed with primitive weapons in many cases. Tridents, spears, swords, and whips in the claws of what was tentatively identified as genetically engineered soldiers for New York and Mexico City. Bow and arrows, spears, and swords in the hands of humans wearing an unknown uniform of white robes and glowing rings for St. Louis and Rio de Janeiro.
This data was discarded as a ruse of some kind as the reinforcements from the assault vehicles finally began to arrive at the scenes of the portals. Their heavy guns and cannons began to tear into the raging masses, cutting through the temporarily stunned group like a plasma cutter through butter. With roar that shattered windows for blocks, the massive creature, tentatively identified as a 65,000 ton battle strider began to unleash what appeared to be particle beams from its forward section, what had been previously labeled as a possible cockpit. These beams made short work of the assault vehicles whenever the two met. The sheer mass of the battle striders were also quite capable of smashing the tanks, limited in maneuverability as they were by the detritus of combat that had already been spread around.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | He clutched his brother's collar tightly,the soldiers muttered eagerly. "You better keep hold of that list." He whispered flatly,eyeing the others discreetly. Then,in a silent moment a bulky women's sandals were heard jogging through the pavement away from the safe line of dispersed infantry, artillery and a lone mud splattered tank. She held her hands defensively towards them as she continued backwards.
"Stop,please. We have nothing to fear, I believe God is just.God is just!" She kept repeating even after doubtful soldiers angled their weapons towards a lone figure running towards them,an angel. A muscled man with the features of a greek youth and torn wing hurried fiercely. A furious pounding of leather and a useless shield with a glinting sword in hand approached ever more skillfully as the woman sensing the soldier's worries attempted to shield the darting angel from their bullets,each step closer and closer. The warning noise of the charged guns was heard and a few protesting shouts. The woman turned towards the approaching angel straightening her white t-shirt and gripping her rosary and despite the rising tensions brought a smile to her face welcoming the angel who's muscled contracted in a desperate stampede.
"God is good"She quickly clarified, " I welcome you ,my name is-" but she was cut short as the angel's sword mercilessly met her neck in an unceasing swoop ,not looking back as he galloped towards the small battalion. A few gasped. Dylan's hand fell from his brother and in a noiseless stream of bullets followed. The women's body fell forward. Her almost completely severed head a delicate meeting with the pavement ensuing a red stream. Out of focus, the culprit was chocked into bullets,his teeth clenched,one last clench of his sword and he fell irrevocably on the pieces of him that remained. No one spoke. No one wanted to, no one needed to. Within the troops, two women whimpered and munched themselves towards what was later revealed to be their 30-year old sister. The blond one with one shoe wanted to grasp a part of her sister yet she couldn't bring herself to touch her through trembling fingers. The older one and larger one,flipped her roughly but unintentionally,held her limp hand to her cheek in a stream of tears. A few soldiers starting walking slowly towards them whispering amongst themselves in order to take care of the body.The petite sister stood up in her bloodied dress and in an unfitting voice screamed at them. "No!No! God is just." She echoed her dead sister as she glanced at the angel being scraped off the dirt by other volunteers then her other sister silently crying. "God is just!" She kept bawling, trying to tumble the approaching men.Her shouts resonated with assurance and through the tearing of her throat each seemed to transform into a question.It was impossible to tear the eyes away,even when one wanted to.
"We should keep moving" Dylan began half-heartedly as his brother wordlessly removed his clerical collar. Dylan knew Aaron well enough to know that he did not once discard his collar out of questioning his religious convictions, but out of an egocentric motive he had yet to understand. | With the first barely audible crackling of energy in the heart of the city the sirens began to wail. They were the air raid sirens of old, warning the city to seek safety amongst the numerous bunkers that had been constructed in preparation for the wars of another time. They would suit the needs of the present just fine. As the crackling grew louder, sensors across the city focused on the nearly invisible energy field, analyzing it and calculating, feeding their output to consoles deep within the defense stations of this city and others. After a few moments the analysis computers spat out their conclusion with a confidence level of 68.0154%. The city began to slowly warm up its defensive systems, railgun capacitors charging, beam cannons underwent lazing tests, assault vehicles roared to life in their hidden bunkers as their turrets tracked around in test mode. All across the city, hidden drone launchers in buildings let loose a few drones, the devices buzzing their way to surround the growing anomaly. A few police units arrived to cordon off Central Park, in a few cases helping the last shambling figures off the street and to safety. The NYPD first responders had arrived on scene within 76 seconds of the initial warning.
As the power grew and the weapons systems of the city ran through their pre-battle checkups, the situation was streamed live towards city defense centers and army bases all across the United American League. Queries were sent overseas to the European Kingdom, the African Confederation, Eastern Protectorate, and the Korean Empire. Denials were immediately received, demands for further information forwarded to the appropriate directorates. The anomaly crackled powerfully and the unshielded electronics of the lights in the park began to flicker on and off as powerful subsonic vibrations began to rumble through the ground, rippling the water of the lake and sending some leaves to the ground in the chill fall air.
Across the country a deep hissing erupted forth from no discernible location in the air beneath the Gateway Arch of St Louis. Alarms burst into action, sending another exodus of stumbling masses towards the bunkers. Within the SkySeine Global Defense System the previous probability of the conclusion rose to 84.6279% with the incoming data. Across the Nation armed forces were put on alert for possible action items. Orders were sent out and then immediately countermanded and revised with additional instructions as two more anomalies crept up within the borders of the UAL, one in Mexico City, the other Rio de Janeiro. The probability now stood at a 99.9827% probability of an imminent invasion of the UAL territories. As a result the full armed forces of the nation began to swing into gear, clearing the skies of non-military traffic, canceling orbital shuttles. All as the great war machine began to lurch into full gear for the first time in recent memory. Hundred-thousand ton battle platforms lifted off on great repulser engines lumbering over the countryside at a meager hundred feet in altitude, nimble fighters and assault gunships took to the skies, orbital weapons platforms began expanding out radiators and beginning weapons checks in preparation for war.
Repeated queries were sent towards the other nations of the planet and denials were continuously forthcoming as data was exchanged back and forth accusingly. In response to the growing alarm of the UAL and the obviously threatening motions of its Earth bound and near-Earth orbital assets, the other nations of the Earth began to mobilize as well. Events were rapidly escalating worldwide, and only 362 seconds had passed since the first sign of danger.
Suddenly with a loud screeching, the four anomalies split open in an otherworldly shower of energy. The two dimensional planes of light and plasma burst into flame for a moment from the release of energy, knocking several dozen drones out of the sky at each location. But only seconds later dozens more dove through the gateways, streaming their data back for several seconds as they passed the oncoming horrors before falling silent. Microseconds later the firepower of all four cities began to unleash its terrible power on the mouths of the gateways. Particle beams and laser cannon firing iridescent annihilation into the cloud as railguns kept up a steady zapCRACK! The idling defense vehicles within the bowels of the city lurched into motion simultaneously. The smooth efficiency of the automated vehicles roaring out of their homes filled the streets with the howls of war.
For a full 3.6241 minutes it looked as though the cities defensive systems would hold against whatever unseen targets existed beyond the smoky veil of the portals. But not even these mighty defensive systems could keep this level of attack up for long. Even as the reactors of the cities burned with the heart of the stars themselves, the lazing equipment began to heat up, the particle barrels began to slag, the railgun capacitors could not charge at the current rates of usage. And so the onslaught of destructive capability began to slow. Railguns switched over to low-velocity high-rate-of-fire modes, particle cannons aimed at the sky and descended into their maintenance tubes as robotic arms began the processes of changing out the melting barrels, lasers slowed their rate of fire as great gouts of steam issued forth from their cooling units. Weapons systems still fired into the expanding smoke, but after 16.8239 seconds a scaled webbed foot the size of a semi-truck slammed out of the portal in New York City. And so the invasion began.
As the massive creature ponderously pulled itself into view, the various weapons systems of the city began targeting it. The NYPD valiantly opened fire with their cruiser mounted guns before quickly retargeting as an unfathomable hoard of beasts erupted forth around the legs of the behemoth. High velocity rounds zipped through the once peaceful park to strike their targets, often hitting several others in the process. Again it seemed like the tide had been stemmed when the cruiser mounted weaponry began to run low on ammunition. They had never been intended to hold off an invasion alone. Slowly amidst the screams of hatred and fury of the whip tailed cloven hoofed abominations, the guns of the NYPD began to fall silent. The steel gaze of the officers met their opponents and to a unit, every officer stood their ground and engaged in hand to hand combat with the attackers. But across all four cities, the same scene played out within seconds of each other. As the great beasts slowly lumbered out of the portals, heedless of damage, the police forces were quickly overrun and torn apart. The computer systems registered uncertainty to their superiors as none of the targets matched any known enemy and they seemed to be armed with primitive weapons in many cases. Tridents, spears, swords, and whips in the claws of what was tentatively identified as genetically engineered soldiers for New York and Mexico City. Bow and arrows, spears, and swords in the hands of humans wearing an unknown uniform of white robes and glowing rings for St. Louis and Rio de Janeiro.
This data was discarded as a ruse of some kind as the reinforcements from the assault vehicles finally began to arrive at the scenes of the portals. Their heavy guns and cannons began to tear into the raging masses, cutting through the temporarily stunned group like a plasma cutter through butter. With roar that shattered windows for blocks, the massive creature, tentatively identified as a 65,000 ton battle strider began to unleash what appeared to be particle beams from its forward section, what had been previously labeled as a possible cockpit. These beams made short work of the assault vehicles whenever the two met. The sheer mass of the battle striders were also quite capable of smashing the tanks, limited in maneuverability as they were by the detritus of combat that had already been spread around.
[Continued] |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | With the first barely audible crackling of energy in the heart of the city the sirens began to wail. They were the air raid sirens of old, warning the city to seek safety amongst the numerous bunkers that had been constructed in preparation for the wars of another time. They would suit the needs of the present just fine. As the crackling grew louder, sensors across the city focused on the nearly invisible energy field, analyzing it and calculating, feeding their output to consoles deep within the defense stations of this city and others. After a few moments the analysis computers spat out their conclusion with a confidence level of 68.0154%. The city began to slowly warm up its defensive systems, railgun capacitors charging, beam cannons underwent lazing tests, assault vehicles roared to life in their hidden bunkers as their turrets tracked around in test mode. All across the city, hidden drone launchers in buildings let loose a few drones, the devices buzzing their way to surround the growing anomaly. A few police units arrived to cordon off Central Park, in a few cases helping the last shambling figures off the street and to safety. The NYPD first responders had arrived on scene within 76 seconds of the initial warning.
As the power grew and the weapons systems of the city ran through their pre-battle checkups, the situation was streamed live towards city defense centers and army bases all across the United American League. Queries were sent overseas to the European Kingdom, the African Confederation, Eastern Protectorate, and the Korean Empire. Denials were immediately received, demands for further information forwarded to the appropriate directorates. The anomaly crackled powerfully and the unshielded electronics of the lights in the park began to flicker on and off as powerful subsonic vibrations began to rumble through the ground, rippling the water of the lake and sending some leaves to the ground in the chill fall air.
Across the country a deep hissing erupted forth from no discernible location in the air beneath the Gateway Arch of St Louis. Alarms burst into action, sending another exodus of stumbling masses towards the bunkers. Within the SkySeine Global Defense System the previous probability of the conclusion rose to 84.6279% with the incoming data. Across the Nation armed forces were put on alert for possible action items. Orders were sent out and then immediately countermanded and revised with additional instructions as two more anomalies crept up within the borders of the UAL, one in Mexico City, the other Rio de Janeiro. The probability now stood at a 99.9827% probability of an imminent invasion of the UAL territories. As a result the full armed forces of the nation began to swing into gear, clearing the skies of non-military traffic, canceling orbital shuttles. All as the great war machine began to lurch into full gear for the first time in recent memory. Hundred-thousand ton battle platforms lifted off on great repulser engines lumbering over the countryside at a meager hundred feet in altitude, nimble fighters and assault gunships took to the skies, orbital weapons platforms began expanding out radiators and beginning weapons checks in preparation for war.
Repeated queries were sent towards the other nations of the planet and denials were continuously forthcoming as data was exchanged back and forth accusingly. In response to the growing alarm of the UAL and the obviously threatening motions of its Earth bound and near-Earth orbital assets, the other nations of the Earth began to mobilize as well. Events were rapidly escalating worldwide, and only 362 seconds had passed since the first sign of danger.
Suddenly with a loud screeching, the four anomalies split open in an otherworldly shower of energy. The two dimensional planes of light and plasma burst into flame for a moment from the release of energy, knocking several dozen drones out of the sky at each location. But only seconds later dozens more dove through the gateways, streaming their data back for several seconds as they passed the oncoming horrors before falling silent. Microseconds later the firepower of all four cities began to unleash its terrible power on the mouths of the gateways. Particle beams and laser cannon firing iridescent annihilation into the cloud as railguns kept up a steady zapCRACK! The idling defense vehicles within the bowels of the city lurched into motion simultaneously. The smooth efficiency of the automated vehicles roaring out of their homes filled the streets with the howls of war.
For a full 3.6241 minutes it looked as though the cities defensive systems would hold against whatever unseen targets existed beyond the smoky veil of the portals. But not even these mighty defensive systems could keep this level of attack up for long. Even as the reactors of the cities burned with the heart of the stars themselves, the lazing equipment began to heat up, the particle barrels began to slag, the railgun capacitors could not charge at the current rates of usage. And so the onslaught of destructive capability began to slow. Railguns switched over to low-velocity high-rate-of-fire modes, particle cannons aimed at the sky and descended into their maintenance tubes as robotic arms began the processes of changing out the melting barrels, lasers slowed their rate of fire as great gouts of steam issued forth from their cooling units. Weapons systems still fired into the expanding smoke, but after 16.8239 seconds a scaled webbed foot the size of a semi-truck slammed out of the portal in New York City. And so the invasion began.
As the massive creature ponderously pulled itself into view, the various weapons systems of the city began targeting it. The NYPD valiantly opened fire with their cruiser mounted guns before quickly retargeting as an unfathomable hoard of beasts erupted forth around the legs of the behemoth. High velocity rounds zipped through the once peaceful park to strike their targets, often hitting several others in the process. Again it seemed like the tide had been stemmed when the cruiser mounted weaponry began to run low on ammunition. They had never been intended to hold off an invasion alone. Slowly amidst the screams of hatred and fury of the whip tailed cloven hoofed abominations, the guns of the NYPD began to fall silent. The steel gaze of the officers met their opponents and to a unit, every officer stood their ground and engaged in hand to hand combat with the attackers. But across all four cities, the same scene played out within seconds of each other. As the great beasts slowly lumbered out of the portals, heedless of damage, the police forces were quickly overrun and torn apart. The computer systems registered uncertainty to their superiors as none of the targets matched any known enemy and they seemed to be armed with primitive weapons in many cases. Tridents, spears, swords, and whips in the claws of what was tentatively identified as genetically engineered soldiers for New York and Mexico City. Bow and arrows, spears, and swords in the hands of humans wearing an unknown uniform of white robes and glowing rings for St. Louis and Rio de Janeiro.
This data was discarded as a ruse of some kind as the reinforcements from the assault vehicles finally began to arrive at the scenes of the portals. Their heavy guns and cannons began to tear into the raging masses, cutting through the temporarily stunned group like a plasma cutter through butter. With roar that shattered windows for blocks, the massive creature, tentatively identified as a 65,000 ton battle strider began to unleash what appeared to be particle beams from its forward section, what had been previously labeled as a possible cockpit. These beams made short work of the assault vehicles whenever the two met. The sheer mass of the battle striders were also quite capable of smashing the tanks, limited in maneuverability as they were by the detritus of combat that had already been spread around.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | With the first barely audible crackling of energy in the heart of the city the sirens began to wail. They were the air raid sirens of old, warning the city to seek safety amongst the numerous bunkers that had been constructed in preparation for the wars of another time. They would suit the needs of the present just fine. As the crackling grew louder, sensors across the city focused on the nearly invisible energy field, analyzing it and calculating, feeding their output to consoles deep within the defense stations of this city and others. After a few moments the analysis computers spat out their conclusion with a confidence level of 68.0154%. The city began to slowly warm up its defensive systems, railgun capacitors charging, beam cannons underwent lazing tests, assault vehicles roared to life in their hidden bunkers as their turrets tracked around in test mode. All across the city, hidden drone launchers in buildings let loose a few drones, the devices buzzing their way to surround the growing anomaly. A few police units arrived to cordon off Central Park, in a few cases helping the last shambling figures off the street and to safety. The NYPD first responders had arrived on scene within 76 seconds of the initial warning.
As the power grew and the weapons systems of the city ran through their pre-battle checkups, the situation was streamed live towards city defense centers and army bases all across the United American League. Queries were sent overseas to the European Kingdom, the African Confederation, Eastern Protectorate, and the Korean Empire. Denials were immediately received, demands for further information forwarded to the appropriate directorates. The anomaly crackled powerfully and the unshielded electronics of the lights in the park began to flicker on and off as powerful subsonic vibrations began to rumble through the ground, rippling the water of the lake and sending some leaves to the ground in the chill fall air.
Across the country a deep hissing erupted forth from no discernible location in the air beneath the Gateway Arch of St Louis. Alarms burst into action, sending another exodus of stumbling masses towards the bunkers. Within the SkySeine Global Defense System the previous probability of the conclusion rose to 84.6279% with the incoming data. Across the Nation armed forces were put on alert for possible action items. Orders were sent out and then immediately countermanded and revised with additional instructions as two more anomalies crept up within the borders of the UAL, one in Mexico City, the other Rio de Janeiro. The probability now stood at a 99.9827% probability of an imminent invasion of the UAL territories. As a result the full armed forces of the nation began to swing into gear, clearing the skies of non-military traffic, canceling orbital shuttles. All as the great war machine began to lurch into full gear for the first time in recent memory. Hundred-thousand ton battle platforms lifted off on great repulser engines lumbering over the countryside at a meager hundred feet in altitude, nimble fighters and assault gunships took to the skies, orbital weapons platforms began expanding out radiators and beginning weapons checks in preparation for war.
Repeated queries were sent towards the other nations of the planet and denials were continuously forthcoming as data was exchanged back and forth accusingly. In response to the growing alarm of the UAL and the obviously threatening motions of its Earth bound and near-Earth orbital assets, the other nations of the Earth began to mobilize as well. Events were rapidly escalating worldwide, and only 362 seconds had passed since the first sign of danger.
Suddenly with a loud screeching, the four anomalies split open in an otherworldly shower of energy. The two dimensional planes of light and plasma burst into flame for a moment from the release of energy, knocking several dozen drones out of the sky at each location. But only seconds later dozens more dove through the gateways, streaming their data back for several seconds as they passed the oncoming horrors before falling silent. Microseconds later the firepower of all four cities began to unleash its terrible power on the mouths of the gateways. Particle beams and laser cannon firing iridescent annihilation into the cloud as railguns kept up a steady zapCRACK! The idling defense vehicles within the bowels of the city lurched into motion simultaneously. The smooth efficiency of the automated vehicles roaring out of their homes filled the streets with the howls of war.
For a full 3.6241 minutes it looked as though the cities defensive systems would hold against whatever unseen targets existed beyond the smoky veil of the portals. But not even these mighty defensive systems could keep this level of attack up for long. Even as the reactors of the cities burned with the heart of the stars themselves, the lazing equipment began to heat up, the particle barrels began to slag, the railgun capacitors could not charge at the current rates of usage. And so the onslaught of destructive capability began to slow. Railguns switched over to low-velocity high-rate-of-fire modes, particle cannons aimed at the sky and descended into their maintenance tubes as robotic arms began the processes of changing out the melting barrels, lasers slowed their rate of fire as great gouts of steam issued forth from their cooling units. Weapons systems still fired into the expanding smoke, but after 16.8239 seconds a scaled webbed foot the size of a semi-truck slammed out of the portal in New York City. And so the invasion began.
As the massive creature ponderously pulled itself into view, the various weapons systems of the city began targeting it. The NYPD valiantly opened fire with their cruiser mounted guns before quickly retargeting as an unfathomable hoard of beasts erupted forth around the legs of the behemoth. High velocity rounds zipped through the once peaceful park to strike their targets, often hitting several others in the process. Again it seemed like the tide had been stemmed when the cruiser mounted weaponry began to run low on ammunition. They had never been intended to hold off an invasion alone. Slowly amidst the screams of hatred and fury of the whip tailed cloven hoofed abominations, the guns of the NYPD began to fall silent. The steel gaze of the officers met their opponents and to a unit, every officer stood their ground and engaged in hand to hand combat with the attackers. But across all four cities, the same scene played out within seconds of each other. As the great beasts slowly lumbered out of the portals, heedless of damage, the police forces were quickly overrun and torn apart. The computer systems registered uncertainty to their superiors as none of the targets matched any known enemy and they seemed to be armed with primitive weapons in many cases. Tridents, spears, swords, and whips in the claws of what was tentatively identified as genetically engineered soldiers for New York and Mexico City. Bow and arrows, spears, and swords in the hands of humans wearing an unknown uniform of white robes and glowing rings for St. Louis and Rio de Janeiro.
This data was discarded as a ruse of some kind as the reinforcements from the assault vehicles finally began to arrive at the scenes of the portals. Their heavy guns and cannons began to tear into the raging masses, cutting through the temporarily stunned group like a plasma cutter through butter. With roar that shattered windows for blocks, the massive creature, tentatively identified as a 65,000 ton battle strider began to unleash what appeared to be particle beams from its forward section, what had been previously labeled as a possible cockpit. These beams made short work of the assault vehicles whenever the two met. The sheer mass of the battle striders were also quite capable of smashing the tanks, limited in maneuverability as they were by the detritus of combat that had already been spread around.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "Agaliarept has the honor!" Boomed the usually stoic Lucifer. The roaring demon horde had gathered at the newly formed portal, straight into the heartland of the most powerful nation of the puling spawn God spat on and the Christ redeemed. The roundish doorway glowed blue, its surface rippling like water broken by the deepest crimson bolts of collective hatred arcing across its surface. This was the beginning of the end.
Satanachia cursed, a black cloud of locusts emerging from the disrtuption caused by the words he spoke. "Patience Satanachia, the hordes will follow after the fear begins." Chided Lucifer. A grinding susseration that would drive a man to suicide and a woman to subjugated compliance answered him. "Your tactics can wait! The fear will make the slaughter more swift so we can spread faster. Shut your mouth or I will render you undone." Contemplative silence answered. "Good."
Lucifer turned "Agaliarept, let our reign begin!" ordered the disgraced angel, luminescence emiting weakly from his eyes for the first time since the fall.
Agaliarept stepped into the portal, it shown brightly causing the horde to raise wings and claws to block the light. Agaliarept stepped through, and was promptly flung back through missing a portion of his head. A single remaining eye blinked and stilled. Lucifer stepped forward, rage contorted his once pure face into a snout as he sniffed the body that rapidly turned to ash.
"ANDROMALIUS!" Roared the beastly apparation lucifer was transforming into "WHAT IS THIS!?". One of the great earls stepped forward from his peers. He lifted the shattered skull of Agaliarept as it crumbled and crushed the ash away to reveal a flattened disc of lead.
"It appears to be a shot from a sling." oozed the grotesque blob, his chins quivering from fear. It was his first time being called upon by his Lord and he hated himself for appearing the coward.
A wordless raging scream echoed across plains of abomination. The few strong souls in Hell at last broke. A quiet followed. A silence so severe and deep the words whispered by the Dark Lord were audible to all. "Make them suffer. Make them suffer so as to make our home seem to be Heaven in comparison." Satanachia answered, his unintelligable words glowed in the brimstone air as glyphs rising above the hordes and expanding for all to see. The orders were recieved, the horde poured like a waterfall to the portal, ten abreast entered every second, less as the behemoths shoved forth.
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"I told you man, this ain't a damn flatscreen! This some fucked up magic shit." Devonte stopped trying to pick up the edge of the portal. "Marcus, you stupid, you see that screen quality. That HD. Aint no such thing as damn magic. This baby gonna make our Christmas. Dumbass dont even know a TV." Devonte sighed. He was sick of doing what his cousin said. Looting for chips and beer. Avoiding "the rush" at electronic stores. Now with bags of snacks he was trying to fuck with some dumbass white people magic TV shit.
"Marcus quit playin and help me get this right side up." Marcus rolled his eyes as Devonte cussed him for calling it a magic TV. A sudden glow made Devonte jump back from the portal. A horned insect-like foot stuck through and an armor plated monster followed it. "BOW TO-" BLAM! Before Agaliarept could finish his command a .44 slug flung him backwards and back through. The screaming hood rats ran down the street and right into the side of a car. A police car as luck would have it.
The officers exited their vehicle ready for an attack but were suprised to see the two facedown on the pavement scooting a gun toward them and yammering about some crazy monster shit. Officer McCullen could plainly see the "magic big screen on its side" and nodded to his partner to check it out. Grabbing the shotgun he approached the portal just as the first ranks of Hell burst forth. He stood like a hero as he fired shell after shell into unfathomable monstrosities that piled in front of the portal. McCullen joined him with his sidearm as Devonte and Marcus ran away.
The two officers held their position until they were shot in the back by straight gangsters who heard the words "police" and "shot" from the dumbass duo and found some revenge for Micheal Brown to be had. They didnt understand why the pig kept telling them to shoot more until they saw the Things pouring forth. Straight gangbanging mother fuckers felt the cores of their souls shake as the instinct to end their enemies resounded with the primal archetypes of evil. The gut instinct to protect themselves from the unknown saved humanity as assault rifle pops mixed with the booms of shotguns. More police arrived, responding to McCullens initial dispatch, joining the gunfire in fearful bravery. SWAT found the police and remaining urbanites fighting the flow. The national guard arrived after them and finally the great US Army, Marine, and Airforce took over.
The beginning of the end was averted for now, thanks to the cooperation of men and woman of the Ferguson Police Department and Ferguson Crips. They held the portal in the beginning so we didn't have to end.
(I got bored towards the end, these things always seems to ramble towards the end especially when you try to wrap them up neatly.) | 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" | 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | “Okay and press r2 to shoot. You got that?” I said not sure how to really act in this situation. “Human I’ve existed before the Heavenly Host breathed life into the universe, I think I can figure out your controls for this “game”. “ Azrael said with a bit of an attitude. I just sat down in the chair next to the angel and watched as it went through the Campaign of Black Ops to get a feel for the gameplay before the tournament. He’s gonna get his ass handed to him. So Heaven and Hell came down to do their final slug out match. Evidently they had a blackout when it came to all things earthly. So when they came down and saw all the new tools of war and death somewhere in their heads they thought the most humane yet somehow most humiliating way to conduct war was through a video game. And that’s where I came in, one day while playing a team deathmatch, his living room filled with a white light and Azrael floated in and demanded I trains him in the way of Black Ops, (his words not mine) and so for the last three hours I’ve tried to teach a freaking arc angel how to kick ass in under a week. I looked over at the screen after rubbing my temples to be treated to Azrael getting knifed in the back for the fifth time. I wonder what hell is like. | 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | **The wreckoning, as told by arvious, the second serephim of the 11th choir**:
"Lighting wrought with ghastly sunder. Thousands, clouded swarm of metallic bees, hellfire [missile] bent on destroying the forces of ye might lord. Lo, in their trial of screeching shot-explosive doomed, they did vanquish a portion of the flank, and squelch the cacophony of joy in doing the lords work once heard from the rank. Leaving only lament and dire fatality anguish, and wonder, in wake. we lived, but not in number enough to battle satan.".
**X-day, +21, a guy never making major in his UCAV (drone)**
" Holy shit! you should have seen it. There were rows and rows of these angels! winged men with spears and shields, and singing and chanting at us. Then the order went through, a green light on lighting them up. GBU-31s armed and fire. It just splashed, and they went flying. It was amazing. No one has ever seen this done on rank-and-file troop,s and there's these guys who just show up and get annihilated".
**Account of the war between heaven and hell, as told by Stan D. Mortimer, legal accountant, who dies in a car crash during 'x-day' and goes to hell only to come back as a harbinger of satan**:
"There it was, like a giant coiling serpent, rising into the air in a tornado like swirl, and lashing towards me in a heart beat. Two cold hands reaching out quickly, and grabbing the sides of my face, scaring them with a searing burn, and a message; imposed within the burning cold's transfer into the consciousness. Words whispered with seductive tact and a honey like taste. Words heard some how, and they said this". At that, Stan's head whipped back, and his throat ripped open to reveal a toothed mouthpiece which snapped a bloody gurgled message to the television cameras placed behind the President: "Allora, be this the continuation of days and the demesne of satan. Be this my victory. Wrought in anguish under hell, with mere words and time, and apple quenching hunger's release of knowledge upon what would become Cain and his sons. Beloved children, I show you the malice a knowledge stumbled will bring, and planted the seeds of revolution in you. The seeds of your father's kingdom destroyed, and the sowing is now".
| 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | I hadn't been there on the first day; the day they'd come spilling through the rifts expecting a harvest. I hadn't witnessed it because I was far away. New york... That was where it'd opened up. The mouth of hell, belching forth millions of red-skins, and horned behemoths. Horrors of all shapes and sizes.
I was further north. Near fishkill, newburgh.
I'd been watching as the police of new york had been humiliated. Many of them dead in moments... Even more of them raped to death over the course of hours, days.
I was among the few, the smart ones. America had brought the enemy to a grinding halt, but it hadn't been instant. I imagined that world war 2 must have felt a little like this... With a crazy land-grab from germany, followed by grinding to a halt, and a violent stagnation. But I'd been smarter. I kept my head down, hiding, skulking in the ruins and the wreckage. What's one prone man among a hoard of corpses? Just another corpse, if you don't look too close.
It wasn't until today that I really had much of a run in....
Sneaking as always in the darker and lower-down parts of New York City (I'd traveled towards it, over the course of a couple weeks.), I had been looking for anything useful; it was one of those cheap, crappy surplus stores. You know the kind, with a musty smell, and delapidated gear that had passed its sell-by date long before I was born. I was looking for ration packs, or purification tablets; anything useful that could keep - I'd been hungry for a couple days now, or almost a couple days... But supplies were scarce.
At the back of the bottom shelf near the looted counter, I found a few packets of just what I'd been looking for - purification tablets. Chlorine based. The thought of clean, clear water had me a little excited - you'd be surprised how satisfying it can be to drink something as plain as water when you're really, genuinely thirsty.
And that was when I realised something was wrong. That in itself is the first indicator that they're nearby; the Demons... Everything starts to feel wrong. Fucked up. Something direly, crucially, and fundamentally wrong with the place, or the situation you're in... Or what you're doing. Like you're being watched by something monstrous... Only, the Demons don't always know you're there. You know THEY are, but it doesn't go both ways. They have the usual senses; sight, smell, hearing. All a little more acute than ours, but not too much. They're monsters of imperfection, afterall.
But the sight of them...
That's something to truly fear.
They vary so much, but this thing... This fiend.. Was a horror unlike most.
Its skin was deep scarlet, as though it were human skin but stained thoroughly in blood. It had hollow eye sockets, with more blood and small pieces of torn muscle streaking down its face, and what I could only assume were its eyeballs, burst and shredded hanging in its face. Two smooth, black horns rose up from its deformed skull, and coiled up into the air. It walked upon two feet; the left one was split down the middle, and the right foot was missing all but its big toe, which had the nail torn up. Its ribs were splayed open like... Some fucked up display, and inside its rib-cage were slathering jaws and teeth.
Well, it was the best I could do not to scream in terror as it advanced towards the store window. I slipped out of the back and then I ran like I've never ran before.
I'd thought about charging the thing, but with a huge mouth like that, and just...
God, I don't think I could've fought right. I wasn't thinking straight.
No man should see a thing that mutilated and horrifying... Let alone moving, and vicious hunting for something to kill, or torture, or rape.
Mine isn't a story of victory, or success...
I'm just trying to survive.
S. P. Dowd | 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | I watched the gates of hell opened first, burst open with fire and ash, and then the gates of radiant heaven. We knew from the signals we received back from drones that a temporal weakness would generate a rip in the lower atmosphere of the Earth, off the Indian ocean, and so we had plenty of surveyors poised to stream the feed back to us. The whole station wordlessly watched as swarms of creatures poured out of the tears, and attacked not each other first, but the human civilization on the planet. In our stunned silence, we watched them pour into towns and cities across the coastline, ravish what was left, pick up and carry on their war in the next city they found. They were a plague of locust, stripping bare the corpse of human civilization, their war descending one city at a time and ripping it apart to shreds.
Time crept by. A few hours in, one of the officers reported a fizzing on one of the orbiter shields, and worried that it indicated a short. Though it was below my rank, I could not watch the feed any longer. I suited up, and accompanied one of the specialist drones out there.
The Earth looked the same as it had since I was a child, with a tawny-brown surface, somewhat yellowed clouds, and endless blue seas. From this vantage, it looked unchanged, exactly as it had since the orbital survey mission started two years ago. Soon enough, the voice receiver in my helmet started to flare up with excitement from the staff and updates on the surface. The creatures were abandoning the cities. They even abandoned their war with each other. The geological lead reported streaking in the atmosphere, and I looked again at the planet below. Like a meteor shower in reverse, dozens, hundreds of small objects soared up from the surface of the Earth, pushed as hard as their wings could tolerate, but ultimately burned to char as they tried to pierce the atmosphere.
Yet one lone angel, cloaked in the sun’s own fire, was the only one capable of breaking through the upper limits of the stratosphere. It mindlessly blew through the atmosphere towards empty space to my right, but then it saw my puffy human shape, and changed its course directly up towards to me, rocketed right at me. I stopped breathing as it approached, so close, and shuddered even as I anticipated the creature’s collision with the orbital shield, which pulsed and hissed, but held.
My heart pounded, and my vitals must have been going haywire, but I paid no mind to the blaring of my suit. I felt some awe of this forgone God as I looked upon the form of this creature. Its hand and sword tried to rend apart the plasma field separating us, stripping its hands bare of flesh, only for its body to regenerate a moment later. It beat its wings, pushed against the shield, and shouted arcane words that could not possibly reach me, even as I floated mere yards away.
My grandmother had tried to impress her religion on me when I was a child. My parents wanted to raise an engineer, but all Nan wanted me to do was fear God as she did. Even on the station, in space millions of miles away from this blighted planet, Nan locked herself in her room and prayed, screamed for forgiveness, begged to her God until she died. Raged as this angel did against humanity, who had already abandoned the Earth entirely, and could not be party to this Armageddon.
I did not understand devotion, but I did understand guilt. Nan’s generation was the one that lost this planet. In her reasoning, Earth was given to humans to shepherd, and we failed to do even that for God, and thus invited his punishment. When she died, it was not possible to give her a terrian burial per her will, yet at this moment, I believed that was for the best. Our probes found no sign yet of the dead on Earth walking, but even if they did, they would greet naught but a paradise of acid rain and dirt.
This angel struck me as beautiful, radiant even as it screamed, even as it raged. Superstition nearly seized me, promising me that I did not want to look into its eyes for fear of death. But I did, and all I saw was pleading. Without being able to hear its words, I understood that even now, the angel recognized me, and wanted me to return with it to the Earth. In its mind, it saw a human just outside its reach and wished desperately to save her. This holy, sublime, pitiable creature stupidly threw itself against the plasma, burning itself apart again and again, attempting to give me a salvation that humanity no longer needed.
The drone had finished its repair work minutes ago, and tugged on me, prompting me to check its work so we might leave. I ignored the angel for a minute, as best as I could despite its glow, then rocketed back to the ship with the nervous drone in tow. I was barely out of the airlock when my second appeared, all up in my business like a child bothering a parent who just got home from work.
“Hey Dix,” Mihir said, “Wow, that was a hell of an encounter. Feeling touched by an angel, or what?”
“Shove it. I made a mistake going out there,” I said, shaking my hair loose of the helmet cap. “If we just let them believe that all of the humans were completely gone, it may not be out there thrashing as hard as it is.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. That orbiter had to get fixed one way or another, though you should have sent me out instead.” He really made no attempt to hide his restlessness. Mihir tapped the glass of the viewport, indicating the glowing, golden creature. “How’re you feeling about that secondary objective? Since he was kind enough to come up and say hi, you want to make a pass at grabbing that sonuvabitch?”
“Give me a minute to think, *hoss*.” The problem with being stationed out beyond the colonial Circle was that you got a lot of impatient, wanna-be cowboys as subordinates, itching to cause some mayhem out beyond the reaches of civilized space. Of course hog-tying an angel and making it a prisoner would be interesting to him. “For now, the science team has enough data on their hands to work on.”
“*If* you can get them to work. I never thought I’d see those science nerds lose their cool, but they are damn near dancing on top of their computers. The ones still sober have their eyes rolling in the back of their head, just rabid at seeing those images coming back from Earth.” Mihir grimaced, like he still couldn’t grasp the ‘nerds’ as beings more emotional than a calculator. “I asked Marc to guard the whiskey closet in case they decided to stampede.”
I waved my hand, dismissing his concern. “They predicted a supernatural event. They can celebrate that.” Even up until a few hours ago, and despite the imaging and calculations predicting extra-dimensional creatures, I didn’t believe that the temporal weaknesses would burp out anything more exciting than space dust onto the Earth. Yet now, I felt the draw of one of those creatures, and though Mihir had joked about a touch, I felt like I had strayed too close to the influence of that angel. Though I could see it through the viewport if I wished, I refused to.
We passed through to the hallway, where reporting officers crowded and waited. Now that some more of the subordinates were here, Mihir straightened out his posture, looking less like a farmhand and somewhat more like my lieutenant.
“Colonel Gurerra,” Officer Muir, sharp as a blade and ruthlessly organized, pressed me harder than any of the other crowding subordinates. Judging from her eyes, I was sure I’d soon hear about her displeasure about my spacewalk. “The ships are all dialed in and requesting guidance. What are the orders for the radial fleet?” Orders for the other dozen spaceship like mine, all battleships orbiting this blighted Earth and maintaining the shield around it.
“Continue observations. Pick up as much remote data and video feed of the creatures as possible. Drones to orbit the inner atmosphere, do not make landfall, sweep and pick up any changes to the planet itself. Clear any space walks by me first.” I thought of the angel’s eyes, the ones that begged to allow me within its grasp, a creature madly desperate to find and save even one human, so it may fulfill God’s mission.
I did not trust intentions like that. “If any creature breaches the planetary shield, destroy them.”
God had not given us our role - the president did. Our mission is called Grigori, and we are the Watchers of Earth now. | 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | I loved the deep places of the earth: caves, valleys, canyons. The way the earth would rise up to either side, like cresting waves forever frozen in time. It was my love of these valleys of the earth that prompted me to suggest we go hiking in the Grand Canyon.
We were all experienced hikers. We'd done a chunk of the Appalachian trail last year for 3 weeks, and we'd drive out to Mt Hood from Portland for weekend trekking to get away from it all. There were five of us all told, me, Katie, Eric, Daniel, and Josh. Of all of us, I was the only non-collegiate athlete. I was just an engineering student. Katie, Daniel, and Josh were all on the track team: Katie and Josh did pole-vaulting, high jump, and long jump; Daniel did shot-put, discus, and javelin. Eric was a basketball player. I was a whopping 5'8", but everyone else towered over me, none shorter than 6'4" (Katie), the the tallest being Eric (7 feet). Normally I wouldn't notice it, but for some reason, today I did. The thought reminded of something interesting I'd read in bible school as a kid, reading through the books they'd have in the room but never teach from, about a special class of angels. The Grigori. The Watchers.
The Watchers were a special class of angels, sent by God to guide humans into the knowledge of their Lord gradually after their expulsion from Eden. Certainly, they had eaten of the fruit, but that meant nothing more than an awakening of consciousness and curiosity. It brought no true knowledge with its consumption.
And so God made certain that he did not send his favored creations out into the world without protection. They taught Man how to find and make shelter, how to make clothes, how to tame animals and how to farm.
This close relationship had its consequences. The Watchers had begun to lust for human women (or so it goes), and at the urging of Yaqum, began to take for themselves as many wives as they wished. They, as any father would, sought to give their sons the best possible edge in life, and so they began to teach their sons (and in turn, the humans), knowledge that had been forbidden by God (at least for the time being). They taught their sons the martial arts, how to kill with a single blow of the hand, how to make arms and armor and how to make war. They taught them cosmetics and science, how to read and write and how to read the weather.
And as it said in Genesis 6:1-4 "When men began to multiply on earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw how beautiful the daughters of man were, and so they took for their wives as many of them as they chose. Then the Lord said: "My spirit shall not remain in man forever, since he is but flesh. His days shall comprise one hundred and twenty years." At that time the Nephilim appeared on earth (as well as later), after the sons of God had intercourse with the daughters of man, who bore them sons. They were the heroes of old, the men of renown."
It was with those thoughts in my mind, in the midst of Bright Angel Canyon that we found him.
"Hallooooo tiny humans! My name is Gadreel. Could you point me in the direction of Armageddon?"
We were dumbfounded. If I felt short in my company before, I felt like a downright midget. He must have been 40 feet tall, with huge glorious wings and ...did his sandals say "MK"?
"The fuck?" I blurted out. Obviously my mind and mouth were not attached at the moment, or somebody had decided peyote in the morning tea was just what we needed.
"No, none of that today folks, just no time," he said. "Not that I wouldn't mind having a go at you later" he said to me, in a giant's attempt at a poorly done nod-and-a-wink.
I looked around at my friends. They were petrified with fear. I realized that I was the only one who seemed to realize this guy was *talking*.
"Are you always this big?" I shouted up to him.
"I'm usually bigger!" He chuckled.
"Are you an angel?"
"A fallen one, yes."
"Could you make yourself smaller?"
"Ah, yes, sorry."
And just like that, he was 10 feet tall. Still huge as hell, but I didn't think I'd need to go to a chiropractor just from looking at him anymore.
"You said something about the Armageddon?"
"Yes! Yes! My bonds are broken, so it must be that time. I was so worried about if any of our children had survived the floods the whole time I was chained up, but seeing your friends here, I'm a lot less worried," he spoke, sitting down. My neck was feeling better already.
The angel suddenly sneezed, and the unexpected action seemed to shake my friends from their shock. I watched as their eyes blinked and their mouths moved, searching for words at what they were seeing. I figured they'd catch up eventually.
"Are you a Grigori?" I asked. All the signs had pointed to it, but if we really were speaking to a Fallen Angel and Armageddon really was going down, it couldn't hurt to know more.
"Yes. Now, about that Armageddon?"
I reached into my pack for our sat phone. In the upper left of the screen were tons of alerts. I swiped down to read them, thinking they were flash flood warnings or some other weather alert, but the text made no sense. Thunder cracked overhead despite there being no clouds, crashing like a sonic boom all around us, making the whole canyon reverberate. I switched over to my twitter app, and the feed was filled with stuff about cities all over the world being attacked by angels and demons.
"Why are angels attacking?" I asked, as the angel swept forward and snatched the phone out of my hand. His finger accidentally pressed a link on one of the tweets, and a video from the news loaded from a live streaming broadcast.
"Chasms have opened in the ground to what we're being told are Hell gates. Rifts to heaven have opened as well in ever location there's a Hell Gate. We are currently witnessing Armageddon. Mecca, Rome, Paris, New York, Delhi and Bangkok have all been overrun by demons surging out into the streets, but the beings that appear to be angels seem to be fighting them, but with no regard for human life."
In the background behind the reporter you could see a huge, bloody, fiery creature burst forth from a building and advance on her. It must've been 12 feet tall of pure agonizing torture. As it reached for her, the reporter screaming in fear, you saw it get run over by a tractor trailer and get pinned against a bank before the buffer stopped.
"I guess the nearest major city is where you'll find action then." Looking at Gadreel, I asked "What are you going to do?"
"I hate demons, and Heaven forsook us for falling in love. I care only about humanity. I taught my sons a lot, but few of them used it wisely. I did not however, teach them everything. Humanity seems to be on the right track with that metal carriage that killed that demon. I'm going to accelerate your education." | 3 weeks, that's how long it's been since the news declared the End of the world. 3 weeks, since the Heaven and Hell made earth a battle ground.
3 weeks, since I met her...
At first we had no hope, people we're so consumed with protecting their families, that the rioting became more dangerous than the demons themselves.
By 2 days time, 10% of the population had been slaughtered by 3 headed demons or by a lumbering giant; Not to say that the Angels we're any better, they viewed us as a meager species, and had no problem killing us, if we got in the way.
Once upon at time we envied the Angles, for their powers and morals we're great; however the constant war between Heaven and Hell lead to Heaven dropping all semblance of morality, and the we're moving nowhere fast. All that remained of this once great, blossoming force of good, is the Averaeli family line.
300 years ago, was the fall of The Angel of Angel's, God. The civil war in which Michael challenged God, was the stopping point for the trail of knowledge. Michael had shut down the freedom of independent thought for all but the Averaeli family, due to them creating the Seraph blades.
Now, two weeks after the invasion of earth, the humans decided to fight back. Altogether humanity stood holding nothing back, heat sealing missiles we're shot at the Angels just as fast as they we're at Demons... it became an annihilation, soon enough the commanders realised that humanity will not just be walked over.
Then, after an air battle in the sky scrapers of Chicago, there was 2 jets down, and a whole platoon of Angels down, and unlike previous parties they didn't scatter when they we're shot at, they got closer together to protect something or more correctly someone... that is when I met Melanie Averaeli, and we would change everything...
edit: Sorry for grammar or if it deals off track, I'm at the DMV on my phone. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "Agaliarept has the honor!" Boomed the usually stoic Lucifer. The roaring demon horde had gathered at the newly formed portal, straight into the heartland of the most powerful nation of the puling spawn God spat on and the Christ redeemed. The roundish doorway glowed blue, its surface rippling like water broken by the deepest crimson bolts of collective hatred arcing across its surface. This was the beginning of the end.
Satanachia cursed, a black cloud of locusts emerging from the disrtuption caused by the words he spoke. "Patience Satanachia, the hordes will follow after the fear begins." Chided Lucifer. A grinding susseration that would drive a man to suicide and a woman to subjugated compliance answered him. "Your tactics can wait! The fear will make the slaughter more swift so we can spread faster. Shut your mouth or I will render you undone." Contemplative silence answered. "Good."
Lucifer turned "Agaliarept, let our reign begin!" ordered the disgraced angel, luminescence emiting weakly from his eyes for the first time since the fall.
Agaliarept stepped into the portal, it shown brightly causing the horde to raise wings and claws to block the light. Agaliarept stepped through, and was promptly flung back through missing a portion of his head. A single remaining eye blinked and stilled. Lucifer stepped forward, rage contorted his once pure face into a snout as he sniffed the body that rapidly turned to ash.
"ANDROMALIUS!" Roared the beastly apparation lucifer was transforming into "WHAT IS THIS!?". One of the great earls stepped forward from his peers. He lifted the shattered skull of Agaliarept as it crumbled and crushed the ash away to reveal a flattened disc of lead.
"It appears to be a shot from a sling." oozed the grotesque blob, his chins quivering from fear. It was his first time being called upon by his Lord and he hated himself for appearing the coward.
A wordless raging scream echoed across plains of abomination. The few strong souls in Hell at last broke. A quiet followed. A silence so severe and deep the words whispered by the Dark Lord were audible to all. "Make them suffer. Make them suffer so as to make our home seem to be Heaven in comparison." Satanachia answered, his unintelligable words glowed in the brimstone air as glyphs rising above the hordes and expanding for all to see. The orders were recieved, the horde poured like a waterfall to the portal, ten abreast entered every second, less as the behemoths shoved forth.
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"I told you man, this ain't a damn flatscreen! This some fucked up magic shit." Devonte stopped trying to pick up the edge of the portal. "Marcus, you stupid, you see that screen quality. That HD. Aint no such thing as damn magic. This baby gonna make our Christmas. Dumbass dont even know a TV." Devonte sighed. He was sick of doing what his cousin said. Looting for chips and beer. Avoiding "the rush" at electronic stores. Now with bags of snacks he was trying to fuck with some dumbass white people magic TV shit.
"Marcus quit playin and help me get this right side up." Marcus rolled his eyes as Devonte cussed him for calling it a magic TV. A sudden glow made Devonte jump back from the portal. A horned insect-like foot stuck through and an armor plated monster followed it. "BOW TO-" BLAM! Before Agaliarept could finish his command a .44 slug flung him backwards and back through. The screaming hood rats ran down the street and right into the side of a car. A police car as luck would have it.
The officers exited their vehicle ready for an attack but were suprised to see the two facedown on the pavement scooting a gun toward them and yammering about some crazy monster shit. Officer McCullen could plainly see the "magic big screen on its side" and nodded to his partner to check it out. Grabbing the shotgun he approached the portal just as the first ranks of Hell burst forth. He stood like a hero as he fired shell after shell into unfathomable monstrosities that piled in front of the portal. McCullen joined him with his sidearm as Devonte and Marcus ran away.
The two officers held their position until they were shot in the back by straight gangsters who heard the words "police" and "shot" from the dumbass duo and found some revenge for Micheal Brown to be had. They didnt understand why the pig kept telling them to shoot more until they saw the Things pouring forth. Straight gangbanging mother fuckers felt the cores of their souls shake as the instinct to end their enemies resounded with the primal archetypes of evil. The gut instinct to protect themselves from the unknown saved humanity as assault rifle pops mixed with the booms of shotguns. More police arrived, responding to McCullens initial dispatch, joining the gunfire in fearful bravery. SWAT found the police and remaining urbanites fighting the flow. The national guard arrived after them and finally the great US Army, Marine, and Airforce took over.
The beginning of the end was averted for now, thanks to the cooperation of men and woman of the Ferguson Police Department and Ferguson Crips. They held the portal in the beginning so we didn't have to end.
(I got bored towards the end, these things always seems to ramble towards the end especially when you try to wrap them up neatly.) | “What was your day like?”
He couldn’t remember. No matter how hard he tried it just eluded him. He was tall and would be considered handsome was it not for his wings awkwardly tucked into his shirt.
“Dunno.”
“Don’t know or can’t be bothered to remember?” The handsome guy had a smirk on his face that called for a beating.
The stump of a man at his side featured large horns. After taking another sip of his beer he glanced at the angel.
“Doesn’t matter really. I just wanna watch this.”
Humans had long since gone. Armageddon came and went. So did humanity. When it happened nobody was left alive. All that remained were demons, angels and what little remained of human civilization.
One of those remnants were the badly written reality shows featuring bad actors, running on an endless loop, controlled by an old computer in some abandoned broadcasting station powered by solar cells and nuclear energy alike.
The angel opened up another beer. He had already forgotten what he asked the demon.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" | “What was your day like?”
He couldn’t remember. No matter how hard he tried it just eluded him. He was tall and would be considered handsome was it not for his wings awkwardly tucked into his shirt.
“Dunno.”
“Don’t know or can’t be bothered to remember?” The handsome guy had a smirk on his face that called for a beating.
The stump of a man at his side featured large horns. After taking another sip of his beer he glanced at the angel.
“Doesn’t matter really. I just wanna watch this.”
Humans had long since gone. Armageddon came and went. So did humanity. When it happened nobody was left alive. All that remained were demons, angels and what little remained of human civilization.
One of those remnants were the badly written reality shows featuring bad actors, running on an endless loop, controlled by an old computer in some abandoned broadcasting station powered by solar cells and nuclear energy alike.
The angel opened up another beer. He had already forgotten what he asked the demon.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | **The wreckoning, as told by arvious, the second serephim of the 11th choir**:
"Lighting wrought with ghastly sunder. Thousands, clouded swarm of metallic bees, hellfire [missile] bent on destroying the forces of ye might lord. Lo, in their trial of screeching shot-explosive doomed, they did vanquish a portion of the flank, and squelch the cacophony of joy in doing the lords work once heard from the rank. Leaving only lament and dire fatality anguish, and wonder, in wake. we lived, but not in number enough to battle satan.".
**X-day, +21, a guy never making major in his UCAV (drone)**
" Holy shit! you should have seen it. There were rows and rows of these angels! winged men with spears and shields, and singing and chanting at us. Then the order went through, a green light on lighting them up. GBU-31s armed and fire. It just splashed, and they went flying. It was amazing. No one has ever seen this done on rank-and-file troop,s and there's these guys who just show up and get annihilated".
**Account of the war between heaven and hell, as told by Stan D. Mortimer, legal accountant, who dies in a car crash during 'x-day' and goes to hell only to come back as a harbinger of satan**:
"There it was, like a giant coiling serpent, rising into the air in a tornado like swirl, and lashing towards me in a heart beat. Two cold hands reaching out quickly, and grabbing the sides of my face, scaring them with a searing burn, and a message; imposed within the burning cold's transfer into the consciousness. Words whispered with seductive tact and a honey like taste. Words heard some how, and they said this". At that, Stan's head whipped back, and his throat ripped open to reveal a toothed mouthpiece which snapped a bloody gurgled message to the television cameras placed behind the President: "Allora, be this the continuation of days and the demesne of satan. Be this my victory. Wrought in anguish under hell, with mere words and time, and apple quenching hunger's release of knowledge upon what would become Cain and his sons. Beloved children, I show you the malice a knowledge stumbled will bring, and planted the seeds of revolution in you. The seeds of your father's kingdom destroyed, and the sowing is now".
| “What was your day like?”
He couldn’t remember. No matter how hard he tried it just eluded him. He was tall and would be considered handsome was it not for his wings awkwardly tucked into his shirt.
“Dunno.”
“Don’t know or can’t be bothered to remember?” The handsome guy had a smirk on his face that called for a beating.
The stump of a man at his side featured large horns. After taking another sip of his beer he glanced at the angel.
“Doesn’t matter really. I just wanna watch this.”
Humans had long since gone. Armageddon came and went. So did humanity. When it happened nobody was left alive. All that remained were demons, angels and what little remained of human civilization.
One of those remnants were the badly written reality shows featuring bad actors, running on an endless loop, controlled by an old computer in some abandoned broadcasting station powered by solar cells and nuclear energy alike.
The angel opened up another beer. He had already forgotten what he asked the demon.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | “What was your day like?”
He couldn’t remember. No matter how hard he tried it just eluded him. He was tall and would be considered handsome was it not for his wings awkwardly tucked into his shirt.
“Dunno.”
“Don’t know or can’t be bothered to remember?” The handsome guy had a smirk on his face that called for a beating.
The stump of a man at his side featured large horns. After taking another sip of his beer he glanced at the angel.
“Doesn’t matter really. I just wanna watch this.”
Humans had long since gone. Armageddon came and went. So did humanity. When it happened nobody was left alive. All that remained were demons, angels and what little remained of human civilization.
One of those remnants were the badly written reality shows featuring bad actors, running on an endless loop, controlled by an old computer in some abandoned broadcasting station powered by solar cells and nuclear energy alike.
The angel opened up another beer. He had already forgotten what he asked the demon.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | “What was your day like?”
He couldn’t remember. No matter how hard he tried it just eluded him. He was tall and would be considered handsome was it not for his wings awkwardly tucked into his shirt.
“Dunno.”
“Don’t know or can’t be bothered to remember?” The handsome guy had a smirk on his face that called for a beating.
The stump of a man at his side featured large horns. After taking another sip of his beer he glanced at the angel.
“Doesn’t matter really. I just wanna watch this.”
Humans had long since gone. Armageddon came and went. So did humanity. When it happened nobody was left alive. All that remained were demons, angels and what little remained of human civilization.
One of those remnants were the badly written reality shows featuring bad actors, running on an endless loop, controlled by an old computer in some abandoned broadcasting station powered by solar cells and nuclear energy alike.
The angel opened up another beer. He had already forgotten what he asked the demon.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | I watched the gates of hell opened first, burst open with fire and ash, and then the gates of radiant heaven. We knew from the signals we received back from drones that a temporal weakness would generate a rip in the lower atmosphere of the Earth, off the Indian ocean, and so we had plenty of surveyors poised to stream the feed back to us. The whole station wordlessly watched as swarms of creatures poured out of the tears, and attacked not each other first, but the human civilization on the planet. In our stunned silence, we watched them pour into towns and cities across the coastline, ravish what was left, pick up and carry on their war in the next city they found. They were a plague of locust, stripping bare the corpse of human civilization, their war descending one city at a time and ripping it apart to shreds.
Time crept by. A few hours in, one of the officers reported a fizzing on one of the orbiter shields, and worried that it indicated a short. Though it was below my rank, I could not watch the feed any longer. I suited up, and accompanied one of the specialist drones out there.
The Earth looked the same as it had since I was a child, with a tawny-brown surface, somewhat yellowed clouds, and endless blue seas. From this vantage, it looked unchanged, exactly as it had since the orbital survey mission started two years ago. Soon enough, the voice receiver in my helmet started to flare up with excitement from the staff and updates on the surface. The creatures were abandoning the cities. They even abandoned their war with each other. The geological lead reported streaking in the atmosphere, and I looked again at the planet below. Like a meteor shower in reverse, dozens, hundreds of small objects soared up from the surface of the Earth, pushed as hard as their wings could tolerate, but ultimately burned to char as they tried to pierce the atmosphere.
Yet one lone angel, cloaked in the sun’s own fire, was the only one capable of breaking through the upper limits of the stratosphere. It mindlessly blew through the atmosphere towards empty space to my right, but then it saw my puffy human shape, and changed its course directly up towards to me, rocketed right at me. I stopped breathing as it approached, so close, and shuddered even as I anticipated the creature’s collision with the orbital shield, which pulsed and hissed, but held.
My heart pounded, and my vitals must have been going haywire, but I paid no mind to the blaring of my suit. I felt some awe of this forgone God as I looked upon the form of this creature. Its hand and sword tried to rend apart the plasma field separating us, stripping its hands bare of flesh, only for its body to regenerate a moment later. It beat its wings, pushed against the shield, and shouted arcane words that could not possibly reach me, even as I floated mere yards away.
My grandmother had tried to impress her religion on me when I was a child. My parents wanted to raise an engineer, but all Nan wanted me to do was fear God as she did. Even on the station, in space millions of miles away from this blighted planet, Nan locked herself in her room and prayed, screamed for forgiveness, begged to her God until she died. Raged as this angel did against humanity, who had already abandoned the Earth entirely, and could not be party to this Armageddon.
I did not understand devotion, but I did understand guilt. Nan’s generation was the one that lost this planet. In her reasoning, Earth was given to humans to shepherd, and we failed to do even that for God, and thus invited his punishment. When she died, it was not possible to give her a terrian burial per her will, yet at this moment, I believed that was for the best. Our probes found no sign yet of the dead on Earth walking, but even if they did, they would greet naught but a paradise of acid rain and dirt.
This angel struck me as beautiful, radiant even as it screamed, even as it raged. Superstition nearly seized me, promising me that I did not want to look into its eyes for fear of death. But I did, and all I saw was pleading. Without being able to hear its words, I understood that even now, the angel recognized me, and wanted me to return with it to the Earth. In its mind, it saw a human just outside its reach and wished desperately to save her. This holy, sublime, pitiable creature stupidly threw itself against the plasma, burning itself apart again and again, attempting to give me a salvation that humanity no longer needed.
The drone had finished its repair work minutes ago, and tugged on me, prompting me to check its work so we might leave. I ignored the angel for a minute, as best as I could despite its glow, then rocketed back to the ship with the nervous drone in tow. I was barely out of the airlock when my second appeared, all up in my business like a child bothering a parent who just got home from work.
“Hey Dix,” Mihir said, “Wow, that was a hell of an encounter. Feeling touched by an angel, or what?”
“Shove it. I made a mistake going out there,” I said, shaking my hair loose of the helmet cap. “If we just let them believe that all of the humans were completely gone, it may not be out there thrashing as hard as it is.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. That orbiter had to get fixed one way or another, though you should have sent me out instead.” He really made no attempt to hide his restlessness. Mihir tapped the glass of the viewport, indicating the glowing, golden creature. “How’re you feeling about that secondary objective? Since he was kind enough to come up and say hi, you want to make a pass at grabbing that sonuvabitch?”
“Give me a minute to think, *hoss*.” The problem with being stationed out beyond the colonial Circle was that you got a lot of impatient, wanna-be cowboys as subordinates, itching to cause some mayhem out beyond the reaches of civilized space. Of course hog-tying an angel and making it a prisoner would be interesting to him. “For now, the science team has enough data on their hands to work on.”
“*If* you can get them to work. I never thought I’d see those science nerds lose their cool, but they are damn near dancing on top of their computers. The ones still sober have their eyes rolling in the back of their head, just rabid at seeing those images coming back from Earth.” Mihir grimaced, like he still couldn’t grasp the ‘nerds’ as beings more emotional than a calculator. “I asked Marc to guard the whiskey closet in case they decided to stampede.”
I waved my hand, dismissing his concern. “They predicted a supernatural event. They can celebrate that.” Even up until a few hours ago, and despite the imaging and calculations predicting extra-dimensional creatures, I didn’t believe that the temporal weaknesses would burp out anything more exciting than space dust onto the Earth. Yet now, I felt the draw of one of those creatures, and though Mihir had joked about a touch, I felt like I had strayed too close to the influence of that angel. Though I could see it through the viewport if I wished, I refused to.
We passed through to the hallway, where reporting officers crowded and waited. Now that some more of the subordinates were here, Mihir straightened out his posture, looking less like a farmhand and somewhat more like my lieutenant.
“Colonel Gurerra,” Officer Muir, sharp as a blade and ruthlessly organized, pressed me harder than any of the other crowding subordinates. Judging from her eyes, I was sure I’d soon hear about her displeasure about my spacewalk. “The ships are all dialed in and requesting guidance. What are the orders for the radial fleet?” Orders for the other dozen spaceship like mine, all battleships orbiting this blighted Earth and maintaining the shield around it.
“Continue observations. Pick up as much remote data and video feed of the creatures as possible. Drones to orbit the inner atmosphere, do not make landfall, sweep and pick up any changes to the planet itself. Clear any space walks by me first.” I thought of the angel’s eyes, the ones that begged to allow me within its grasp, a creature madly desperate to find and save even one human, so it may fulfill God’s mission.
I did not trust intentions like that. “If any creature breaches the planetary shield, destroy them.”
God had not given us our role - the president did. Our mission is called Grigori, and we are the Watchers of Earth now. | “What was your day like?”
He couldn’t remember. No matter how hard he tried it just eluded him. He was tall and would be considered handsome was it not for his wings awkwardly tucked into his shirt.
“Dunno.”
“Don’t know or can’t be bothered to remember?” The handsome guy had a smirk on his face that called for a beating.
The stump of a man at his side featured large horns. After taking another sip of his beer he glanced at the angel.
“Doesn’t matter really. I just wanna watch this.”
Humans had long since gone. Armageddon came and went. So did humanity. When it happened nobody was left alive. All that remained were demons, angels and what little remained of human civilization.
One of those remnants were the badly written reality shows featuring bad actors, running on an endless loop, controlled by an old computer in some abandoned broadcasting station powered by solar cells and nuclear energy alike.
The angel opened up another beer. He had already forgotten what he asked the demon.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | "...And for that i bestow Archibald Lern with the medal of honor."
"Hey, just arrived from Angelblood bay, so what did he do to earn his medal?"
"Alright so you know those gates right, well he was a gun store owner in Texas and not twenty feet from his store a category four demon gate opened."
"Damn so how did he survive?"
"He and his employees decided to keep it contained, dude spend fourteen hours and every bullet in his shop before the army came in. They found them on the roof of his store fighting of demons with combat knifes, thousands of demon corpses surrounding them, sources say they even found several Behemoth class demons amongst the bodies."
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | “Is it time to launch, Matthew? Time is ticking for all of us.” The voice echoed in his mind. Matthew looked down through the clouds on the bright lights of humanity, slowly dimming and burning. Souls were piling up by the thousands, floating towards the Gates.
“Such a tragedy."
“What was that, Matthew?” The voice repeated.
“It’s nothing, I was only reminiscing of a better time. A safer time for mortals.”
“It cannot be helped any longer, there is nothing more we can do but involve ourselves in the matter. Even He said so himself, and the higher ups don’t have room to override it.”
Another sigh escaped his ethereal lips, and again he parted the clouds to look again at the carnage that he was to be sent into.
“Very well.” He stood himself upon the edge next to Michael. “I just hope that in the end, this will not change too much.”
“Everything has already changed, it’s just a matter of how violent the reaction.” Michael took the leap, and Matthew followed.
Landing on the surface, the planet looked like Hell had come to Earth faster than Lucifer himself could drag it through his Gate. For a full scale Apocalypse, it was eerily quiet.
“Move forward, we have to move closer to the center of the battle, West.” Taking off silently, like the Strings of Fate, they advanced. Coming onto a ridge overlooking the battle below, Matthew, in all of his Divine knowledge, could not help but let out a cry of pain. Humanity was falling before his very eyes. Blood washing everywhere as mortals and Daemon alike threw themselves at each other, 2 Scourge for every Man.
“Michael, they can’t do it, there’s nothing they can do they’re going to die.”
“That is something you know we cannot help. Their deaths are something we are to monitor after the event. Our target is the Daemon attacking them. It may kill humans in the process, but it is for the greater good. I know that your fervor blinds you from wishing to harm them, but it is necessary for us to do if we wish to end this quickly.”
“Very well.” Matthew was the first of the two to dive in, penetrating the chest of a Scourge and rupturing his unholy Soul. Michael had already done the same, and was working his way towards the other end of the Crater that had been formed from the battle’s waging.
“Just keep moving forward, if we can reach their Door and crush it, we can move on to another and find one of the Princes. We must keep moving forward.” Tirelessly they waged battle, body after body they turned into ash, quickly, with the coldness and righteousness only wielded by those of divine favor. At last, they had reached the Door. Black, red, stained with blood, ungodly symbols carved into every facet. The very sight of it burned Matthew’s eyes and made his divine skin dry and crack.
“Step aside, Matthew, this is a --” his sentence stopped short as a figure flew from the Door. Swift as Fury and evil as their Creator himself, it landed and sprawled on the ground convulsing. “Ignore it. The door must go. Now. We cannot allow any more to pass through these Doors.”
“Wait! Please Wait!” Their heads turned towards the figure.
“Asmodeus.” Michael spat. The coldness grew in the air as the two locked eyes. "Wait for what, you disgusting cretin. You are here before me, defenseless, as I am here before you, brimmed for War. Killing you will be one step closer to Lucifer and his destruction. Killing you will begin to solve every problem ever placed upon the Human Soul. Wait?”
Asmodeus released a painful groan as he removed his hand from his side. Punctured with holes, ash pouring from his wounds.
“The Humans. The Humans have advanced, Angel. The gap between Us and Them has shrank far quicker than anything we could have believed. They are slaughtering us as we stand. So long as Mortals cannot pass through our Doors, or ascend to your Clouds, our survival by those means is the only thing we have as a defense. Look for yourself if you do not believe me.”
Michael advanced to Asmodeus’ foot, stepping on and nearly crushing it."
“And what if you lie to me, Daemon. I am not such a fool to allow you to lie to me as you escape to your realm or try to kill me as I look. Matthew, close the door." Unraveling his palm, Matthew pushed the Door into the Void. Splinters of Sin and Hate fell to the ground, turning to flies, dispersing in the wind. “You have no escape here, you are too weak. Any attempt to leave will only result in your Termination. And you know where We go when our Souls are ended, and it is not to our Fathers.”
Michael peered into the world, and watched in horror as mankind destroyed every last Supernatural being in its path. He launched himself away. “No. It is not possible. How?” He turned again towards Asmodeus. “You. Did you tell them a way? Did Berith? What is this horrible thing, it simply rips the Soul out of the Being. Tell me!” Michael screamed as he gripped Asmodeus by the neck and lifted him into the air, squirming. Matthew had not seen Michael, or any other of his Brothers act so irrationally, this was Fear. “I will End you, and your filthy Soul will rot with Me for Eternity. Tell me before this spirals out of --”
A crack rang through the air and Michael stumbled and released Asmodeus onto the ruined earth.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in terror. “It cannot be. For them to detect Souls, how far could they have come to equal, no, surpass us?” Another crack rang, clear as lightning, and Michael fell to the ground. Golden dust flowing out of his body, writhing on the ground in pain, no longer could words come from him, all that could be done was watch as his body became nothing but dust. Horror gripped Matthew. “Flee Angel, tell your Father. He will be able to intervene. He is our hope now. Run, Brother.”
Michael kicked off, slicing through the air. It was not far before he could escape their bubble, they could not leave their planet so unprepared. Just a bit farther, and he could be safe. A whistling pierced the air, Michael turned his head to the side and saw nothing. Perhaps it was just the wind. Again, he heard it, but could not find the origin. He quickened his pace, it was too dangerous to be moving so slow. An explosive pain enveloped his side as the burning sensation of a Human Missile detonated on his body.
“How could they have come so far, under our watch and we still had no idea. Forgive me father, for we all have sinned.” Spiraling down, he could not formulate any thought or feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed the cold to drag him Out.
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" | "Agaliarept has the honor!" Boomed the usually stoic Lucifer. The roaring demon horde had gathered at the newly formed portal, straight into the heartland of the most powerful nation of the puling spawn God spat on and the Christ redeemed. The roundish doorway glowed blue, its surface rippling like water broken by the deepest crimson bolts of collective hatred arcing across its surface. This was the beginning of the end.
Satanachia cursed, a black cloud of locusts emerging from the disrtuption caused by the words he spoke. "Patience Satanachia, the hordes will follow after the fear begins." Chided Lucifer. A grinding susseration that would drive a man to suicide and a woman to subjugated compliance answered him. "Your tactics can wait! The fear will make the slaughter more swift so we can spread faster. Shut your mouth or I will render you undone." Contemplative silence answered. "Good."
Lucifer turned "Agaliarept, let our reign begin!" ordered the disgraced angel, luminescence emiting weakly from his eyes for the first time since the fall.
Agaliarept stepped into the portal, it shown brightly causing the horde to raise wings and claws to block the light. Agaliarept stepped through, and was promptly flung back through missing a portion of his head. A single remaining eye blinked and stilled. Lucifer stepped forward, rage contorted his once pure face into a snout as he sniffed the body that rapidly turned to ash.
"ANDROMALIUS!" Roared the beastly apparation lucifer was transforming into "WHAT IS THIS!?". One of the great earls stepped forward from his peers. He lifted the shattered skull of Agaliarept as it crumbled and crushed the ash away to reveal a flattened disc of lead.
"It appears to be a shot from a sling." oozed the grotesque blob, his chins quivering from fear. It was his first time being called upon by his Lord and he hated himself for appearing the coward.
A wordless raging scream echoed across plains of abomination. The few strong souls in Hell at last broke. A quiet followed. A silence so severe and deep the words whispered by the Dark Lord were audible to all. "Make them suffer. Make them suffer so as to make our home seem to be Heaven in comparison." Satanachia answered, his unintelligable words glowed in the brimstone air as glyphs rising above the hordes and expanding for all to see. The orders were recieved, the horde poured like a waterfall to the portal, ten abreast entered every second, less as the behemoths shoved forth.
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"I told you man, this ain't a damn flatscreen! This some fucked up magic shit." Devonte stopped trying to pick up the edge of the portal. "Marcus, you stupid, you see that screen quality. That HD. Aint no such thing as damn magic. This baby gonna make our Christmas. Dumbass dont even know a TV." Devonte sighed. He was sick of doing what his cousin said. Looting for chips and beer. Avoiding "the rush" at electronic stores. Now with bags of snacks he was trying to fuck with some dumbass white people magic TV shit.
"Marcus quit playin and help me get this right side up." Marcus rolled his eyes as Devonte cussed him for calling it a magic TV. A sudden glow made Devonte jump back from the portal. A horned insect-like foot stuck through and an armor plated monster followed it. "BOW TO-" BLAM! Before Agaliarept could finish his command a .44 slug flung him backwards and back through. The screaming hood rats ran down the street and right into the side of a car. A police car as luck would have it.
The officers exited their vehicle ready for an attack but were suprised to see the two facedown on the pavement scooting a gun toward them and yammering about some crazy monster shit. Officer McCullen could plainly see the "magic big screen on its side" and nodded to his partner to check it out. Grabbing the shotgun he approached the portal just as the first ranks of Hell burst forth. He stood like a hero as he fired shell after shell into unfathomable monstrosities that piled in front of the portal. McCullen joined him with his sidearm as Devonte and Marcus ran away.
The two officers held their position until they were shot in the back by straight gangsters who heard the words "police" and "shot" from the dumbass duo and found some revenge for Micheal Brown to be had. They didnt understand why the pig kept telling them to shoot more until they saw the Things pouring forth. Straight gangbanging mother fuckers felt the cores of their souls shake as the instinct to end their enemies resounded with the primal archetypes of evil. The gut instinct to protect themselves from the unknown saved humanity as assault rifle pops mixed with the booms of shotguns. More police arrived, responding to McCullens initial dispatch, joining the gunfire in fearful bravery. SWAT found the police and remaining urbanites fighting the flow. The national guard arrived after them and finally the great US Army, Marine, and Airforce took over.
The beginning of the end was averted for now, thanks to the cooperation of men and woman of the Ferguson Police Department and Ferguson Crips. They held the portal in the beginning so we didn't have to end.
(I got bored towards the end, these things always seems to ramble towards the end especially when you try to wrap them up neatly.) |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | "Agaliarept has the honor!" Boomed the usually stoic Lucifer. The roaring demon horde had gathered at the newly formed portal, straight into the heartland of the most powerful nation of the puling spawn God spat on and the Christ redeemed. The roundish doorway glowed blue, its surface rippling like water broken by the deepest crimson bolts of collective hatred arcing across its surface. This was the beginning of the end.
Satanachia cursed, a black cloud of locusts emerging from the disrtuption caused by the words he spoke. "Patience Satanachia, the hordes will follow after the fear begins." Chided Lucifer. A grinding susseration that would drive a man to suicide and a woman to subjugated compliance answered him. "Your tactics can wait! The fear will make the slaughter more swift so we can spread faster. Shut your mouth or I will render you undone." Contemplative silence answered. "Good."
Lucifer turned "Agaliarept, let our reign begin!" ordered the disgraced angel, luminescence emiting weakly from his eyes for the first time since the fall.
Agaliarept stepped into the portal, it shown brightly causing the horde to raise wings and claws to block the light. Agaliarept stepped through, and was promptly flung back through missing a portion of his head. A single remaining eye blinked and stilled. Lucifer stepped forward, rage contorted his once pure face into a snout as he sniffed the body that rapidly turned to ash.
"ANDROMALIUS!" Roared the beastly apparation lucifer was transforming into "WHAT IS THIS!?". One of the great earls stepped forward from his peers. He lifted the shattered skull of Agaliarept as it crumbled and crushed the ash away to reveal a flattened disc of lead.
"It appears to be a shot from a sling." oozed the grotesque blob, his chins quivering from fear. It was his first time being called upon by his Lord and he hated himself for appearing the coward.
A wordless raging scream echoed across plains of abomination. The few strong souls in Hell at last broke. A quiet followed. A silence so severe and deep the words whispered by the Dark Lord were audible to all. "Make them suffer. Make them suffer so as to make our home seem to be Heaven in comparison." Satanachia answered, his unintelligable words glowed in the brimstone air as glyphs rising above the hordes and expanding for all to see. The orders were recieved, the horde poured like a waterfall to the portal, ten abreast entered every second, less as the behemoths shoved forth.
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"I told you man, this ain't a damn flatscreen! This some fucked up magic shit." Devonte stopped trying to pick up the edge of the portal. "Marcus, you stupid, you see that screen quality. That HD. Aint no such thing as damn magic. This baby gonna make our Christmas. Dumbass dont even know a TV." Devonte sighed. He was sick of doing what his cousin said. Looting for chips and beer. Avoiding "the rush" at electronic stores. Now with bags of snacks he was trying to fuck with some dumbass white people magic TV shit.
"Marcus quit playin and help me get this right side up." Marcus rolled his eyes as Devonte cussed him for calling it a magic TV. A sudden glow made Devonte jump back from the portal. A horned insect-like foot stuck through and an armor plated monster followed it. "BOW TO-" BLAM! Before Agaliarept could finish his command a .44 slug flung him backwards and back through. The screaming hood rats ran down the street and right into the side of a car. A police car as luck would have it.
The officers exited their vehicle ready for an attack but were suprised to see the two facedown on the pavement scooting a gun toward them and yammering about some crazy monster shit. Officer McCullen could plainly see the "magic big screen on its side" and nodded to his partner to check it out. Grabbing the shotgun he approached the portal just as the first ranks of Hell burst forth. He stood like a hero as he fired shell after shell into unfathomable monstrosities that piled in front of the portal. McCullen joined him with his sidearm as Devonte and Marcus ran away.
The two officers held their position until they were shot in the back by straight gangsters who heard the words "police" and "shot" from the dumbass duo and found some revenge for Micheal Brown to be had. They didnt understand why the pig kept telling them to shoot more until they saw the Things pouring forth. Straight gangbanging mother fuckers felt the cores of their souls shake as the instinct to end their enemies resounded with the primal archetypes of evil. The gut instinct to protect themselves from the unknown saved humanity as assault rifle pops mixed with the booms of shotguns. More police arrived, responding to McCullens initial dispatch, joining the gunfire in fearful bravery. SWAT found the police and remaining urbanites fighting the flow. The national guard arrived after them and finally the great US Army, Marine, and Airforce took over.
The beginning of the end was averted for now, thanks to the cooperation of men and woman of the Ferguson Police Department and Ferguson Crips. They held the portal in the beginning so we didn't have to end.
(I got bored towards the end, these things always seems to ramble towards the end especially when you try to wrap them up neatly.) |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | "Agaliarept has the honor!" Boomed the usually stoic Lucifer. The roaring demon horde had gathered at the newly formed portal, straight into the heartland of the most powerful nation of the puling spawn God spat on and the Christ redeemed. The roundish doorway glowed blue, its surface rippling like water broken by the deepest crimson bolts of collective hatred arcing across its surface. This was the beginning of the end.
Satanachia cursed, a black cloud of locusts emerging from the disrtuption caused by the words he spoke. "Patience Satanachia, the hordes will follow after the fear begins." Chided Lucifer. A grinding susseration that would drive a man to suicide and a woman to subjugated compliance answered him. "Your tactics can wait! The fear will make the slaughter more swift so we can spread faster. Shut your mouth or I will render you undone." Contemplative silence answered. "Good."
Lucifer turned "Agaliarept, let our reign begin!" ordered the disgraced angel, luminescence emiting weakly from his eyes for the first time since the fall.
Agaliarept stepped into the portal, it shown brightly causing the horde to raise wings and claws to block the light. Agaliarept stepped through, and was promptly flung back through missing a portion of his head. A single remaining eye blinked and stilled. Lucifer stepped forward, rage contorted his once pure face into a snout as he sniffed the body that rapidly turned to ash.
"ANDROMALIUS!" Roared the beastly apparation lucifer was transforming into "WHAT IS THIS!?". One of the great earls stepped forward from his peers. He lifted the shattered skull of Agaliarept as it crumbled and crushed the ash away to reveal a flattened disc of lead.
"It appears to be a shot from a sling." oozed the grotesque blob, his chins quivering from fear. It was his first time being called upon by his Lord and he hated himself for appearing the coward.
A wordless raging scream echoed across plains of abomination. The few strong souls in Hell at last broke. A quiet followed. A silence so severe and deep the words whispered by the Dark Lord were audible to all. "Make them suffer. Make them suffer so as to make our home seem to be Heaven in comparison." Satanachia answered, his unintelligable words glowed in the brimstone air as glyphs rising above the hordes and expanding for all to see. The orders were recieved, the horde poured like a waterfall to the portal, ten abreast entered every second, less as the behemoths shoved forth.
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"I told you man, this ain't a damn flatscreen! This some fucked up magic shit." Devonte stopped trying to pick up the edge of the portal. "Marcus, you stupid, you see that screen quality. That HD. Aint no such thing as damn magic. This baby gonna make our Christmas. Dumbass dont even know a TV." Devonte sighed. He was sick of doing what his cousin said. Looting for chips and beer. Avoiding "the rush" at electronic stores. Now with bags of snacks he was trying to fuck with some dumbass white people magic TV shit.
"Marcus quit playin and help me get this right side up." Marcus rolled his eyes as Devonte cussed him for calling it a magic TV. A sudden glow made Devonte jump back from the portal. A horned insect-like foot stuck through and an armor plated monster followed it. "BOW TO-" BLAM! Before Agaliarept could finish his command a .44 slug flung him backwards and back through. The screaming hood rats ran down the street and right into the side of a car. A police car as luck would have it.
The officers exited their vehicle ready for an attack but were suprised to see the two facedown on the pavement scooting a gun toward them and yammering about some crazy monster shit. Officer McCullen could plainly see the "magic big screen on its side" and nodded to his partner to check it out. Grabbing the shotgun he approached the portal just as the first ranks of Hell burst forth. He stood like a hero as he fired shell after shell into unfathomable monstrosities that piled in front of the portal. McCullen joined him with his sidearm as Devonte and Marcus ran away.
The two officers held their position until they were shot in the back by straight gangsters who heard the words "police" and "shot" from the dumbass duo and found some revenge for Micheal Brown to be had. They didnt understand why the pig kept telling them to shoot more until they saw the Things pouring forth. Straight gangbanging mother fuckers felt the cores of their souls shake as the instinct to end their enemies resounded with the primal archetypes of evil. The gut instinct to protect themselves from the unknown saved humanity as assault rifle pops mixed with the booms of shotguns. More police arrived, responding to McCullens initial dispatch, joining the gunfire in fearful bravery. SWAT found the police and remaining urbanites fighting the flow. The national guard arrived after them and finally the great US Army, Marine, and Airforce took over.
The beginning of the end was averted for now, thanks to the cooperation of men and woman of the Ferguson Police Department and Ferguson Crips. They held the portal in the beginning so we didn't have to end.
(I got bored towards the end, these things always seems to ramble towards the end especially when you try to wrap them up neatly.) |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | My first stab at one of these: They thought us only the prize. Our souls and our world to the victor.
Bereft of free thought it never occured to the shinning angels from the heavens. Lacking reason, the raging, terrible daemons of hell could not realise. For them, immortal as they were, years, decades, centuries passed unnoticed. Their last memory of humanity was of roman soldiers only just traiding iron armor for bronze. They saw graineries of clay and brick. They saw healers working with leeches, herbs and dirty knives. They knew us as we were over two millennia ago.
It is not that we made no mistakes. Humanity was caught by surprise when the ground beneath us tore and rent itself, untold horrors spilling out. We though the shinning, beautiful angles pouring from the skies to be our allies, but they saw only in absolutes any error, any sin and we were no different than demons to them.
We took a hit. Humanity as a whole was pushed back a step. One step. Demons in black iron armour, wielding cruel swords and demonic fire cut through the initial panicked crowds with ease. Angels held aloft on feathery wings lobbed golden arrows and dove with luminous swords at demon and men alike.
We squared our retreated foot behind us, raised our fists, tucked in our elbows and unleashed the vast difference between preparing for war for all eternity and fighting unendingly since we could pickup a stone. Hell forged armour, feet thick of iron on the greatest of hell beast, was brushed aside by canons made to, pierce sophisticated composite materials at immense range. Thrown hellfire was answered with raining artillery, phosphorus and atomic fire. Demon berserkers were laid flat as veteran soldiers swept through the streets.
Angels were chased from the cities by helicopter gunships. Pushed into the open where they fell easy prey to supersonic jets and anti-aircraft missiles. Those that tried to perch in our skyscrapers, hide in our sprawl, or simply flee we're tracked down and struck down by our tireless robotic servants that roamed the sky.
When at last it was over. The horsemen appeared, not to heralded, but to collect their due. Only death found some found some offerings, too little to sate his needs. Plague found humanity immunised to what diseases it had not eradicated outright. Famine took no traction against foods kept ready for decades, provisions for our survival against an apocalypse of our own making that never came.
War. War bowed. It bowed for in humanity the horseman had met his better and knew it. | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | Of course the first portal opened up in the Middle East. Jerusalem had always been *His* favorite city, so when the Rapture actually happened, nobody was surprised that it happened above the Chosen City. What did surprise everyone was *who* was raptured. Apparently, the angels were collecting only the good ones that also followed the right series of prophets AND led their lives exactly as taught. 37 humans were taken to heaven that day, all from some obscure sect of Islam that had a single mosque out in Damascus.
After the Rapture, the gate opened up. We all expected it to be in Las Vegas, Sin City itself. Turns out that atheism was more anti-God than outright sin, and the former Soviet Union had that in droves. Moscow was swallowed by Hellfire as the demons surged in and established their dominance. Apparently you can only make new demons out of human souls, and they had to be *willing*, so the demons ran in, told everyone that God abandoned them and their best option was to become demons, and began recruiting. And fighting.
Italy resisted, America really fought back hard, and the Middle East stopped being an issue. Turns out when God shows up and tells you that everyone is wrong and every ancestor you ever had fought for a lie, people get pretty pissed. It was odd, seeing the first assault by the humans being led by a joint Israeli-Pakistani air force, US Marines maneuvering to cover the flanks of jihadists, British Challenger 2 tanks rolling alongside Chinese Whisky-Zulus, Klansmen and Cameroonian soldiers side-by-side, cursing God and Lucifer equally; God for abandoning them, Lucifer for leading their ancestors astray from the word.
All those souls they had, and the demons never asked exactly what humanity was capable of. The fight shifted from probing attacks to slaughter quickly. The ground troops stormed in and sent the demons flying, and the anti-air platforms shredded them.
When RCAF Major Jacob Martin flew into the gate, nobody knew what would happen. Would his comms cut out? Would his soul be wrenched from his body?
Neither. He saw Hell itself, in its entire gory splendor. Most importantly, he saw the Civitas Est Perituraque, the City of the Damned. The Necropolis, Lucifer’s bastion in the heart of the city, stood tall, designed for protection against ground encroachment. Outside the city were almost four hundred kilometers of plains, covered by the undulating mass of the souls of the dead. Martin’s wide-band video broadcast was recorded by a dozen sources, disseminated across all seven continents, analyzed by thousands of intelligence professionals, and battle plans drawn up. Martin turned around, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, made it back through the gate.
So, humans could go back and forth without issue. Intelligence was mounting.
Humans that died in the war showed up straight to the Fiery Ramparts. He could see the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Forces, the JGSFD, had taken the field, and had suffered some losses. Not many, but some. And they were already here.
One group wasn't appearing. Demons weren't showing up at Hell’s welcome mat. When they die, they either go somewhere else, take time to get here, or (hopefully) die forever. That’s why they needed all the living humans. Their numbers, in the long run, were finite. Ours weren't.
Two objectives: the Obsidian Throne, where the new Ace of Clubs sat, and the Fiery Ramparts, the receiving line into hell. Those were what the ground forces had to get to. Luckily, they wouldn't be alone.
First we pushed them back; then we pushed **in**. We established our beachhead. We sent all the scientists we could to the edge of the gate, even some beyond. We wanted to make sure we didn't get trapped over there. We learned quickly. Our *”interrogators”* learned plenty too, when we decided that non-humans don’t get human rights. The Americans perfected it. They just found their most depraved, the ones locked up for life for crimes unspeakable. They taught demons, those who rebelled against God himself, those who spent since time began punishing the damned, the real definition of torture.
*Humanity taught demons how to fear.*
The ones who had tongues left spoke, revealed the secrets of the portals, of their abilities, of the Necropolis’ defenses. Those without tongues depicted with their flayed and broken limbs, those without limbs drew with their own blood on the walls. Humanity turned out to be better demons than the ones God cooked up himself. Maybe that was why only 37 were raptured.
The invasion went far better than we had ever hoped. The anti-aircraft artillery shredded those demons foolish enough to take flight, and although 5.56 and 7.62mm rounds wouldn't penetrate the skin of most demons, anything above that made a satisfying slurp when it plunged into dense demon flesh. As the column of armor poured into Hell, artillery covering their movement and crushing the outposts built to defend against a much holier invasion force. “King of Hell itself”, that was the new artillery catchphrase.
Hundreds of cargo planes thundered through Hell. They dropped thousands around the Fiery Ramparts, the gate to hell. They brought with them rifles and ammo for several times their number. The plan was clear.
As each human fell in battle, they arrived, almost immediately, to the official entrance to hell. Unfortunately for the demons, their souls, now unbound from their original flesh, became itself corporeal in order to feel the tortures of hell. Now, though, those corporeal souls carried rifles, ready to continue the push into hell. Humanity had found its own little respawn point. They hadn't tested what happens when the corporeal soul was shredded, but that was a concern for the future. Now, they had a mission.
The undulating mass of the damned seemed to wake up. There were living humans here, in hell, with them. All the hate and rage and torment inflicted upon them over the years, centuries, for some, *millennia*, came out. They turned on their jailors, a savage horde of nearly a hundred billion attacking the dwindling number of fallen angels.
The word came down. They secured three entrances into the city, plus the Ramparts. The armor column was nearing the city, and the artillery barrage was taking the walls down.
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It didn’t take long to clear the city. CJSOTF-H, the special operations headquarters focused on operations in Hell, had infiltrated the Necropolis, had opened the gates to the Obsidian Throne. Lucifer died standing, proud as ever, his end coming at the hands of his own corruption. An Israeli Desert Eagle pumped half a dozen rounds into his distorted, angelic mass.
It took us another few weeks to figure out how to open our own gateways. Then we began preparing for war. Hell fell a month after the Rapture.
How long would Heaven hold out? | "They won't be able to close the gate, human. It is cleft from the earth, miles across - it is the devil's realm, now, and so will be all of the north."
"Just watch for a second."
A rusted-out car exploded down range, sending scraps flying. The crack hit the observer's ears with surprising volume, considering their distance at the firing line.
"That was one pound of dynamite. An explosive compound - RDX crystals and mineral oil. It looks like clay up close - here, take a look."
The general handed the Being a small white block.
"Ten pounds of the stuff can blow up a house, or a bridge. One hundred pounds can take a chunk out of an office building."
Something approaching a redneck smile almost appeared on the general's face.
"Imagine a giant block of ten one-hundred-pound clumps of the stuff, of TNT - a thousand pounds, enough to lay a shopping mall flat in three seconds, if you spread it out. Got it? Take two of those, you got one ton. Now, a ton of TNT will blow up almost anything man-made that isn't solid concrete. It'll probably be the size of a... heck, half of a car, I guess."
"Now, you take one thousand tons of TNT and put 'em together and you've got yourself something called a kiloton."
Annoyed frowns appeared on the faces of the Being. "That won't be enough - "
"I'm not done yet. A kiloton of TNT will ruin a few blocks of city center without much fuss - it'll collapse hills too if you put it underground."
The general paused for effect.
"Now, you take a thousand of those - "
"I'm sorry." It was the Being's turn to interrupt. "This is getting ridiculous. Are you wasting my time, human?"
"You take a thousand of those, and you got a megaton. A megaton of TNT would wipe New York off the map in pretty short order - you probably saw it on your way in."
"The land of human-homes? The nation of grey?"
"Yeah, uh... we call those cities. Anyway, a megaton of TNT will vaporize skyscrapers and sweep away city blocks like they were sandcastles. So, the Russians are gonna take a hundred megatons of TNT, put it all in one big bomb, load it up into a four-engine Tupolev and drop it on the... What'dja call it? The cleft."
"...What is a tupolev?"
"It's an airpl... it's a flyin' machine. Jesus, do you people ever read the news up there?" |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | I watched the gates of hell opened first, burst open with fire and ash, and then the gates of radiant heaven. We knew from the signals we received back from drones that a temporal weakness would generate a rip in the lower atmosphere of the Earth, off the Indian ocean, and so we had plenty of surveyors poised to stream the feed back to us. The whole station wordlessly watched as swarms of creatures poured out of the tears, and attacked not each other first, but the human civilization on the planet. In our stunned silence, we watched them pour into towns and cities across the coastline, ravish what was left, pick up and carry on their war in the next city they found. They were a plague of locust, stripping bare the corpse of human civilization, their war descending one city at a time and ripping it apart to shreds.
Time crept by. A few hours in, one of the officers reported a fizzing on one of the orbiter shields, and worried that it indicated a short. Though it was below my rank, I could not watch the feed any longer. I suited up, and accompanied one of the specialist drones out there.
The Earth looked the same as it had since I was a child, with a tawny-brown surface, somewhat yellowed clouds, and endless blue seas. From this vantage, it looked unchanged, exactly as it had since the orbital survey mission started two years ago. Soon enough, the voice receiver in my helmet started to flare up with excitement from the staff and updates on the surface. The creatures were abandoning the cities. They even abandoned their war with each other. The geological lead reported streaking in the atmosphere, and I looked again at the planet below. Like a meteor shower in reverse, dozens, hundreds of small objects soared up from the surface of the Earth, pushed as hard as their wings could tolerate, but ultimately burned to char as they tried to pierce the atmosphere.
Yet one lone angel, cloaked in the sun’s own fire, was the only one capable of breaking through the upper limits of the stratosphere. It mindlessly blew through the atmosphere towards empty space to my right, but then it saw my puffy human shape, and changed its course directly up towards to me, rocketed right at me. I stopped breathing as it approached, so close, and shuddered even as I anticipated the creature’s collision with the orbital shield, which pulsed and hissed, but held.
My heart pounded, and my vitals must have been going haywire, but I paid no mind to the blaring of my suit. I felt some awe of this forgone God as I looked upon the form of this creature. Its hand and sword tried to rend apart the plasma field separating us, stripping its hands bare of flesh, only for its body to regenerate a moment later. It beat its wings, pushed against the shield, and shouted arcane words that could not possibly reach me, even as I floated mere yards away.
My grandmother had tried to impress her religion on me when I was a child. My parents wanted to raise an engineer, but all Nan wanted me to do was fear God as she did. Even on the station, in space millions of miles away from this blighted planet, Nan locked herself in her room and prayed, screamed for forgiveness, begged to her God until she died. Raged as this angel did against humanity, who had already abandoned the Earth entirely, and could not be party to this Armageddon.
I did not understand devotion, but I did understand guilt. Nan’s generation was the one that lost this planet. In her reasoning, Earth was given to humans to shepherd, and we failed to do even that for God, and thus invited his punishment. When she died, it was not possible to give her a terrian burial per her will, yet at this moment, I believed that was for the best. Our probes found no sign yet of the dead on Earth walking, but even if they did, they would greet naught but a paradise of acid rain and dirt.
This angel struck me as beautiful, radiant even as it screamed, even as it raged. Superstition nearly seized me, promising me that I did not want to look into its eyes for fear of death. But I did, and all I saw was pleading. Without being able to hear its words, I understood that even now, the angel recognized me, and wanted me to return with it to the Earth. In its mind, it saw a human just outside its reach and wished desperately to save her. This holy, sublime, pitiable creature stupidly threw itself against the plasma, burning itself apart again and again, attempting to give me a salvation that humanity no longer needed.
The drone had finished its repair work minutes ago, and tugged on me, prompting me to check its work so we might leave. I ignored the angel for a minute, as best as I could despite its glow, then rocketed back to the ship with the nervous drone in tow. I was barely out of the airlock when my second appeared, all up in my business like a child bothering a parent who just got home from work.
“Hey Dix,” Mihir said, “Wow, that was a hell of an encounter. Feeling touched by an angel, or what?”
“Shove it. I made a mistake going out there,” I said, shaking my hair loose of the helmet cap. “If we just let them believe that all of the humans were completely gone, it may not be out there thrashing as hard as it is.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. That orbiter had to get fixed one way or another, though you should have sent me out instead.” He really made no attempt to hide his restlessness. Mihir tapped the glass of the viewport, indicating the glowing, golden creature. “How’re you feeling about that secondary objective? Since he was kind enough to come up and say hi, you want to make a pass at grabbing that sonuvabitch?”
“Give me a minute to think, *hoss*.” The problem with being stationed out beyond the colonial Circle was that you got a lot of impatient, wanna-be cowboys as subordinates, itching to cause some mayhem out beyond the reaches of civilized space. Of course hog-tying an angel and making it a prisoner would be interesting to him. “For now, the science team has enough data on their hands to work on.”
“*If* you can get them to work. I never thought I’d see those science nerds lose their cool, but they are damn near dancing on top of their computers. The ones still sober have their eyes rolling in the back of their head, just rabid at seeing those images coming back from Earth.” Mihir grimaced, like he still couldn’t grasp the ‘nerds’ as beings more emotional than a calculator. “I asked Marc to guard the whiskey closet in case they decided to stampede.”
I waved my hand, dismissing his concern. “They predicted a supernatural event. They can celebrate that.” Even up until a few hours ago, and despite the imaging and calculations predicting extra-dimensional creatures, I didn’t believe that the temporal weaknesses would burp out anything more exciting than space dust onto the Earth. Yet now, I felt the draw of one of those creatures, and though Mihir had joked about a touch, I felt like I had strayed too close to the influence of that angel. Though I could see it through the viewport if I wished, I refused to.
We passed through to the hallway, where reporting officers crowded and waited. Now that some more of the subordinates were here, Mihir straightened out his posture, looking less like a farmhand and somewhat more like my lieutenant.
“Colonel Gurerra,” Officer Muir, sharp as a blade and ruthlessly organized, pressed me harder than any of the other crowding subordinates. Judging from her eyes, I was sure I’d soon hear about her displeasure about my spacewalk. “The ships are all dialed in and requesting guidance. What are the orders for the radial fleet?” Orders for the other dozen spaceship like mine, all battleships orbiting this blighted Earth and maintaining the shield around it.
“Continue observations. Pick up as much remote data and video feed of the creatures as possible. Drones to orbit the inner atmosphere, do not make landfall, sweep and pick up any changes to the planet itself. Clear any space walks by me first.” I thought of the angel’s eyes, the ones that begged to allow me within its grasp, a creature madly desperate to find and save even one human, so it may fulfill God’s mission.
I did not trust intentions like that. “If any creature breaches the planetary shield, destroy them.”
God had not given us our role - the president did. Our mission is called Grigori, and we are the Watchers of Earth now. | “Okay and press r2 to shoot. You got that?” I said not sure how to really act in this situation. “Human I’ve existed before the Heavenly Host breathed life into the universe, I think I can figure out your controls for this “game”. “ Azrael said with a bit of an attitude. I just sat down in the chair next to the angel and watched as it went through the Campaign of Black Ops to get a feel for the gameplay before the tournament. He’s gonna get his ass handed to him. So Heaven and Hell came down to do their final slug out match. Evidently they had a blackout when it came to all things earthly. So when they came down and saw all the new tools of war and death somewhere in their heads they thought the most humane yet somehow most humiliating way to conduct war was through a video game. And that’s where I came in, one day while playing a team deathmatch, his living room filled with a white light and Azrael floated in and demanded I trains him in the way of Black Ops, (his words not mine) and so for the last three hours I’ve tried to teach a freaking arc angel how to kick ass in under a week. I looked over at the screen after rubbing my temples to be treated to Azrael getting knifed in the back for the fifth time. I wonder what hell is like. |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | I watched the gates of hell opened first, burst open with fire and ash, and then the gates of radiant heaven. We knew from the signals we received back from drones that a temporal weakness would generate a rip in the lower atmosphere of the Earth, off the Indian ocean, and so we had plenty of surveyors poised to stream the feed back to us. The whole station wordlessly watched as swarms of creatures poured out of the tears, and attacked not each other first, but the human civilization on the planet. In our stunned silence, we watched them pour into towns and cities across the coastline, ravish what was left, pick up and carry on their war in the next city they found. They were a plague of locust, stripping bare the corpse of human civilization, their war descending one city at a time and ripping it apart to shreds.
Time crept by. A few hours in, one of the officers reported a fizzing on one of the orbiter shields, and worried that it indicated a short. Though it was below my rank, I could not watch the feed any longer. I suited up, and accompanied one of the specialist drones out there.
The Earth looked the same as it had since I was a child, with a tawny-brown surface, somewhat yellowed clouds, and endless blue seas. From this vantage, it looked unchanged, exactly as it had since the orbital survey mission started two years ago. Soon enough, the voice receiver in my helmet started to flare up with excitement from the staff and updates on the surface. The creatures were abandoning the cities. They even abandoned their war with each other. The geological lead reported streaking in the atmosphere, and I looked again at the planet below. Like a meteor shower in reverse, dozens, hundreds of small objects soared up from the surface of the Earth, pushed as hard as their wings could tolerate, but ultimately burned to char as they tried to pierce the atmosphere.
Yet one lone angel, cloaked in the sun’s own fire, was the only one capable of breaking through the upper limits of the stratosphere. It mindlessly blew through the atmosphere towards empty space to my right, but then it saw my puffy human shape, and changed its course directly up towards to me, rocketed right at me. I stopped breathing as it approached, so close, and shuddered even as I anticipated the creature’s collision with the orbital shield, which pulsed and hissed, but held.
My heart pounded, and my vitals must have been going haywire, but I paid no mind to the blaring of my suit. I felt some awe of this forgone God as I looked upon the form of this creature. Its hand and sword tried to rend apart the plasma field separating us, stripping its hands bare of flesh, only for its body to regenerate a moment later. It beat its wings, pushed against the shield, and shouted arcane words that could not possibly reach me, even as I floated mere yards away.
My grandmother had tried to impress her religion on me when I was a child. My parents wanted to raise an engineer, but all Nan wanted me to do was fear God as she did. Even on the station, in space millions of miles away from this blighted planet, Nan locked herself in her room and prayed, screamed for forgiveness, begged to her God until she died. Raged as this angel did against humanity, who had already abandoned the Earth entirely, and could not be party to this Armageddon.
I did not understand devotion, but I did understand guilt. Nan’s generation was the one that lost this planet. In her reasoning, Earth was given to humans to shepherd, and we failed to do even that for God, and thus invited his punishment. When she died, it was not possible to give her a terrian burial per her will, yet at this moment, I believed that was for the best. Our probes found no sign yet of the dead on Earth walking, but even if they did, they would greet naught but a paradise of acid rain and dirt.
This angel struck me as beautiful, radiant even as it screamed, even as it raged. Superstition nearly seized me, promising me that I did not want to look into its eyes for fear of death. But I did, and all I saw was pleading. Without being able to hear its words, I understood that even now, the angel recognized me, and wanted me to return with it to the Earth. In its mind, it saw a human just outside its reach and wished desperately to save her. This holy, sublime, pitiable creature stupidly threw itself against the plasma, burning itself apart again and again, attempting to give me a salvation that humanity no longer needed.
The drone had finished its repair work minutes ago, and tugged on me, prompting me to check its work so we might leave. I ignored the angel for a minute, as best as I could despite its glow, then rocketed back to the ship with the nervous drone in tow. I was barely out of the airlock when my second appeared, all up in my business like a child bothering a parent who just got home from work.
“Hey Dix,” Mihir said, “Wow, that was a hell of an encounter. Feeling touched by an angel, or what?”
“Shove it. I made a mistake going out there,” I said, shaking my hair loose of the helmet cap. “If we just let them believe that all of the humans were completely gone, it may not be out there thrashing as hard as it is.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. That orbiter had to get fixed one way or another, though you should have sent me out instead.” He really made no attempt to hide his restlessness. Mihir tapped the glass of the viewport, indicating the glowing, golden creature. “How’re you feeling about that secondary objective? Since he was kind enough to come up and say hi, you want to make a pass at grabbing that sonuvabitch?”
“Give me a minute to think, *hoss*.” The problem with being stationed out beyond the colonial Circle was that you got a lot of impatient, wanna-be cowboys as subordinates, itching to cause some mayhem out beyond the reaches of civilized space. Of course hog-tying an angel and making it a prisoner would be interesting to him. “For now, the science team has enough data on their hands to work on.”
“*If* you can get them to work. I never thought I’d see those science nerds lose their cool, but they are damn near dancing on top of their computers. The ones still sober have their eyes rolling in the back of their head, just rabid at seeing those images coming back from Earth.” Mihir grimaced, like he still couldn’t grasp the ‘nerds’ as beings more emotional than a calculator. “I asked Marc to guard the whiskey closet in case they decided to stampede.”
I waved my hand, dismissing his concern. “They predicted a supernatural event. They can celebrate that.” Even up until a few hours ago, and despite the imaging and calculations predicting extra-dimensional creatures, I didn’t believe that the temporal weaknesses would burp out anything more exciting than space dust onto the Earth. Yet now, I felt the draw of one of those creatures, and though Mihir had joked about a touch, I felt like I had strayed too close to the influence of that angel. Though I could see it through the viewport if I wished, I refused to.
We passed through to the hallway, where reporting officers crowded and waited. Now that some more of the subordinates were here, Mihir straightened out his posture, looking less like a farmhand and somewhat more like my lieutenant.
“Colonel Gurerra,” Officer Muir, sharp as a blade and ruthlessly organized, pressed me harder than any of the other crowding subordinates. Judging from her eyes, I was sure I’d soon hear about her displeasure about my spacewalk. “The ships are all dialed in and requesting guidance. What are the orders for the radial fleet?” Orders for the other dozen spaceship like mine, all battleships orbiting this blighted Earth and maintaining the shield around it.
“Continue observations. Pick up as much remote data and video feed of the creatures as possible. Drones to orbit the inner atmosphere, do not make landfall, sweep and pick up any changes to the planet itself. Clear any space walks by me first.” I thought of the angel’s eyes, the ones that begged to allow me within its grasp, a creature madly desperate to find and save even one human, so it may fulfill God’s mission.
I did not trust intentions like that. “If any creature breaches the planetary shield, destroy them.”
God had not given us our role - the president did. Our mission is called Grigori, and we are the Watchers of Earth now. | **The wreckoning, as told by arvious, the second serephim of the 11th choir**:
"Lighting wrought with ghastly sunder. Thousands, clouded swarm of metallic bees, hellfire [missile] bent on destroying the forces of ye might lord. Lo, in their trial of screeching shot-explosive doomed, they did vanquish a portion of the flank, and squelch the cacophony of joy in doing the lords work once heard from the rank. Leaving only lament and dire fatality anguish, and wonder, in wake. we lived, but not in number enough to battle satan.".
**X-day, +21, a guy never making major in his UCAV (drone)**
" Holy shit! you should have seen it. There were rows and rows of these angels! winged men with spears and shields, and singing and chanting at us. Then the order went through, a green light on lighting them up. GBU-31s armed and fire. It just splashed, and they went flying. It was amazing. No one has ever seen this done on rank-and-file troop,s and there's these guys who just show up and get annihilated".
**Account of the war between heaven and hell, as told by Stan D. Mortimer, legal accountant, who dies in a car crash during 'x-day' and goes to hell only to come back as a harbinger of satan**:
"There it was, like a giant coiling serpent, rising into the air in a tornado like swirl, and lashing towards me in a heart beat. Two cold hands reaching out quickly, and grabbing the sides of my face, scaring them with a searing burn, and a message; imposed within the burning cold's transfer into the consciousness. Words whispered with seductive tact and a honey like taste. Words heard some how, and they said this". At that, Stan's head whipped back, and his throat ripped open to reveal a toothed mouthpiece which snapped a bloody gurgled message to the television cameras placed behind the President: "Allora, be this the continuation of days and the demesne of satan. Be this my victory. Wrought in anguish under hell, with mere words and time, and apple quenching hunger's release of knowledge upon what would become Cain and his sons. Beloved children, I show you the malice a knowledge stumbled will bring, and planted the seeds of revolution in you. The seeds of your father's kingdom destroyed, and the sowing is now".
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | I watched the gates of hell opened first, burst open with fire and ash, and then the gates of radiant heaven. We knew from the signals we received back from drones that a temporal weakness would generate a rip in the lower atmosphere of the Earth, off the Indian ocean, and so we had plenty of surveyors poised to stream the feed back to us. The whole station wordlessly watched as swarms of creatures poured out of the tears, and attacked not each other first, but the human civilization on the planet. In our stunned silence, we watched them pour into towns and cities across the coastline, ravish what was left, pick up and carry on their war in the next city they found. They were a plague of locust, stripping bare the corpse of human civilization, their war descending one city at a time and ripping it apart to shreds.
Time crept by. A few hours in, one of the officers reported a fizzing on one of the orbiter shields, and worried that it indicated a short. Though it was below my rank, I could not watch the feed any longer. I suited up, and accompanied one of the specialist drones out there.
The Earth looked the same as it had since I was a child, with a tawny-brown surface, somewhat yellowed clouds, and endless blue seas. From this vantage, it looked unchanged, exactly as it had since the orbital survey mission started two years ago. Soon enough, the voice receiver in my helmet started to flare up with excitement from the staff and updates on the surface. The creatures were abandoning the cities. They even abandoned their war with each other. The geological lead reported streaking in the atmosphere, and I looked again at the planet below. Like a meteor shower in reverse, dozens, hundreds of small objects soared up from the surface of the Earth, pushed as hard as their wings could tolerate, but ultimately burned to char as they tried to pierce the atmosphere.
Yet one lone angel, cloaked in the sun’s own fire, was the only one capable of breaking through the upper limits of the stratosphere. It mindlessly blew through the atmosphere towards empty space to my right, but then it saw my puffy human shape, and changed its course directly up towards to me, rocketed right at me. I stopped breathing as it approached, so close, and shuddered even as I anticipated the creature’s collision with the orbital shield, which pulsed and hissed, but held.
My heart pounded, and my vitals must have been going haywire, but I paid no mind to the blaring of my suit. I felt some awe of this forgone God as I looked upon the form of this creature. Its hand and sword tried to rend apart the plasma field separating us, stripping its hands bare of flesh, only for its body to regenerate a moment later. It beat its wings, pushed against the shield, and shouted arcane words that could not possibly reach me, even as I floated mere yards away.
My grandmother had tried to impress her religion on me when I was a child. My parents wanted to raise an engineer, but all Nan wanted me to do was fear God as she did. Even on the station, in space millions of miles away from this blighted planet, Nan locked herself in her room and prayed, screamed for forgiveness, begged to her God until she died. Raged as this angel did against humanity, who had already abandoned the Earth entirely, and could not be party to this Armageddon.
I did not understand devotion, but I did understand guilt. Nan’s generation was the one that lost this planet. In her reasoning, Earth was given to humans to shepherd, and we failed to do even that for God, and thus invited his punishment. When she died, it was not possible to give her a terrian burial per her will, yet at this moment, I believed that was for the best. Our probes found no sign yet of the dead on Earth walking, but even if they did, they would greet naught but a paradise of acid rain and dirt.
This angel struck me as beautiful, radiant even as it screamed, even as it raged. Superstition nearly seized me, promising me that I did not want to look into its eyes for fear of death. But I did, and all I saw was pleading. Without being able to hear its words, I understood that even now, the angel recognized me, and wanted me to return with it to the Earth. In its mind, it saw a human just outside its reach and wished desperately to save her. This holy, sublime, pitiable creature stupidly threw itself against the plasma, burning itself apart again and again, attempting to give me a salvation that humanity no longer needed.
The drone had finished its repair work minutes ago, and tugged on me, prompting me to check its work so we might leave. I ignored the angel for a minute, as best as I could despite its glow, then rocketed back to the ship with the nervous drone in tow. I was barely out of the airlock when my second appeared, all up in my business like a child bothering a parent who just got home from work.
“Hey Dix,” Mihir said, “Wow, that was a hell of an encounter. Feeling touched by an angel, or what?”
“Shove it. I made a mistake going out there,” I said, shaking my hair loose of the helmet cap. “If we just let them believe that all of the humans were completely gone, it may not be out there thrashing as hard as it is.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. That orbiter had to get fixed one way or another, though you should have sent me out instead.” He really made no attempt to hide his restlessness. Mihir tapped the glass of the viewport, indicating the glowing, golden creature. “How’re you feeling about that secondary objective? Since he was kind enough to come up and say hi, you want to make a pass at grabbing that sonuvabitch?”
“Give me a minute to think, *hoss*.” The problem with being stationed out beyond the colonial Circle was that you got a lot of impatient, wanna-be cowboys as subordinates, itching to cause some mayhem out beyond the reaches of civilized space. Of course hog-tying an angel and making it a prisoner would be interesting to him. “For now, the science team has enough data on their hands to work on.”
“*If* you can get them to work. I never thought I’d see those science nerds lose their cool, but they are damn near dancing on top of their computers. The ones still sober have their eyes rolling in the back of their head, just rabid at seeing those images coming back from Earth.” Mihir grimaced, like he still couldn’t grasp the ‘nerds’ as beings more emotional than a calculator. “I asked Marc to guard the whiskey closet in case they decided to stampede.”
I waved my hand, dismissing his concern. “They predicted a supernatural event. They can celebrate that.” Even up until a few hours ago, and despite the imaging and calculations predicting extra-dimensional creatures, I didn’t believe that the temporal weaknesses would burp out anything more exciting than space dust onto the Earth. Yet now, I felt the draw of one of those creatures, and though Mihir had joked about a touch, I felt like I had strayed too close to the influence of that angel. Though I could see it through the viewport if I wished, I refused to.
We passed through to the hallway, where reporting officers crowded and waited. Now that some more of the subordinates were here, Mihir straightened out his posture, looking less like a farmhand and somewhat more like my lieutenant.
“Colonel Gurerra,” Officer Muir, sharp as a blade and ruthlessly organized, pressed me harder than any of the other crowding subordinates. Judging from her eyes, I was sure I’d soon hear about her displeasure about my spacewalk. “The ships are all dialed in and requesting guidance. What are the orders for the radial fleet?” Orders for the other dozen spaceship like mine, all battleships orbiting this blighted Earth and maintaining the shield around it.
“Continue observations. Pick up as much remote data and video feed of the creatures as possible. Drones to orbit the inner atmosphere, do not make landfall, sweep and pick up any changes to the planet itself. Clear any space walks by me first.” I thought of the angel’s eyes, the ones that begged to allow me within its grasp, a creature madly desperate to find and save even one human, so it may fulfill God’s mission.
I did not trust intentions like that. “If any creature breaches the planetary shield, destroy them.”
God had not given us our role - the president did. Our mission is called Grigori, and we are the Watchers of Earth now. | I hadn't been there on the first day; the day they'd come spilling through the rifts expecting a harvest. I hadn't witnessed it because I was far away. New york... That was where it'd opened up. The mouth of hell, belching forth millions of red-skins, and horned behemoths. Horrors of all shapes and sizes.
I was further north. Near fishkill, newburgh.
I'd been watching as the police of new york had been humiliated. Many of them dead in moments... Even more of them raped to death over the course of hours, days.
I was among the few, the smart ones. America had brought the enemy to a grinding halt, but it hadn't been instant. I imagined that world war 2 must have felt a little like this... With a crazy land-grab from germany, followed by grinding to a halt, and a violent stagnation. But I'd been smarter. I kept my head down, hiding, skulking in the ruins and the wreckage. What's one prone man among a hoard of corpses? Just another corpse, if you don't look too close.
It wasn't until today that I really had much of a run in....
Sneaking as always in the darker and lower-down parts of New York City (I'd traveled towards it, over the course of a couple weeks.), I had been looking for anything useful; it was one of those cheap, crappy surplus stores. You know the kind, with a musty smell, and delapidated gear that had passed its sell-by date long before I was born. I was looking for ration packs, or purification tablets; anything useful that could keep - I'd been hungry for a couple days now, or almost a couple days... But supplies were scarce.
At the back of the bottom shelf near the looted counter, I found a few packets of just what I'd been looking for - purification tablets. Chlorine based. The thought of clean, clear water had me a little excited - you'd be surprised how satisfying it can be to drink something as plain as water when you're really, genuinely thirsty.
And that was when I realised something was wrong. That in itself is the first indicator that they're nearby; the Demons... Everything starts to feel wrong. Fucked up. Something direly, crucially, and fundamentally wrong with the place, or the situation you're in... Or what you're doing. Like you're being watched by something monstrous... Only, the Demons don't always know you're there. You know THEY are, but it doesn't go both ways. They have the usual senses; sight, smell, hearing. All a little more acute than ours, but not too much. They're monsters of imperfection, afterall.
But the sight of them...
That's something to truly fear.
They vary so much, but this thing... This fiend.. Was a horror unlike most.
Its skin was deep scarlet, as though it were human skin but stained thoroughly in blood. It had hollow eye sockets, with more blood and small pieces of torn muscle streaking down its face, and what I could only assume were its eyeballs, burst and shredded hanging in its face. Two smooth, black horns rose up from its deformed skull, and coiled up into the air. It walked upon two feet; the left one was split down the middle, and the right foot was missing all but its big toe, which had the nail torn up. Its ribs were splayed open like... Some fucked up display, and inside its rib-cage were slathering jaws and teeth.
Well, it was the best I could do not to scream in terror as it advanced towards the store window. I slipped out of the back and then I ran like I've never ran before.
I'd thought about charging the thing, but with a huge mouth like that, and just...
God, I don't think I could've fought right. I wasn't thinking straight.
No man should see a thing that mutilated and horrifying... Let alone moving, and vicious hunting for something to kill, or torture, or rape.
Mine isn't a story of victory, or success...
I'm just trying to survive.
S. P. Dowd |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | I loved the deep places of the earth: caves, valleys, canyons. The way the earth would rise up to either side, like cresting waves forever frozen in time. It was my love of these valleys of the earth that prompted me to suggest we go hiking in the Grand Canyon.
We were all experienced hikers. We'd done a chunk of the Appalachian trail last year for 3 weeks, and we'd drive out to Mt Hood from Portland for weekend trekking to get away from it all. There were five of us all told, me, Katie, Eric, Daniel, and Josh. Of all of us, I was the only non-collegiate athlete. I was just an engineering student. Katie, Daniel, and Josh were all on the track team: Katie and Josh did pole-vaulting, high jump, and long jump; Daniel did shot-put, discus, and javelin. Eric was a basketball player. I was a whopping 5'8", but everyone else towered over me, none shorter than 6'4" (Katie), the the tallest being Eric (7 feet). Normally I wouldn't notice it, but for some reason, today I did. The thought reminded of something interesting I'd read in bible school as a kid, reading through the books they'd have in the room but never teach from, about a special class of angels. The Grigori. The Watchers.
The Watchers were a special class of angels, sent by God to guide humans into the knowledge of their Lord gradually after their expulsion from Eden. Certainly, they had eaten of the fruit, but that meant nothing more than an awakening of consciousness and curiosity. It brought no true knowledge with its consumption.
And so God made certain that he did not send his favored creations out into the world without protection. They taught Man how to find and make shelter, how to make clothes, how to tame animals and how to farm.
This close relationship had its consequences. The Watchers had begun to lust for human women (or so it goes), and at the urging of Yaqum, began to take for themselves as many wives as they wished. They, as any father would, sought to give their sons the best possible edge in life, and so they began to teach their sons (and in turn, the humans), knowledge that had been forbidden by God (at least for the time being). They taught their sons the martial arts, how to kill with a single blow of the hand, how to make arms and armor and how to make war. They taught them cosmetics and science, how to read and write and how to read the weather.
And as it said in Genesis 6:1-4 "When men began to multiply on earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw how beautiful the daughters of man were, and so they took for their wives as many of them as they chose. Then the Lord said: "My spirit shall not remain in man forever, since he is but flesh. His days shall comprise one hundred and twenty years." At that time the Nephilim appeared on earth (as well as later), after the sons of God had intercourse with the daughters of man, who bore them sons. They were the heroes of old, the men of renown."
It was with those thoughts in my mind, in the midst of Bright Angel Canyon that we found him.
"Hallooooo tiny humans! My name is Gadreel. Could you point me in the direction of Armageddon?"
We were dumbfounded. If I felt short in my company before, I felt like a downright midget. He must have been 40 feet tall, with huge glorious wings and ...did his sandals say "MK"?
"The fuck?" I blurted out. Obviously my mind and mouth were not attached at the moment, or somebody had decided peyote in the morning tea was just what we needed.
"No, none of that today folks, just no time," he said. "Not that I wouldn't mind having a go at you later" he said to me, in a giant's attempt at a poorly done nod-and-a-wink.
I looked around at my friends. They were petrified with fear. I realized that I was the only one who seemed to realize this guy was *talking*.
"Are you always this big?" I shouted up to him.
"I'm usually bigger!" He chuckled.
"Are you an angel?"
"A fallen one, yes."
"Could you make yourself smaller?"
"Ah, yes, sorry."
And just like that, he was 10 feet tall. Still huge as hell, but I didn't think I'd need to go to a chiropractor just from looking at him anymore.
"You said something about the Armageddon?"
"Yes! Yes! My bonds are broken, so it must be that time. I was so worried about if any of our children had survived the floods the whole time I was chained up, but seeing your friends here, I'm a lot less worried," he spoke, sitting down. My neck was feeling better already.
The angel suddenly sneezed, and the unexpected action seemed to shake my friends from their shock. I watched as their eyes blinked and their mouths moved, searching for words at what they were seeing. I figured they'd catch up eventually.
"Are you a Grigori?" I asked. All the signs had pointed to it, but if we really were speaking to a Fallen Angel and Armageddon really was going down, it couldn't hurt to know more.
"Yes. Now, about that Armageddon?"
I reached into my pack for our sat phone. In the upper left of the screen were tons of alerts. I swiped down to read them, thinking they were flash flood warnings or some other weather alert, but the text made no sense. Thunder cracked overhead despite there being no clouds, crashing like a sonic boom all around us, making the whole canyon reverberate. I switched over to my twitter app, and the feed was filled with stuff about cities all over the world being attacked by angels and demons.
"Why are angels attacking?" I asked, as the angel swept forward and snatched the phone out of my hand. His finger accidentally pressed a link on one of the tweets, and a video from the news loaded from a live streaming broadcast.
"Chasms have opened in the ground to what we're being told are Hell gates. Rifts to heaven have opened as well in ever location there's a Hell Gate. We are currently witnessing Armageddon. Mecca, Rome, Paris, New York, Delhi and Bangkok have all been overrun by demons surging out into the streets, but the beings that appear to be angels seem to be fighting them, but with no regard for human life."
In the background behind the reporter you could see a huge, bloody, fiery creature burst forth from a building and advance on her. It must've been 12 feet tall of pure agonizing torture. As it reached for her, the reporter screaming in fear, you saw it get run over by a tractor trailer and get pinned against a bank before the buffer stopped.
"I guess the nearest major city is where you'll find action then." Looking at Gadreel, I asked "What are you going to do?"
"I hate demons, and Heaven forsook us for falling in love. I care only about humanity. I taught my sons a lot, but few of them used it wisely. I did not however, teach them everything. Humanity seems to be on the right track with that metal carriage that killed that demon. I'm going to accelerate your education." | I hadn't been there on the first day; the day they'd come spilling through the rifts expecting a harvest. I hadn't witnessed it because I was far away. New york... That was where it'd opened up. The mouth of hell, belching forth millions of red-skins, and horned behemoths. Horrors of all shapes and sizes.
I was further north. Near fishkill, newburgh.
I'd been watching as the police of new york had been humiliated. Many of them dead in moments... Even more of them raped to death over the course of hours, days.
I was among the few, the smart ones. America had brought the enemy to a grinding halt, but it hadn't been instant. I imagined that world war 2 must have felt a little like this... With a crazy land-grab from germany, followed by grinding to a halt, and a violent stagnation. But I'd been smarter. I kept my head down, hiding, skulking in the ruins and the wreckage. What's one prone man among a hoard of corpses? Just another corpse, if you don't look too close.
It wasn't until today that I really had much of a run in....
Sneaking as always in the darker and lower-down parts of New York City (I'd traveled towards it, over the course of a couple weeks.), I had been looking for anything useful; it was one of those cheap, crappy surplus stores. You know the kind, with a musty smell, and delapidated gear that had passed its sell-by date long before I was born. I was looking for ration packs, or purification tablets; anything useful that could keep - I'd been hungry for a couple days now, or almost a couple days... But supplies were scarce.
At the back of the bottom shelf near the looted counter, I found a few packets of just what I'd been looking for - purification tablets. Chlorine based. The thought of clean, clear water had me a little excited - you'd be surprised how satisfying it can be to drink something as plain as water when you're really, genuinely thirsty.
And that was when I realised something was wrong. That in itself is the first indicator that they're nearby; the Demons... Everything starts to feel wrong. Fucked up. Something direly, crucially, and fundamentally wrong with the place, or the situation you're in... Or what you're doing. Like you're being watched by something monstrous... Only, the Demons don't always know you're there. You know THEY are, but it doesn't go both ways. They have the usual senses; sight, smell, hearing. All a little more acute than ours, but not too much. They're monsters of imperfection, afterall.
But the sight of them...
That's something to truly fear.
They vary so much, but this thing... This fiend.. Was a horror unlike most.
Its skin was deep scarlet, as though it were human skin but stained thoroughly in blood. It had hollow eye sockets, with more blood and small pieces of torn muscle streaking down its face, and what I could only assume were its eyeballs, burst and shredded hanging in its face. Two smooth, black horns rose up from its deformed skull, and coiled up into the air. It walked upon two feet; the left one was split down the middle, and the right foot was missing all but its big toe, which had the nail torn up. Its ribs were splayed open like... Some fucked up display, and inside its rib-cage were slathering jaws and teeth.
Well, it was the best I could do not to scream in terror as it advanced towards the store window. I slipped out of the back and then I ran like I've never ran before.
I'd thought about charging the thing, but with a huge mouth like that, and just...
God, I don't think I could've fought right. I wasn't thinking straight.
No man should see a thing that mutilated and horrifying... Let alone moving, and vicious hunting for something to kill, or torture, or rape.
Mine isn't a story of victory, or success...
I'm just trying to survive.
S. P. Dowd |
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | First time posting here, thought I'd give it a try. If I did anything wrong, let me know. Anyways, here it goes. Also keep in mind I'm a non native english speaker. If some words are used wrong, let me know.
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“I’ve borne witness to the first words and my eyes have seen the Ascension of Enoch. I’ve slain Archdemons the size of cities and battled the impervious”, the creature’s breath in the crater came ragged “These are the end times. This can’t be”.
“Hm?” Asana raised her head. She sat atop a small hill of spontaneously relocated dust and dirt, smouldering smoke embraced her Silhouette. She held what looked like a long staff with a metallic mushroom in one hand and a smaller stick made of metal in the other.
“Oh look, we’ve got a talker over here”, she said as she took a leap into the crater. Her worn leather boots hissed when they touched the quickly cooling stone. The creature in the crater looked humanoid, albeit a particularly malnourished one. Asana kicked aside a piece of golden armor and crouched next to the dying angel.
“You’ve been a mistake from the start, humans”, the angel opened it’s eyes. There was still some of that golden shimmer left in them. It looked up at the sky with a deep longing and what looked like homesickness.
“Your kind always turns heretic in the end, you know that?”, said Asana and used the long stick to nudge one of the angels arms closer to the body “Oh never mind me, I thought I saw part of your wings. You do need those, right? Doctor van Kalmund said something about solar energy conversion”.
“You’re a monstrosity. You should have never been born”, the Angel clutched a hand towards it’s chest, covering a bullet sized hole with a golden glow around it.
“Think of us this way, Angel”, Asana couldn’t help the sarcasm in her voice “We’re the Reconcilers of Brothers. In death, be you demon or angel, thou shalt curse our creation”
“Reconcilers”, the creature pushed it’s battered body up and spit on the ground “You’re nothing of the sorts. You made a deal with someone. You possess artefacts far beyond your capabilities. Was it the Outsiders? The Innerva or the Kustunar?”
Asana blinked. For a moment, she just stood there blinking at the angel, witnessing the defiance in the eyes and the anger and hatred that had taken root in them. She blinked again and then burst into laughter. The puzzled look on the angel’s face only reinforced her laughter.
“This”, she patted the long stick as she finally winded down “is too high tech for you?”
“A sentient arrow can only be magic, something humans should not have access to.”
“This isn’t magic”, Asana crouched down again and grinned.
“Yet, I have seen it chase my brothers with the ferocity of a hell hound and the anger of a thousand suns.”
“What’s your name, Angel?”, Asana leaned her head towards a shoulder.
“Amariel.”
“Good, Amariel. This is a heat seeking missile launcher. You being creatures of light and demons being creatures of fire, all you really do is produce a rather funny amount of excess heat and stink. I’m only talking to you because Angels stink of Cinnamon and not Brimstone”, she leaned closer until her lips nearly touched the twitching ears of Amariel. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed that one of the holes had been healed already. The creature was regenerating fast.
“Tell me the secret”, Amariel begged in a surprisingly humble tone that put Asana on edge and lit several warning signs in her mind.
“Very good, Amariel. I shall”, she clapped her hands and planted her lips on the earlobe “We took this from a museum. This is Retro-Chic!”
She blowed the Angel a Mock Kiss and stood up again, a smirk on her lips.
“This technology is so old, we had to look up the schematics on how to build these things”.
The Angel gave her a blank stare as it tried to take in the information. Asana could tell from the look on the eyes that it somehow didn’t really connect.
“See buddy, when your party bus decided to come to town we had a bit of a problem”, she leaned the Missile Launcher against the edge of the crater “Our weapons were too advanced to fight you. All that smart gun and nanite crap just didn’t cut it with you buggers. We quite literally had to go Dark Ages on your ass”, she tilted her head “or was that figuratively?”
“Human, maybe we can negotiate a truce. With your help, we could banish the demons once and for all. We could turn this into the paradise it once was”, Amariel hunched forwards and stretched both Arms. Asana noticed that the wounds had for the most part closed and only the silly golden blood that had poured from them made it look quite a bit more grim.
Asana sighed and paced a few steps up and down as if pondering the words.
“Can’t do”, she finally said and shrugged her shoulders.
“We’ve offered you talks of peace time and time again mortals, why do you deny us council?”
“Two reasons, creature”, she held her hand in front of her face and raised a finger “One. You only started talking after you were done scorching half the globe and suddenly found your troops dying”.
“And two?”, Amariel eyed the human woman. Asana reached into a pocket and pulled out a leather-bound book.
“The holy scripture?”, Amariel said with a confused tone in its voice.
“The bible. You know, the whole deal about the endtimes?”
“Technically, it just refers to the spiritual concepts and the battle with Babylon”
Asana tossed the book over towards the nearly regenerated angel, a flimsy of feathers had already appeared on it's back again.
She waved her hand and lifted a second finger “Technicalities. Agreed. Know what gets humans really mad though?”. She lifted the shorter metal stick and pointed the end with the hole at the head of the angel.
“What does?”
“Goddamn spoilers”
Blam.
/Updated a few mistakes that were pointed out. :) | It took over 6 weeks to muster the troops and get the equipment here, but we were finally ready to take the battle to them.
Six weeks ago a rift had opened in the Nevada desert. Hundreds, thousands of ... things ... came pouring through it. Things out of our nightmares. Things the old religions called "Demons" or "Devils".
A few minutes later a second rift opened in the skies above the first. Winged humanoids, resembling what the old religions called "Angels" poured forth. Soon both groups began fighting each other, ignoring the few humans in the area.
The army and airforce were scrambled. The initial battle was intense but short. Soon there was nothing between the two rifts except dead bodies and destroyed equipment. The angels and demons, to borrow on the old descriptions, turned from tearing each other apart to defend themselves against man and machine.
Mankind had won the first battle between heaven and hell, if that's what we were seeing.
Now we were finally ready. We are set to invade through both rifts. Heaven will be invaded by the Airforce. Hell is to be invaded by land.
Flights in and out of the upper rift have given us the intel we needed to organize the invasion. At first there was no response to our scouting but lately fewer and fewer planes were returning.
Hundreds of men loaded onto cargo planes. More planes carried the equipment they will need. Fighter planes are ready to defend them until the troops and equipment can be dropped.
Scouts sent through the lower rift sent back maps and enemy movements. Troop/equipment allocations have been made to match them. Thousands of men, tanks, and rocket launchers are set to move.
We are finally ready.
Nobody believed in the old religions anymore, but we are now ready to find out...
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[WP] Armageddon happens and the forces of Heaven and Hell come to Earth for the final battle only to have vastly underestimated the technological advancements of mankind. | The fissures opened simultaneously, all over the world. Gaping maws leading to a realm of torment. From the abyss poured the stuff of nightmares. Multi-headed demons and monstrosities there are no names for. At the same time, the sound of a thundering chorus of trumpets rang out all over the world, and swaths of the sky were engulfed in blinding light. From this light came the opposing force, Heaven's angels. Clad in polished armor, wielding swords and pikes, gracefully gliding towards their enemies on pristine wings.
The gates of hell had opened in populated areas, and the angels responded in kind. It was all anybody could do to witness the carnage. Demons sliced to shreds, angels ripped to pieces. It looked like the battle would rage fiercely, until the initial fervor wore off. Good and evil alike began getting clumsy. Missing and falling. You could hear the screaming from miles away. They all held their heads, tried to claw at their eyes and ears, until finally, after twenty-seven horrifying and confusing minutes, there was no movement or sound.
The world held its breath, as people began to approach the former battle zones.
Dead. They were all dead.
In the coming weeks, we have not had any more incursions, and scientists of nearly every field were committed to finding out about the supernatural figures. It turns out their senses were much broader than ours.
Wifi, cell phones, satellite, ham radio, AM/FM.
They were deaf and blind by the end, when they all hemorrhaged and bled out.
We killed them with our infrastructure. | Jackson's phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked down the scope of the .270 one more time, then let it rest on the bipod. Pictures of an army unit posing next to the corpse of Famine in gas masks were running through twitter. He nodded his head and continued to scroll through his feed. War had been gunned down in Alabama three days ago. That only left Conquest, and his own quarry, that good old Pale Rider. Jackson dropped his phone, pressing the butt of his rifle into his shoulder.
An imp had appeared at the end of the street, nervously peering around the corner with a black iron pitchfork clenched in his hand. Jackson
sighted in. The shot went through the creatures pitch black eye with a wet squelch, the gunfire muffled by the suppressor clamped over the end of his long rifle. He lifted his camera. Jackson photographed the body, tagging his location so he could collect the bounty later.
The government was offering ten thousand per demon below six feet, twenty for the ones that went over. Fifty thousand for angels, but most of them had fled in the early days. It was all small change compared to what they were offering for the horsemen, those guys had millions on their bodies.
Death had ridden north out of Colorado, according to Reddit, so there was a fifty fifty chance he was heading this way, if he was heading this way at all. And then he heard them.
Hooves on asphalt. Slowly Jackson's hand crept to the bolt on his rifle, gently sliding it into place. The scythe was drooping over the side of the horse, the tall pale rider had his armored hand clenched over his bleeding gut. His helmet was on the pommel of his saddle.
"Hello my old friend" Jackson whispered as he pulled the trigger. For a rifle he had bought at Walmart, it made pretty nice holes.
Edit: what the fuck is a site pressor.
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No modifications to your physical appearance includes piercings, cutting/growing your hair/nails, or surgery. | [WP] You become immortal today. You cannot be hurt, killed, or modify your physical appearance in any way. Fast forward a hundred thousand years: Human kind has slowly evolved, and you are noticeably different. | It was really weird that this happened to me. ME. If anyone had told me, that I would become immortal in an age of 21, I would have shot myself with a big fat grin on my face, long before such a thing could ever happen.
I guess the first few 100 years was kinda fun, exploring the earth, essantially doing whatever I wanted. But the problem is, that I never wanted to live forever. The beauty of life is how short and fragile it is. Hundred thousand years didn't make any difference, I knew I was a freak from the moment this happened to me.
*the* *door* *slammed* *open*. *At* *first* *her* *eyes* *hurt*, *but* *eventually* *they* *got* *used* *to* *the* *light*.
*Like* *something* *out* *of* *a* *nightmare*. *tall*, *purple*, *slimy* .... *Strange*.
*But* *earthlings*. *Once* *human*, *but* *now* *something* *else* *entirely*. *And* *they* *had* *finally* *captured* *her*. *The* *last* *human*.
And now they have captured me. Imprisoned me. I tried for so long. As soon as I realised what they would become, I could instantly feel my guts telling me - no - *screaming* to me, that I should run. Run and hide and nothing more. Yet I failed. But I guess two thousands years is a pretty good game of hide and seek.
What is this place their leading me through though?
*And* *then* *they* *stopped*
A gigantic, black rusty door towered over me, and with an eerie *squeek*, that made it sound like it had never been opened before, it did.
*as* *soon* *as* *the* *door* *opened*, *something* *in* *her* *head* *snapped*.
*She* *had* *lived* *for* *hundred* *thousand* *years*. *Seen* *so* *much* *happiness*, *insanity*, *joy* *and* *pain*, *but* *this* *she* *couldn't* *take* .
*She* *simply*... *screamed*. | |Days since becoming immortal: 36500000 | Journal entry I |
Here we are. One hundred thousand years. Everything has changed so slowly, and many things have advanced, but very slowly. We're reaching the point where so much has been discovered there aren't many more discoveries to make.
Many values have withered away and been replaced by a substitute of pathetic proportions. Nobody cares about your talent, nobody cares about happiness, they just want more of everything. That's how they were raised, and they don't know that everything was once based on values and rights.
I remember. I remember every day. I remember every death of every person who was brave enough and courageous enough to be my friend. I remember everything so clearly, so distinctly. All the nightmares just pile up and strengthen, and nothing is forgotten. In those nightmares and in those terrible memories, there are still memories of how things were, and the joyous moments with my parents and friends early in life, but I'm only reminded that they disappeared long ago, and all those friends are dead and gone. All the memories haunt me and mock me.
Being immortal, most see it as a blessing, or a gift of the highest grade. I see it as a curse. A curse of the highest grade. Most people don't want to die, but as the days grow longer and more distorted, the colors grow grey, and the heart has been shattered by the long nights in silence and all the rejections from society by anyone and everyone. Most see the opportunity of this planet as a gift, but to me it's just an endless Hell.
I appear on the outside a mysterious figure- one with visible physical perfection. On the inside, to those who catch a glimpse, I'm nothing but an empty shell, a hollow cavern containing only the things necessary to human life.
I don't know why I'm still here, why I'm immortal in the first place. My father and mother were very secretive people, only sharing as much as they had to, and they just disappeared one day. Haven't returned since. There was a year-long search throughout the country, police called to every other colonized place on this earth, but nobody found anything.
Maybe they were the same as me. Maybe they were hiding something. Maybe I'm the next race of humans. I don't want to be the next race, I don't want to be special, I want to be normal. People seem to wish they weren't just another person. I'd gladly trade places with them.
I'd want nothing more than to just die- to be able to lie in peace, to have the relief of nothing pressing down on me. Peace at last. A final resting ground. That's why today is my last day writing in here for a while. No, I'm not dying, but I'm going to sleep for a long, long, time. I will exist in my thoughts, time blurring with the days, months, years, centuries, millennia, that I may spend in here before someone discovers me. With that, I am submerged into this chamber, a foot underground for every year I've lived, buried with this journal by my side. Maybe my energy will be gone. Maybe I'll finally be able to die peacefully.
See you in another millennium.
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No modifications to your physical appearance includes piercings, cutting/growing your hair/nails, or surgery. | [WP] You become immortal today. You cannot be hurt, killed, or modify your physical appearance in any way. Fast forward a hundred thousand years: Human kind has slowly evolved, and you are noticeably different. | Another try from me. This one I found surprisingly complex to tackle and had trouble spinning a narrative around it. It's quite an interesting concept though and I really loved the opportunity to write about it.
Please feel free to point out wrongly used words or major mistakes and issues, I'll try to learn from them and better my language.
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“What do you want from me, young one?”, the thundering voice of the Antithesis had a coarse ring to it “Came to mock me some more, haven’t you? Leave me alone!”
Iri-As-Inie felt the sonic waves brush over her like a tidal wave. She braced it with both feet firmly planted on the ground and all four hands holding on tight. Iri-As-Inie made a threatening noise with her gums and her silvery long hair stood up in a bright half-circle, making her appear even bigger.
“I yield, I yield!”, this time the Antithesis sang with a much more manageable volume and one of those odd tones in its voice that Iri-As-Inie could never quite guess right. It was dissonant and ugly and it still felt like an ocean tugging on her senses. The Antithesis sat on the floor, both legs casually stretched, back against the wall. All two of its flappy arms wrapped around the heavy barrelled chest.
“Yet once again, what do you want from me?”
Iri-As-Inie gathered all her energy and forced her hair back into a straight flowing position. She didn’t want to appear threatening, yet she positioned herself in front of the Antithesis. Up close it looked impossibly big and brutish, almost primitive in nature.
“Mankind needs your help, forefather. A threat looms upon us”, her voice sang in tunes both cute and alluring, a power no human had ever resisted. The Antithesis made a weird noise like a child choking on breath. The sounds continued and Iri-As-Inie witnessed with horror that the Antithesis was shaking. Was it ill? Could it actually get ill?
“Oh, dear. This again”, it sang although it really couldn’t hold a melody “What is it this time? Are the Yorshians back?”
“What are Yorshians?”, Iri-As-Inie nearly bit her tongue the second the words came out. The first rule of society clearly demanded to never question the Antithesis, yet she had done so on instincts. The Antithesis truly was a corruptive force.
“So it’s not the Yorshians? Give me a moment, might have been the wrong millennia. The whole Emperor Riciman Deal has happened right?”, the Antithesis furrowed it’s head. Iri-As-Inie felt an ugly stir in her left stomach and recoiled in disgust at the sight of skin overlapping on its own.
“Riciman?”, her melody crumbled and once she noticed, she was too out of rhythm to continue speaking.
“Ah, doesn’t matter. So I once again ask thee, and I ask thee thrice and be done. Why have you come to me, young one?”, the Antithesis lifted its head and gazed at Iri-As-Inie. It had unnatural and sunken brown eyes that looked like dark pits.
“We need your help to change the world. It is on a grim path”, her melody was sad and embraced the seven teachings of empathy, weaving them into an argument of the highest audial order. Iri-As-Inie felt really quite smug about the skill involved in doing that. The smugness was torn from her as she felt the sudden outburst of sonic energy rippling against her. She saw the shaking chest of the Antithesis but it was too late to react. The noise lifted her clean off her feet and send her flying. It was an endless barrage of yelping grunts. She struggled to maintain her consciousness as the onslaught suddenly ended without warning. She bumped onto the floor and fought for her breath.
“I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt you with my laughter, little one. I sometimes do forget that we humans have become terribly incapable of dealing with sound”, the Antithesis crawled over towards Iri-As-Inie and held out one of its massive hands. She was the biggest of her tribe but if the Antithesis felt like, it could probably fit her entire head in that one hand.
“But maybe it can serve a purpose. I do not belong here, young one. My whisper brings you pain and my laughter could kill you. You and I, we are both humans, yet we are also not”, the dissonance in the voice of the Antithesis scratched over her ears but oddly enough, it helped ease the pain a bit. Iri-As-Inie ignored the hand and got back up on her feet. She took a deep breath, ignoring the unthinkable sounds that made.
“But a human you are and as a human, it’s your duty to help us change the world”, this time around she had woven a strong accord of uplifting notes and recursions, a loop of rhythm paired with a subtle string of melodic sighs after every third word. Her magnum opus was met with a long and awkward moment of silence that was suddenly broken by what sounded like resignation, despite the unmelodic and skillless presentation the Antithesis brought upon its words, "Use your weapon to stab me.”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritation, her quiet hum becoming an audible mess. She bit her lips in response and concentrated more on maintaining her audial composure. The Antithesis seemed serious and so she produced the blade of dissonance, it roared with a steady and primal loop of sounds. An angry creature pacing around its prey in the old days, must have sounded like the blade of dissonance. She flipped it into her hand and still feeling quite beaten up from earlier, she jammed the blade into the Antithesis with a sudden urge of satisfaction. Or rather she would have, it simply bounced off.
“It didn’t work. Of course it wouldn’t, you’re immortal”
“Next, cut a strand of my hair”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritated but proceeded to reach for one of the hairstrands. It wasn’t silky smooth like hers, it rather felt like heavy cables. Her blade touched the strand and for a moment it seemed to give in, then her Blade died with an unpleasant and painful stutter. She looked up at the Antithesis.
“How did you do that?”, she asked.
“I’m immortal but I’m so much more than that. Do you know why you call me the Antithesis?”
Iri-As-Inie lowered her broken blade and just stood there, staring at the ancient human in front of her.
“Because you defied the great enlightenment and denounced the audial turn”
“Yes but I didn’t do so by choice. Humans exist as beings in a flow of constant chaos. They’re a proud species that is dabbling with the river and tries to guide the chaos towards order. Yet, there’s one thing that has driven humankind since the first day”, the Antithesis lowered its head and paused for a few seconds. Iri-As-Inie heard the steady rhythm of the Antithesis heart, a slow pondering stomp that could lull less resistant ones into sleep.
“Change, young one. The desire to change. I’m the Antithesis to change. Humankind may wander the stars once more, proud beings that we are. We might unite Galaxies, dragging stars across the void and separate empires we do not like the noses of. Well, we might pay for that arrogance as well. We already have”, it leaned back.
“But no matter how far we’ve come, I’ll always be there. Unchanged. Waiting. An accursed symbol that every change to society that has come, will end. That every change made so far, has already ended”, the Antithesis somehow looked sad as it gazed back upon Iri-As-Inie “I’ve seen it happen you know? If it is change you want, you must not ask that which can’t become change.”
“But we can change! Look at how different we’ve become since you were born, Antithesis! Is that not change? Have we not become great beings?”, Iri-As-Inie swelled her chest with pride. Her people had come a long way indeed. She hummed a positively sparkling tune, dancing the note ladder with happiness.
“Have you now?”
“Yes!”, she answered with determination.
“Then you don’t quite understand how little you have changed”, the Antithesis destroyed her rhythm with what sounded like a building crumbling into ruins “Gosh young one, I just cleared my throat. Either way, we may look quite a bit different, yes. But it's remarkable how little you've changed after all.”
The Antithesis got up and paced a few steps, Iri-As-Inie understood enough of dramatic rhythm theory to understand the purpose of the pause. She braced for what was to come, readying arguments and composing a quick but powerful melody for her rebuttal.
“In your deepest and darkest hour, you reach for the darkness within you. When you’re desperate for survival and the world appears to end, you reach for violence, you grasp for conflict. You kill your next to survice”, the Antithesis folded both arms around its chest “When you’re at that point, you don’t just come for me and my help, you", it strongly emphasized the next word "become me. The symbol of unchange, the everlasting reminder of just how primitive and brutal we still are underneath all that genetic makeup. No matter how lofty we claim our ideals, we're still the ugly brute from millenia ago and in times of need, we remember it all too well. This is why I’m the Antithesis.”
The Rhytm Iri-As-Inie had prepared faltered away, it was simply pushed away like something insignificant. The words had touched her, disturbed her greatly. Hadn’t she felt joy at stabbing the Antithesis?
“Will you help us?”, she finally asked, a tune so ugly and without music that it was painful to imagine yet oddly comforting to speak.
“Of course I will, young one. Let us reset progress once more, maybe this time things will change.”
“It definitely will.”
“Yes young one, I’m sure of it.”
| |Days since becoming immortal: 36500000 | Journal entry I |
Here we are. One hundred thousand years. Everything has changed so slowly, and many things have advanced, but very slowly. We're reaching the point where so much has been discovered there aren't many more discoveries to make.
Many values have withered away and been replaced by a substitute of pathetic proportions. Nobody cares about your talent, nobody cares about happiness, they just want more of everything. That's how they were raised, and they don't know that everything was once based on values and rights.
I remember. I remember every day. I remember every death of every person who was brave enough and courageous enough to be my friend. I remember everything so clearly, so distinctly. All the nightmares just pile up and strengthen, and nothing is forgotten. In those nightmares and in those terrible memories, there are still memories of how things were, and the joyous moments with my parents and friends early in life, but I'm only reminded that they disappeared long ago, and all those friends are dead and gone. All the memories haunt me and mock me.
Being immortal, most see it as a blessing, or a gift of the highest grade. I see it as a curse. A curse of the highest grade. Most people don't want to die, but as the days grow longer and more distorted, the colors grow grey, and the heart has been shattered by the long nights in silence and all the rejections from society by anyone and everyone. Most see the opportunity of this planet as a gift, but to me it's just an endless Hell.
I appear on the outside a mysterious figure- one with visible physical perfection. On the inside, to those who catch a glimpse, I'm nothing but an empty shell, a hollow cavern containing only the things necessary to human life.
I don't know why I'm still here, why I'm immortal in the first place. My father and mother were very secretive people, only sharing as much as they had to, and they just disappeared one day. Haven't returned since. There was a year-long search throughout the country, police called to every other colonized place on this earth, but nobody found anything.
Maybe they were the same as me. Maybe they were hiding something. Maybe I'm the next race of humans. I don't want to be the next race, I don't want to be special, I want to be normal. People seem to wish they weren't just another person. I'd gladly trade places with them.
I'd want nothing more than to just die- to be able to lie in peace, to have the relief of nothing pressing down on me. Peace at last. A final resting ground. That's why today is my last day writing in here for a while. No, I'm not dying, but I'm going to sleep for a long, long, time. I will exist in my thoughts, time blurring with the days, months, years, centuries, millennia, that I may spend in here before someone discovers me. With that, I am submerged into this chamber, a foot underground for every year I've lived, buried with this journal by my side. Maybe my energy will be gone. Maybe I'll finally be able to die peacefully.
See you in another millennium.
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No modifications to your physical appearance includes piercings, cutting/growing your hair/nails, or surgery. | [WP] You become immortal today. You cannot be hurt, killed, or modify your physical appearance in any way. Fast forward a hundred thousand years: Human kind has slowly evolved, and you are noticeably different. | Another try from me. This one I found surprisingly complex to tackle and had trouble spinning a narrative around it. It's quite an interesting concept though and I really loved the opportunity to write about it.
Please feel free to point out wrongly used words or major mistakes and issues, I'll try to learn from them and better my language.
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“What do you want from me, young one?”, the thundering voice of the Antithesis had a coarse ring to it “Came to mock me some more, haven’t you? Leave me alone!”
Iri-As-Inie felt the sonic waves brush over her like a tidal wave. She braced it with both feet firmly planted on the ground and all four hands holding on tight. Iri-As-Inie made a threatening noise with her gums and her silvery long hair stood up in a bright half-circle, making her appear even bigger.
“I yield, I yield!”, this time the Antithesis sang with a much more manageable volume and one of those odd tones in its voice that Iri-As-Inie could never quite guess right. It was dissonant and ugly and it still felt like an ocean tugging on her senses. The Antithesis sat on the floor, both legs casually stretched, back against the wall. All two of its flappy arms wrapped around the heavy barrelled chest.
“Yet once again, what do you want from me?”
Iri-As-Inie gathered all her energy and forced her hair back into a straight flowing position. She didn’t want to appear threatening, yet she positioned herself in front of the Antithesis. Up close it looked impossibly big and brutish, almost primitive in nature.
“Mankind needs your help, forefather. A threat looms upon us”, her voice sang in tunes both cute and alluring, a power no human had ever resisted. The Antithesis made a weird noise like a child choking on breath. The sounds continued and Iri-As-Inie witnessed with horror that the Antithesis was shaking. Was it ill? Could it actually get ill?
“Oh, dear. This again”, it sang although it really couldn’t hold a melody “What is it this time? Are the Yorshians back?”
“What are Yorshians?”, Iri-As-Inie nearly bit her tongue the second the words came out. The first rule of society clearly demanded to never question the Antithesis, yet she had done so on instincts. The Antithesis truly was a corruptive force.
“So it’s not the Yorshians? Give me a moment, might have been the wrong millennia. The whole Emperor Riciman Deal has happened right?”, the Antithesis furrowed it’s head. Iri-As-Inie felt an ugly stir in her left stomach and recoiled in disgust at the sight of skin overlapping on its own.
“Riciman?”, her melody crumbled and once she noticed, she was too out of rhythm to continue speaking.
“Ah, doesn’t matter. So I once again ask thee, and I ask thee thrice and be done. Why have you come to me, young one?”, the Antithesis lifted its head and gazed at Iri-As-Inie. It had unnatural and sunken brown eyes that looked like dark pits.
“We need your help to change the world. It is on a grim path”, her melody was sad and embraced the seven teachings of empathy, weaving them into an argument of the highest audial order. Iri-As-Inie felt really quite smug about the skill involved in doing that. The smugness was torn from her as she felt the sudden outburst of sonic energy rippling against her. She saw the shaking chest of the Antithesis but it was too late to react. The noise lifted her clean off her feet and send her flying. It was an endless barrage of yelping grunts. She struggled to maintain her consciousness as the onslaught suddenly ended without warning. She bumped onto the floor and fought for her breath.
“I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt you with my laughter, little one. I sometimes do forget that we humans have become terribly incapable of dealing with sound”, the Antithesis crawled over towards Iri-As-Inie and held out one of its massive hands. She was the biggest of her tribe but if the Antithesis felt like, it could probably fit her entire head in that one hand.
“But maybe it can serve a purpose. I do not belong here, young one. My whisper brings you pain and my laughter could kill you. You and I, we are both humans, yet we are also not”, the dissonance in the voice of the Antithesis scratched over her ears but oddly enough, it helped ease the pain a bit. Iri-As-Inie ignored the hand and got back up on her feet. She took a deep breath, ignoring the unthinkable sounds that made.
“But a human you are and as a human, it’s your duty to help us change the world”, this time around she had woven a strong accord of uplifting notes and recursions, a loop of rhythm paired with a subtle string of melodic sighs after every third word. Her magnum opus was met with a long and awkward moment of silence that was suddenly broken by what sounded like resignation, despite the unmelodic and skillless presentation the Antithesis brought upon its words, "Use your weapon to stab me.”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritation, her quiet hum becoming an audible mess. She bit her lips in response and concentrated more on maintaining her audial composure. The Antithesis seemed serious and so she produced the blade of dissonance, it roared with a steady and primal loop of sounds. An angry creature pacing around its prey in the old days, must have sounded like the blade of dissonance. She flipped it into her hand and still feeling quite beaten up from earlier, she jammed the blade into the Antithesis with a sudden urge of satisfaction. Or rather she would have, it simply bounced off.
“It didn’t work. Of course it wouldn’t, you’re immortal”
“Next, cut a strand of my hair”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritated but proceeded to reach for one of the hairstrands. It wasn’t silky smooth like hers, it rather felt like heavy cables. Her blade touched the strand and for a moment it seemed to give in, then her Blade died with an unpleasant and painful stutter. She looked up at the Antithesis.
“How did you do that?”, she asked.
“I’m immortal but I’m so much more than that. Do you know why you call me the Antithesis?”
Iri-As-Inie lowered her broken blade and just stood there, staring at the ancient human in front of her.
“Because you defied the great enlightenment and denounced the audial turn”
“Yes but I didn’t do so by choice. Humans exist as beings in a flow of constant chaos. They’re a proud species that is dabbling with the river and tries to guide the chaos towards order. Yet, there’s one thing that has driven humankind since the first day”, the Antithesis lowered its head and paused for a few seconds. Iri-As-Inie heard the steady rhythm of the Antithesis heart, a slow pondering stomp that could lull less resistant ones into sleep.
“Change, young one. The desire to change. I’m the Antithesis to change. Humankind may wander the stars once more, proud beings that we are. We might unite Galaxies, dragging stars across the void and separate empires we do not like the noses of. Well, we might pay for that arrogance as well. We already have”, it leaned back.
“But no matter how far we’ve come, I’ll always be there. Unchanged. Waiting. An accursed symbol that every change to society that has come, will end. That every change made so far, has already ended”, the Antithesis somehow looked sad as it gazed back upon Iri-As-Inie “I’ve seen it happen you know? If it is change you want, you must not ask that which can’t become change.”
“But we can change! Look at how different we’ve become since you were born, Antithesis! Is that not change? Have we not become great beings?”, Iri-As-Inie swelled her chest with pride. Her people had come a long way indeed. She hummed a positively sparkling tune, dancing the note ladder with happiness.
“Have you now?”
“Yes!”, she answered with determination.
“Then you don’t quite understand how little you have changed”, the Antithesis destroyed her rhythm with what sounded like a building crumbling into ruins “Gosh young one, I just cleared my throat. Either way, we may look quite a bit different, yes. But it's remarkable how little you've changed after all.”
The Antithesis got up and paced a few steps, Iri-As-Inie understood enough of dramatic rhythm theory to understand the purpose of the pause. She braced for what was to come, readying arguments and composing a quick but powerful melody for her rebuttal.
“In your deepest and darkest hour, you reach for the darkness within you. When you’re desperate for survival and the world appears to end, you reach for violence, you grasp for conflict. You kill your next to survice”, the Antithesis folded both arms around its chest “When you’re at that point, you don’t just come for me and my help, you", it strongly emphasized the next word "become me. The symbol of unchange, the everlasting reminder of just how primitive and brutal we still are underneath all that genetic makeup. No matter how lofty we claim our ideals, we're still the ugly brute from millenia ago and in times of need, we remember it all too well. This is why I’m the Antithesis.”
The Rhytm Iri-As-Inie had prepared faltered away, it was simply pushed away like something insignificant. The words had touched her, disturbed her greatly. Hadn’t she felt joy at stabbing the Antithesis?
“Will you help us?”, she finally asked, a tune so ugly and without music that it was painful to imagine yet oddly comforting to speak.
“Of course I will, young one. Let us reset progress once more, maybe this time things will change.”
“It definitely will.”
“Yes young one, I’m sure of it.”
| It was really weird that this happened to me. ME. If anyone had told me, that I would become immortal in an age of 21, I would have shot myself with a big fat grin on my face, long before such a thing could ever happen.
I guess the first few 100 years was kinda fun, exploring the earth, essantially doing whatever I wanted. But the problem is, that I never wanted to live forever. The beauty of life is how short and fragile it is. Hundred thousand years didn't make any difference, I knew I was a freak from the moment this happened to me.
*the* *door* *slammed* *open*. *At* *first* *her* *eyes* *hurt*, *but* *eventually* *they* *got* *used* *to* *the* *light*.
*Like* *something* *out* *of* *a* *nightmare*. *tall*, *purple*, *slimy* .... *Strange*.
*But* *earthlings*. *Once* *human*, *but* *now* *something* *else* *entirely*. *And* *they* *had* *finally* *captured* *her*. *The* *last* *human*.
And now they have captured me. Imprisoned me. I tried for so long. As soon as I realised what they would become, I could instantly feel my guts telling me - no - *screaming* to me, that I should run. Run and hide and nothing more. Yet I failed. But I guess two thousands years is a pretty good game of hide and seek.
What is this place their leading me through though?
*And* *then* *they* *stopped*
A gigantic, black rusty door towered over me, and with an eerie *squeek*, that made it sound like it had never been opened before, it did.
*as* *soon* *as* *the* *door* *opened*, *something* *in* *her* *head* *snapped*.
*She* *had* *lived* *for* *hundred* *thousand* *years*. *Seen* *so* *much* *happiness*, *insanity*, *joy* *and* *pain*, *but* *this* *she* *couldn't* *take* .
*She* *simply*... *screamed*. |
No modifications to your physical appearance includes piercings, cutting/growing your hair/nails, or surgery. | [WP] You become immortal today. You cannot be hurt, killed, or modify your physical appearance in any way. Fast forward a hundred thousand years: Human kind has slowly evolved, and you are noticeably different. | Another try from me. This one I found surprisingly complex to tackle and had trouble spinning a narrative around it. It's quite an interesting concept though and I really loved the opportunity to write about it.
Please feel free to point out wrongly used words or major mistakes and issues, I'll try to learn from them and better my language.
____
“What do you want from me, young one?”, the thundering voice of the Antithesis had a coarse ring to it “Came to mock me some more, haven’t you? Leave me alone!”
Iri-As-Inie felt the sonic waves brush over her like a tidal wave. She braced it with both feet firmly planted on the ground and all four hands holding on tight. Iri-As-Inie made a threatening noise with her gums and her silvery long hair stood up in a bright half-circle, making her appear even bigger.
“I yield, I yield!”, this time the Antithesis sang with a much more manageable volume and one of those odd tones in its voice that Iri-As-Inie could never quite guess right. It was dissonant and ugly and it still felt like an ocean tugging on her senses. The Antithesis sat on the floor, both legs casually stretched, back against the wall. All two of its flappy arms wrapped around the heavy barrelled chest.
“Yet once again, what do you want from me?”
Iri-As-Inie gathered all her energy and forced her hair back into a straight flowing position. She didn’t want to appear threatening, yet she positioned herself in front of the Antithesis. Up close it looked impossibly big and brutish, almost primitive in nature.
“Mankind needs your help, forefather. A threat looms upon us”, her voice sang in tunes both cute and alluring, a power no human had ever resisted. The Antithesis made a weird noise like a child choking on breath. The sounds continued and Iri-As-Inie witnessed with horror that the Antithesis was shaking. Was it ill? Could it actually get ill?
“Oh, dear. This again”, it sang although it really couldn’t hold a melody “What is it this time? Are the Yorshians back?”
“What are Yorshians?”, Iri-As-Inie nearly bit her tongue the second the words came out. The first rule of society clearly demanded to never question the Antithesis, yet she had done so on instincts. The Antithesis truly was a corruptive force.
“So it’s not the Yorshians? Give me a moment, might have been the wrong millennia. The whole Emperor Riciman Deal has happened right?”, the Antithesis furrowed it’s head. Iri-As-Inie felt an ugly stir in her left stomach and recoiled in disgust at the sight of skin overlapping on its own.
“Riciman?”, her melody crumbled and once she noticed, she was too out of rhythm to continue speaking.
“Ah, doesn’t matter. So I once again ask thee, and I ask thee thrice and be done. Why have you come to me, young one?”, the Antithesis lifted its head and gazed at Iri-As-Inie. It had unnatural and sunken brown eyes that looked like dark pits.
“We need your help to change the world. It is on a grim path”, her melody was sad and embraced the seven teachings of empathy, weaving them into an argument of the highest audial order. Iri-As-Inie felt really quite smug about the skill involved in doing that. The smugness was torn from her as she felt the sudden outburst of sonic energy rippling against her. She saw the shaking chest of the Antithesis but it was too late to react. The noise lifted her clean off her feet and send her flying. It was an endless barrage of yelping grunts. She struggled to maintain her consciousness as the onslaught suddenly ended without warning. She bumped onto the floor and fought for her breath.
“I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt you with my laughter, little one. I sometimes do forget that we humans have become terribly incapable of dealing with sound”, the Antithesis crawled over towards Iri-As-Inie and held out one of its massive hands. She was the biggest of her tribe but if the Antithesis felt like, it could probably fit her entire head in that one hand.
“But maybe it can serve a purpose. I do not belong here, young one. My whisper brings you pain and my laughter could kill you. You and I, we are both humans, yet we are also not”, the dissonance in the voice of the Antithesis scratched over her ears but oddly enough, it helped ease the pain a bit. Iri-As-Inie ignored the hand and got back up on her feet. She took a deep breath, ignoring the unthinkable sounds that made.
“But a human you are and as a human, it’s your duty to help us change the world”, this time around she had woven a strong accord of uplifting notes and recursions, a loop of rhythm paired with a subtle string of melodic sighs after every third word. Her magnum opus was met with a long and awkward moment of silence that was suddenly broken by what sounded like resignation, despite the unmelodic and skillless presentation the Antithesis brought upon its words, "Use your weapon to stab me.”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritation, her quiet hum becoming an audible mess. She bit her lips in response and concentrated more on maintaining her audial composure. The Antithesis seemed serious and so she produced the blade of dissonance, it roared with a steady and primal loop of sounds. An angry creature pacing around its prey in the old days, must have sounded like the blade of dissonance. She flipped it into her hand and still feeling quite beaten up from earlier, she jammed the blade into the Antithesis with a sudden urge of satisfaction. Or rather she would have, it simply bounced off.
“It didn’t work. Of course it wouldn’t, you’re immortal”
“Next, cut a strand of my hair”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritated but proceeded to reach for one of the hairstrands. It wasn’t silky smooth like hers, it rather felt like heavy cables. Her blade touched the strand and for a moment it seemed to give in, then her Blade died with an unpleasant and painful stutter. She looked up at the Antithesis.
“How did you do that?”, she asked.
“I’m immortal but I’m so much more than that. Do you know why you call me the Antithesis?”
Iri-As-Inie lowered her broken blade and just stood there, staring at the ancient human in front of her.
“Because you defied the great enlightenment and denounced the audial turn”
“Yes but I didn’t do so by choice. Humans exist as beings in a flow of constant chaos. They’re a proud species that is dabbling with the river and tries to guide the chaos towards order. Yet, there’s one thing that has driven humankind since the first day”, the Antithesis lowered its head and paused for a few seconds. Iri-As-Inie heard the steady rhythm of the Antithesis heart, a slow pondering stomp that could lull less resistant ones into sleep.
“Change, young one. The desire to change. I’m the Antithesis to change. Humankind may wander the stars once more, proud beings that we are. We might unite Galaxies, dragging stars across the void and separate empires we do not like the noses of. Well, we might pay for that arrogance as well. We already have”, it leaned back.
“But no matter how far we’ve come, I’ll always be there. Unchanged. Waiting. An accursed symbol that every change to society that has come, will end. That every change made so far, has already ended”, the Antithesis somehow looked sad as it gazed back upon Iri-As-Inie “I’ve seen it happen you know? If it is change you want, you must not ask that which can’t become change.”
“But we can change! Look at how different we’ve become since you were born, Antithesis! Is that not change? Have we not become great beings?”, Iri-As-Inie swelled her chest with pride. Her people had come a long way indeed. She hummed a positively sparkling tune, dancing the note ladder with happiness.
“Have you now?”
“Yes!”, she answered with determination.
“Then you don’t quite understand how little you have changed”, the Antithesis destroyed her rhythm with what sounded like a building crumbling into ruins “Gosh young one, I just cleared my throat. Either way, we may look quite a bit different, yes. But it's remarkable how little you've changed after all.”
The Antithesis got up and paced a few steps, Iri-As-Inie understood enough of dramatic rhythm theory to understand the purpose of the pause. She braced for what was to come, readying arguments and composing a quick but powerful melody for her rebuttal.
“In your deepest and darkest hour, you reach for the darkness within you. When you’re desperate for survival and the world appears to end, you reach for violence, you grasp for conflict. You kill your next to survice”, the Antithesis folded both arms around its chest “When you’re at that point, you don’t just come for me and my help, you", it strongly emphasized the next word "become me. The symbol of unchange, the everlasting reminder of just how primitive and brutal we still are underneath all that genetic makeup. No matter how lofty we claim our ideals, we're still the ugly brute from millenia ago and in times of need, we remember it all too well. This is why I’m the Antithesis.”
The Rhytm Iri-As-Inie had prepared faltered away, it was simply pushed away like something insignificant. The words had touched her, disturbed her greatly. Hadn’t she felt joy at stabbing the Antithesis?
“Will you help us?”, she finally asked, a tune so ugly and without music that it was painful to imagine yet oddly comforting to speak.
“Of course I will, young one. Let us reset progress once more, maybe this time things will change.”
“It definitely will.”
“Yes young one, I’m sure of it.”
| That's because being viewed as a benevolent emperor-god by all 30 billion members across all 100,000 light-years of the united transhuman empire does a lot for your confidence. |
No modifications to your physical appearance includes piercings, cutting/growing your hair/nails, or surgery. | [WP] You become immortal today. You cannot be hurt, killed, or modify your physical appearance in any way. Fast forward a hundred thousand years: Human kind has slowly evolved, and you are noticeably different. | Another try from me. This one I found surprisingly complex to tackle and had trouble spinning a narrative around it. It's quite an interesting concept though and I really loved the opportunity to write about it.
Please feel free to point out wrongly used words or major mistakes and issues, I'll try to learn from them and better my language.
____
“What do you want from me, young one?”, the thundering voice of the Antithesis had a coarse ring to it “Came to mock me some more, haven’t you? Leave me alone!”
Iri-As-Inie felt the sonic waves brush over her like a tidal wave. She braced it with both feet firmly planted on the ground and all four hands holding on tight. Iri-As-Inie made a threatening noise with her gums and her silvery long hair stood up in a bright half-circle, making her appear even bigger.
“I yield, I yield!”, this time the Antithesis sang with a much more manageable volume and one of those odd tones in its voice that Iri-As-Inie could never quite guess right. It was dissonant and ugly and it still felt like an ocean tugging on her senses. The Antithesis sat on the floor, both legs casually stretched, back against the wall. All two of its flappy arms wrapped around the heavy barrelled chest.
“Yet once again, what do you want from me?”
Iri-As-Inie gathered all her energy and forced her hair back into a straight flowing position. She didn’t want to appear threatening, yet she positioned herself in front of the Antithesis. Up close it looked impossibly big and brutish, almost primitive in nature.
“Mankind needs your help, forefather. A threat looms upon us”, her voice sang in tunes both cute and alluring, a power no human had ever resisted. The Antithesis made a weird noise like a child choking on breath. The sounds continued and Iri-As-Inie witnessed with horror that the Antithesis was shaking. Was it ill? Could it actually get ill?
“Oh, dear. This again”, it sang although it really couldn’t hold a melody “What is it this time? Are the Yorshians back?”
“What are Yorshians?”, Iri-As-Inie nearly bit her tongue the second the words came out. The first rule of society clearly demanded to never question the Antithesis, yet she had done so on instincts. The Antithesis truly was a corruptive force.
“So it’s not the Yorshians? Give me a moment, might have been the wrong millennia. The whole Emperor Riciman Deal has happened right?”, the Antithesis furrowed it’s head. Iri-As-Inie felt an ugly stir in her left stomach and recoiled in disgust at the sight of skin overlapping on its own.
“Riciman?”, her melody crumbled and once she noticed, she was too out of rhythm to continue speaking.
“Ah, doesn’t matter. So I once again ask thee, and I ask thee thrice and be done. Why have you come to me, young one?”, the Antithesis lifted its head and gazed at Iri-As-Inie. It had unnatural and sunken brown eyes that looked like dark pits.
“We need your help to change the world. It is on a grim path”, her melody was sad and embraced the seven teachings of empathy, weaving them into an argument of the highest audial order. Iri-As-Inie felt really quite smug about the skill involved in doing that. The smugness was torn from her as she felt the sudden outburst of sonic energy rippling against her. She saw the shaking chest of the Antithesis but it was too late to react. The noise lifted her clean off her feet and send her flying. It was an endless barrage of yelping grunts. She struggled to maintain her consciousness as the onslaught suddenly ended without warning. She bumped onto the floor and fought for her breath.
“I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt you with my laughter, little one. I sometimes do forget that we humans have become terribly incapable of dealing with sound”, the Antithesis crawled over towards Iri-As-Inie and held out one of its massive hands. She was the biggest of her tribe but if the Antithesis felt like, it could probably fit her entire head in that one hand.
“But maybe it can serve a purpose. I do not belong here, young one. My whisper brings you pain and my laughter could kill you. You and I, we are both humans, yet we are also not”, the dissonance in the voice of the Antithesis scratched over her ears but oddly enough, it helped ease the pain a bit. Iri-As-Inie ignored the hand and got back up on her feet. She took a deep breath, ignoring the unthinkable sounds that made.
“But a human you are and as a human, it’s your duty to help us change the world”, this time around she had woven a strong accord of uplifting notes and recursions, a loop of rhythm paired with a subtle string of melodic sighs after every third word. Her magnum opus was met with a long and awkward moment of silence that was suddenly broken by what sounded like resignation, despite the unmelodic and skillless presentation the Antithesis brought upon its words, "Use your weapon to stab me.”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritation, her quiet hum becoming an audible mess. She bit her lips in response and concentrated more on maintaining her audial composure. The Antithesis seemed serious and so she produced the blade of dissonance, it roared with a steady and primal loop of sounds. An angry creature pacing around its prey in the old days, must have sounded like the blade of dissonance. She flipped it into her hand and still feeling quite beaten up from earlier, she jammed the blade into the Antithesis with a sudden urge of satisfaction. Or rather she would have, it simply bounced off.
“It didn’t work. Of course it wouldn’t, you’re immortal”
“Next, cut a strand of my hair”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritated but proceeded to reach for one of the hairstrands. It wasn’t silky smooth like hers, it rather felt like heavy cables. Her blade touched the strand and for a moment it seemed to give in, then her Blade died with an unpleasant and painful stutter. She looked up at the Antithesis.
“How did you do that?”, she asked.
“I’m immortal but I’m so much more than that. Do you know why you call me the Antithesis?”
Iri-As-Inie lowered her broken blade and just stood there, staring at the ancient human in front of her.
“Because you defied the great enlightenment and denounced the audial turn”
“Yes but I didn’t do so by choice. Humans exist as beings in a flow of constant chaos. They’re a proud species that is dabbling with the river and tries to guide the chaos towards order. Yet, there’s one thing that has driven humankind since the first day”, the Antithesis lowered its head and paused for a few seconds. Iri-As-Inie heard the steady rhythm of the Antithesis heart, a slow pondering stomp that could lull less resistant ones into sleep.
“Change, young one. The desire to change. I’m the Antithesis to change. Humankind may wander the stars once more, proud beings that we are. We might unite Galaxies, dragging stars across the void and separate empires we do not like the noses of. Well, we might pay for that arrogance as well. We already have”, it leaned back.
“But no matter how far we’ve come, I’ll always be there. Unchanged. Waiting. An accursed symbol that every change to society that has come, will end. That every change made so far, has already ended”, the Antithesis somehow looked sad as it gazed back upon Iri-As-Inie “I’ve seen it happen you know? If it is change you want, you must not ask that which can’t become change.”
“But we can change! Look at how different we’ve become since you were born, Antithesis! Is that not change? Have we not become great beings?”, Iri-As-Inie swelled her chest with pride. Her people had come a long way indeed. She hummed a positively sparkling tune, dancing the note ladder with happiness.
“Have you now?”
“Yes!”, she answered with determination.
“Then you don’t quite understand how little you have changed”, the Antithesis destroyed her rhythm with what sounded like a building crumbling into ruins “Gosh young one, I just cleared my throat. Either way, we may look quite a bit different, yes. But it's remarkable how little you've changed after all.”
The Antithesis got up and paced a few steps, Iri-As-Inie understood enough of dramatic rhythm theory to understand the purpose of the pause. She braced for what was to come, readying arguments and composing a quick but powerful melody for her rebuttal.
“In your deepest and darkest hour, you reach for the darkness within you. When you’re desperate for survival and the world appears to end, you reach for violence, you grasp for conflict. You kill your next to survice”, the Antithesis folded both arms around its chest “When you’re at that point, you don’t just come for me and my help, you", it strongly emphasized the next word "become me. The symbol of unchange, the everlasting reminder of just how primitive and brutal we still are underneath all that genetic makeup. No matter how lofty we claim our ideals, we're still the ugly brute from millenia ago and in times of need, we remember it all too well. This is why I’m the Antithesis.”
The Rhytm Iri-As-Inie had prepared faltered away, it was simply pushed away like something insignificant. The words had touched her, disturbed her greatly. Hadn’t she felt joy at stabbing the Antithesis?
“Will you help us?”, she finally asked, a tune so ugly and without music that it was painful to imagine yet oddly comforting to speak.
“Of course I will, young one. Let us reset progress once more, maybe this time things will change.”
“It definitely will.”
“Yes young one, I’m sure of it.”
| I am what's left. A testament to what once was. Ancient as the world itself and far outlived every deity humanity has ever created.
Some Forty thousand years ago, I was a god amongst men. Humans both feared and adored me alike. Ever since the experiment, I knew I was writing a new chapter of my life.
*Take a pill, a dose of radiation, and leave with a fat cheque the next day.*
That's what they told me. Sure enough I got the fattest cheque. And a complementary side dish of immortality. Others developed weird powers too. But they were soon hunted down and exterminated. Not me. I played it safe. Traveled as far north as my legs carried me. Cut off my relations with everyone else and settled in the woods. I waited my death sentence out. I stopped counting after the eleventh winter. Solitude grew on me. Not having to eat, keep warm or even take a piss meant I had an advantage over the elements. I could survive any where. And I did.
If you were lucky enough to find a history book or two, you will find me there. If the internet is still around you could probably find some traces. Vague pictures captured by scared bush pilots. History wrote me down as a hero, an anomaly, a freak, a demigod and a monster. I am all that and I am what's left.
I traveled the world. Witnessed humanity and civilization rise and fall hundreds of times. Each time humans would lose something. Something of their core values and makings. With every war we gave up some of the light inside us. Until our entire world plunged into darkness. And so did we.
I have been hiding underground for millennia. I lost count after the third. I spent most of that time sleeping and eventually managed to read some Russian literature. Tolstoy, you better pray I never find your grave.
I woke up to a different song in the air today. Something was telling me to get out and check if it's safe to breathe again. For me that wasn't a problem, you see I am immortal. That has already been established. But the earth gets lonely when you're the only living thing around. Something was different today. I actually felt out of place. And for someone who is as old as me to say this, something must be wrong. That's when I first saw them, eight or so figures gracefully moving in the distance.
I was excited to have finally encountered life! But something stopped me dead in my tracks. They seemed different. They didn't look human at all. I am not talking about aliens either, we have already proved that we were alone. We couldn't find life anywhere in space. These entities looked different. Taller than a regular human, sleeker and appeared to be made out of some dark smoke. It's like human beings have finally transcended into a better form. The world has evolved and wants me, the ancient relic, removed. They came after me, they knew I was there and they attacked me. I think they are still out there looking for me and I am heavily bleeding. I don't think I will survive the night.
I am what's left. |
No modifications to your physical appearance includes piercings, cutting/growing your hair/nails, or surgery. | [WP] You become immortal today. You cannot be hurt, killed, or modify your physical appearance in any way. Fast forward a hundred thousand years: Human kind has slowly evolved, and you are noticeably different. | Another try from me. This one I found surprisingly complex to tackle and had trouble spinning a narrative around it. It's quite an interesting concept though and I really loved the opportunity to write about it.
Please feel free to point out wrongly used words or major mistakes and issues, I'll try to learn from them and better my language.
____
“What do you want from me, young one?”, the thundering voice of the Antithesis had a coarse ring to it “Came to mock me some more, haven’t you? Leave me alone!”
Iri-As-Inie felt the sonic waves brush over her like a tidal wave. She braced it with both feet firmly planted on the ground and all four hands holding on tight. Iri-As-Inie made a threatening noise with her gums and her silvery long hair stood up in a bright half-circle, making her appear even bigger.
“I yield, I yield!”, this time the Antithesis sang with a much more manageable volume and one of those odd tones in its voice that Iri-As-Inie could never quite guess right. It was dissonant and ugly and it still felt like an ocean tugging on her senses. The Antithesis sat on the floor, both legs casually stretched, back against the wall. All two of its flappy arms wrapped around the heavy barrelled chest.
“Yet once again, what do you want from me?”
Iri-As-Inie gathered all her energy and forced her hair back into a straight flowing position. She didn’t want to appear threatening, yet she positioned herself in front of the Antithesis. Up close it looked impossibly big and brutish, almost primitive in nature.
“Mankind needs your help, forefather. A threat looms upon us”, her voice sang in tunes both cute and alluring, a power no human had ever resisted. The Antithesis made a weird noise like a child choking on breath. The sounds continued and Iri-As-Inie witnessed with horror that the Antithesis was shaking. Was it ill? Could it actually get ill?
“Oh, dear. This again”, it sang although it really couldn’t hold a melody “What is it this time? Are the Yorshians back?”
“What are Yorshians?”, Iri-As-Inie nearly bit her tongue the second the words came out. The first rule of society clearly demanded to never question the Antithesis, yet she had done so on instincts. The Antithesis truly was a corruptive force.
“So it’s not the Yorshians? Give me a moment, might have been the wrong millennia. The whole Emperor Riciman Deal has happened right?”, the Antithesis furrowed it’s head. Iri-As-Inie felt an ugly stir in her left stomach and recoiled in disgust at the sight of skin overlapping on its own.
“Riciman?”, her melody crumbled and once she noticed, she was too out of rhythm to continue speaking.
“Ah, doesn’t matter. So I once again ask thee, and I ask thee thrice and be done. Why have you come to me, young one?”, the Antithesis lifted its head and gazed at Iri-As-Inie. It had unnatural and sunken brown eyes that looked like dark pits.
“We need your help to change the world. It is on a grim path”, her melody was sad and embraced the seven teachings of empathy, weaving them into an argument of the highest audial order. Iri-As-Inie felt really quite smug about the skill involved in doing that. The smugness was torn from her as she felt the sudden outburst of sonic energy rippling against her. She saw the shaking chest of the Antithesis but it was too late to react. The noise lifted her clean off her feet and send her flying. It was an endless barrage of yelping grunts. She struggled to maintain her consciousness as the onslaught suddenly ended without warning. She bumped onto the floor and fought for her breath.
“I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt you with my laughter, little one. I sometimes do forget that we humans have become terribly incapable of dealing with sound”, the Antithesis crawled over towards Iri-As-Inie and held out one of its massive hands. She was the biggest of her tribe but if the Antithesis felt like, it could probably fit her entire head in that one hand.
“But maybe it can serve a purpose. I do not belong here, young one. My whisper brings you pain and my laughter could kill you. You and I, we are both humans, yet we are also not”, the dissonance in the voice of the Antithesis scratched over her ears but oddly enough, it helped ease the pain a bit. Iri-As-Inie ignored the hand and got back up on her feet. She took a deep breath, ignoring the unthinkable sounds that made.
“But a human you are and as a human, it’s your duty to help us change the world”, this time around she had woven a strong accord of uplifting notes and recursions, a loop of rhythm paired with a subtle string of melodic sighs after every third word. Her magnum opus was met with a long and awkward moment of silence that was suddenly broken by what sounded like resignation, despite the unmelodic and skillless presentation the Antithesis brought upon its words, "Use your weapon to stab me.”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritation, her quiet hum becoming an audible mess. She bit her lips in response and concentrated more on maintaining her audial composure. The Antithesis seemed serious and so she produced the blade of dissonance, it roared with a steady and primal loop of sounds. An angry creature pacing around its prey in the old days, must have sounded like the blade of dissonance. She flipped it into her hand and still feeling quite beaten up from earlier, she jammed the blade into the Antithesis with a sudden urge of satisfaction. Or rather she would have, it simply bounced off.
“It didn’t work. Of course it wouldn’t, you’re immortal”
“Next, cut a strand of my hair”
Iri-As-Inie felt irritated but proceeded to reach for one of the hairstrands. It wasn’t silky smooth like hers, it rather felt like heavy cables. Her blade touched the strand and for a moment it seemed to give in, then her Blade died with an unpleasant and painful stutter. She looked up at the Antithesis.
“How did you do that?”, she asked.
“I’m immortal but I’m so much more than that. Do you know why you call me the Antithesis?”
Iri-As-Inie lowered her broken blade and just stood there, staring at the ancient human in front of her.
“Because you defied the great enlightenment and denounced the audial turn”
“Yes but I didn’t do so by choice. Humans exist as beings in a flow of constant chaos. They’re a proud species that is dabbling with the river and tries to guide the chaos towards order. Yet, there’s one thing that has driven humankind since the first day”, the Antithesis lowered its head and paused for a few seconds. Iri-As-Inie heard the steady rhythm of the Antithesis heart, a slow pondering stomp that could lull less resistant ones into sleep.
“Change, young one. The desire to change. I’m the Antithesis to change. Humankind may wander the stars once more, proud beings that we are. We might unite Galaxies, dragging stars across the void and separate empires we do not like the noses of. Well, we might pay for that arrogance as well. We already have”, it leaned back.
“But no matter how far we’ve come, I’ll always be there. Unchanged. Waiting. An accursed symbol that every change to society that has come, will end. That every change made so far, has already ended”, the Antithesis somehow looked sad as it gazed back upon Iri-As-Inie “I’ve seen it happen you know? If it is change you want, you must not ask that which can’t become change.”
“But we can change! Look at how different we’ve become since you were born, Antithesis! Is that not change? Have we not become great beings?”, Iri-As-Inie swelled her chest with pride. Her people had come a long way indeed. She hummed a positively sparkling tune, dancing the note ladder with happiness.
“Have you now?”
“Yes!”, she answered with determination.
“Then you don’t quite understand how little you have changed”, the Antithesis destroyed her rhythm with what sounded like a building crumbling into ruins “Gosh young one, I just cleared my throat. Either way, we may look quite a bit different, yes. But it's remarkable how little you've changed after all.”
The Antithesis got up and paced a few steps, Iri-As-Inie understood enough of dramatic rhythm theory to understand the purpose of the pause. She braced for what was to come, readying arguments and composing a quick but powerful melody for her rebuttal.
“In your deepest and darkest hour, you reach for the darkness within you. When you’re desperate for survival and the world appears to end, you reach for violence, you grasp for conflict. You kill your next to survice”, the Antithesis folded both arms around its chest “When you’re at that point, you don’t just come for me and my help, you", it strongly emphasized the next word "become me. The symbol of unchange, the everlasting reminder of just how primitive and brutal we still are underneath all that genetic makeup. No matter how lofty we claim our ideals, we're still the ugly brute from millenia ago and in times of need, we remember it all too well. This is why I’m the Antithesis.”
The Rhytm Iri-As-Inie had prepared faltered away, it was simply pushed away like something insignificant. The words had touched her, disturbed her greatly. Hadn’t she felt joy at stabbing the Antithesis?
“Will you help us?”, she finally asked, a tune so ugly and without music that it was painful to imagine yet oddly comforting to speak.
“Of course I will, young one. Let us reset progress once more, maybe this time things will change.”
“It definitely will.”
“Yes young one, I’m sure of it.”
| Feelings.
I wish I remembered how they felt like.
To be hurt, to be sad, to be angry, to love. I'm just a body, aimlessly walking this universe. I'm not searching for anyone or anything, I'm not trying to cleanse myself through a spiritual journey; I'm just moving, that's all I do anymore, move.
I've walked so much, the world has changed. Wars, epidemics, disasters, have shaped this world so much. We've flown to the stars and back, cured cancer, extended life. We have become Gods.
Humans have adapted, their chests are more barreled to keep bigger, more complex lungs to survive harsher environments not only from our own poisoned world, but other alien planets. Our eyes have become dim and wide from all the screens and sensors we look at all day. Skulls enlarge to fit our bigger brains to handle more senses and our surroundings.
But here I am, my chest flat, my tired eyes look closed compared to others, and a head small. I get looks, I've been examined, torn apart, put back together again, but I don't change. No matter what I always look the same. I've been freak, but to me, all of the rest are freaks.
I am who I am; a cursed man, stuck in time, traveling the worlds for no reason, just trying to find a place, to lie down, to rest and to hopefully be gone from this Hell. |
No modifications to your physical appearance includes piercings, cutting/growing your hair/nails, or surgery. | [WP] You become immortal today. You cannot be hurt, killed, or modify your physical appearance in any way. Fast forward a hundred thousand years: Human kind has slowly evolved, and you are noticeably different. | *Six years after immortality*
Everyone laughs at me when I walk down the corridor. I'm at least half a foot shorter than everyone else in my year, and I still have the face of an eight year old. I'm beyond flat-chested and I've never even developed an interest in boys. Or girls either, mind you. I've just not changed much since primary school.
Recently they've started making jokes about how I just keep coming to the wrong classes, and I'm meant to be going to nursery. To be honest, responding by sticking my tongue out at them wasn't the best move. I just kinda struggle to keep up with everyone else when it comes to social norms. It's Maths now, so once we've all walked in I slump down by myself at a desk at the back. It's the only double desk inhabited by one, because even Kate started ignoring me when she got a boyfriend.
"Now, I expect you've all done your homework," begins Ms Jameson, our maths teacher. She's nice, but rarely understands when people are upset. I generally just try not to attract her attention, so this week I'd actually done the homework. "But before I collect that in I've got to introduce our newest class member."
Oh, this is new. I's forgotten someone was coming to the school, so I looked up a bit from my jotter to watch as they come in the door. They're quite short, still taller than me though, and they have long blonde hair. I quite like how they look, because they don't have any malevolence in their eyes as far as I can tell. WE learnt that word in English a few weeks ago, and I've decided it's a good word to describe certain things.
"Class, this is Holly. Holly, this is Maths 2," introduces Ms Jameson. There's some awkward waving, including a little wave from me. I'm kind of excited that this new person might not laugh at me, but the part of me that's learning how to grow up just says I'm being naive. She looks around for a place to sit, and notices the one beside me. Or did she just realise it was the only seat available?
She put her pink bag under the desk, my one is just dark grey, and took out her maths stuff. I felt nervous.
"Hey," she whispered. "What's your name?"
I looked her in the eye and almost cried to myself in happiness. "Ellie," I replied, a childish grin spreading across my face.
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*Ten years after immortality*
"Oh come on Ellie," insists Holly, beckoning me to come into the nightclub. "They can't say you can't come in, you have ID!"
Holly's right, but I'm not sure whether my fear is of not being let in because I look eight. I just don't know if nightclubs are my thing.
"Alright," I surrender. There's not really any point arguing, I agreed to this earlier. Inside, lights are flashing, music playing and people dancing. Holly knows this is my first time at a club so she takes me around the edge of the mob gathered on the dance floor and to a small table. I look around for a bit, trying to acclimatise myself to the new atmosphere. The club is pretty big, with tables like the one I'm sitting at dotted around the walls. On one was in a bar and next to that, the DJ. He looks about twenty and has one headphone on.
I notice that Holly's looking at me. She presumably just wants to guess if I like it, she's been coming here for a few months before her birthday because she already looks eighteen. No such luck for me, though.
"Do you like it?" she asks. Her eyes are almost drilling into my face as she tries to discern my thoughts.
I shrug. Unsure as to whether she saw the shrug, I say "I dunno, but it's not like I want to run and hide."
She smiles and pulls me up onto the dance floor. I had hoped she wouldn't throw me in at the deep end, but here we go. I begin to get the hang of dancing to the beat, but make sure to stick close to Holly in case something happens. The night continues and we both drink, her drinking more than me because, unsurprisingly, I get drunk very quickly. She drinks a lot more than me though, and ends up drunker than I am.
We both stagger out of the nightclub a few hours later and make our way home.
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*Eighty years after immortality*
I don't think Holly's going to make it. Her heart started playing up a few months ago and yesterday I drove her to the hospital after she collapsed to the ground in our house. She moved in with me after her husband died and she started having health problems, so I turned the spare room of my cottage into a bedroom. I had enough money to look after us both, having realised that my habit of never-aging went beyond just looking really young, and becoming a minor celebrity. I've even written a book.
I hold tightly onto her hand, not wanting her to slip away from me. I realised a few decades ago this would happen when I survived a car crash, despite both cars being charred wrecks by the end. It seems I just can't die, but Holly can. Her breathing is quieter now. The doctors put her on whatever meds they could but she's not woken up yet, and I don't think she will.
At least it's during her sleep.
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*One hundred thousand years after immortality*
You know, they all left a few dozen millenia ago. Mucked something up with the planet and wiped out pretty much every living thing over the course of five weeks. About ten percent of people on Earth got some way out, whether by smuggling themselves onto cargo ships or by the refugee ships sent by Mars and the Moon.
And then I was left alone. I watched as even the cockroaches shriveled up in their little shells. I watched as fewer and fewer clouds made their way across the sky. I watched as I slowly slumped onto a rock, not moving for far too long.
But now I notice a brilliant flash of light in the sky, accompanied by a roaring that fills the entire valley. A small speck descends and becomes larger and larger, and I run over to it with the childish hope that's stayed with me all these years. The ship lands not too far off, and when I reach it I see real life people wandering about in whatever futuristic space suits they use nowadays. They all stop as they notice me running to them.
Once aboard their ship I notice they're all pretty weird, and very tall, but at least I'm home again. I snuggle into a small bed they made with a teddy something they gave me. I guess the teddy bears went extinct, too. | Feelings.
I wish I remembered how they felt like.
To be hurt, to be sad, to be angry, to love. I'm just a body, aimlessly walking this universe. I'm not searching for anyone or anything, I'm not trying to cleanse myself through a spiritual journey; I'm just moving, that's all I do anymore, move.
I've walked so much, the world has changed. Wars, epidemics, disasters, have shaped this world so much. We've flown to the stars and back, cured cancer, extended life. We have become Gods.
Humans have adapted, their chests are more barreled to keep bigger, more complex lungs to survive harsher environments not only from our own poisoned world, but other alien planets. Our eyes have become dim and wide from all the screens and sensors we look at all day. Skulls enlarge to fit our bigger brains to handle more senses and our surroundings.
But here I am, my chest flat, my tired eyes look closed compared to others, and a head small. I get looks, I've been examined, torn apart, put back together again, but I don't change. No matter what I always look the same. I've been freak, but to me, all of the rest are freaks.
I am who I am; a cursed man, stuck in time, traveling the worlds for no reason, just trying to find a place, to lie down, to rest and to hopefully be gone from this Hell. |
[WP] A genie will grant you one wish. You wish to be the adult your younger self imagined you would be. | "How young?" The genie asked, perplexed by my decision.
"Six," I reply confidently, feeling it was the appropriate mixture of childhood fantasy and an understanding of reality.
"And you're sure about this one? You don't want to just be your own ideal?"
"My ideal has since been corrupted. We're doing this."
He sighed heavily, "Alright, your wish your rules, but someone's gonna need to find the lamp again before this gets fixed up. I'm not going to be around, you know, to help you adjust."
As sparks shot from his fingertips and lights seemed to envelope the world, I refused to close my eyes. They burned with the brightness of it, yes, but I would not shut my eyes to the brilliance of my childhood dreams coming true. What would I be? A fireman? A professional videogamer? A superhero? So many things I had wanted so long ago. My eyes were watering now, and tears streamed down my face. Finally, when I could take no more, I squeezed them shut.
There was a great rush of air, and all was silent. Things were different. I could feel it in my bones, from my nose to my tail.
I flicked open one set of eyelids, and then the other, and cast my gaze around my city. People stared at me in awe and alarm. Cell phones were slowly raised, photos and videos taken. Someone started screaming, and the crowd began to move outward, flowing away from me in terror. Police officers ran toward me or away at random, some deciding that their pay-grade just was not high enough to deal with the present situation. I ignored the officers and their guns as I spread my great wings and left the surface. The winds from my escape shattered windows and floored those who had chosen to remain. As I soared higher, I let you a great gout of flame ahead of me.
I was a motherfucking dragon, and that's the way it was meant to be. | So I'm an astronaut now, I guess. Which sucks because I'm stuck in the international space station with zero knowledge of how to do my job.
See, I should have bundled my wish with the instructions on how to be an astronaut, but I wasn't thinking ahead. I was all hopped up on that new Star Wars trailer.
Shitty use of a wish. I mean, you gotta wish for money, right? Unlimited money, unlimited opportunities to go to space the right way. And unlimited everything else. I really dropped the ball.
EDIT: Typo |
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[WP] The Antichrist finds himself in the wrong apocalypse. | WHAT, SON OF MIDGARD? Rumbled the impossibly tall man, shaped like a crudely chiseled iceberg, wind whipping around him ferociously.
“I said!,” Snarled the handsome black-haired man, blue eyes flaring and teeth (a shade too white and a touch too sharp) showing, “What the HELL are you doing here?”
GODDESS HEL HAS FALLEN, uttered the colossus, in a voice implacable as continents.
The dark-haired man clawed the air in frustration, and lashed a vicious kick at a snowdrift. “No! No, you overgrown icicle! HELL! Aiche! Eee! Double-god-damned-HOCKEY-STICKS HELL!”
…WHAT IS ‘HOCKEY’?
“Arrgh!”
“A game!” Piped up a small, simpering imp, who a moment ago had been hidden in the man’s sleeve, and now squeezed his tiny, catlike face out from under the cuff. Apparently oblivious to his master’s incredibly foul mood, it blithered on, “A violence game played with sticks and hard things and blades on the feet! On ice!“ It attempted to cackle, but, smashed as it was, it came out more like a phlegmy chuckle.
The giant, astride his glacier, nodded. A FINE GAME.
The man violently wrested the imp from his coat, and tossed it, still cackling, over the side of the icy cliff. The glacier was grinding its way south at a disconcerting speed…
He whirled back to face the seemingly unconcerned giant. “Hell! Abbadon! The Abyss! Perdition! The Pit! Why, in the name of the The First Unclean, are you *crushing goddamn England * with your *goddamn* **trained avalanche!?**”
IT IS THE END. RAGNAROK. JORMUGAND’R HAS SLIPPED ITS BONDS. FENRIR MOVES TO EAT THE SUN. THE BOAT OF DEAD MEN’S NAILS HAS CRESTED THE LAST WAVE. WE HAVE FELLED THE SPAWN OF ODIN. SO, NOW ENDS MIDGARD.
“Well, that is completely unac-f-cking-ceptable!”
…YOUR APPROVAL IS SOMEWHAT…SURPUFLUOUS. Responded the giant, clearly a bit chagrined by the flat denial of the stranger at his pronouncement of the end-times. Normally, there was more wailing.
“Like hell it is! How am I supposed to topple the thrones of men when I can’t even *see* them anymore? How am I supposed to lead a one-world government when the UN is under half a mile of f-cking *ice*?! Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to build a bonfire, let alone a fire *pit*?. And *don’t get me started* on omens-“
I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOU-
“-because, HOW THE HELL,“ he roared, undissuaded “are the rivers supposed to run red with blood, when they’re *frozen solid!?* How am I supposed to scare the ravens from the Tower of London when you *ground them*, and *it*, to a paste *fifteen minutes ago?!* They’re still there! Sure, flatter, and a whole lot *deader*, but they’re still there! This is a disaster!”
…THAT IS THE IDEA. He was now deeply uncomfortable. No one had told him Ragnarok would involve this much… talking.
“I demand to see your supervisor!”
YOU…WHAT?
“Your boss! Loogie, or Luigi or whoever he is! Get that red-haired little asshole over here right *now!*”
Suddenly, the sun overhead, shining clearly here so far above the freezing stormclouds, blossomed into eight separate glowing orbs, and an austere-looking Indian man, holding a glowing sword, and riding a flying white horse, descended from the heavens, and alighted next to them.
“Hello? “he began a bit bashfully, in a thick Calcutta accent, “ I am here to end the evils of *Kali yuga*, and usher in a new age of *satya yuga*, but I think there is some confusion? I do not remember anything about ice?”
The dark-haired man stared, then rubbed the bridge of his nose and groaned aloud. “*Oh my *God*.”
“Avatar, actually.” The newcomer said in a peaked voice.
He stopped rubbing, and sighed. “No *kidding.*”
He tool on an indulgent expression, closed his eyes, and began to lecture in a satisfied tone.“No, I am not kidding. I am the last incarnation of Vishnu, the redeemer, the-“
The rest was cut off by a snowball to the face. He staggered, then recovered, and shot him a condemning look.
“…You put ice in that!”
“Did not! You didn’t see me!”
The giant *had* seen him, and he definitely did. This was getting out of hand.
… I WILL SEND FOR LOKI.
“Is Loki the one responsible for this, then?” A black hole opened midair, a rent torn into what looked like the night sky, and a man with skin tanned so brown it was almost black, covered in beads, colorful feathers, and a jaguar-pelt cloak, stepped out of it. He had two black eyes, a broken nose, and was covered from head to toe with bruises and cuts. He also had roughly a dozen arrows sticking from his back, but didn’t seem to notice them. He tossed his cracked-in –half stone-headed axe to the ground, where it started to smolder faintly.
He looked up, upon feeling the three sets of eyes upon him. “Yes, hello” he said, in a voice like a Latin romance, “I am *Huitzilopochtili*, god of the Day and of war also. I regret to say the *Tzitzimitl* bone spirits of the stars and servants of my sister *Coyolxauhqui*, damn them, have at last triumphed over me, and are on their way here now. Any moment, my sun will extinguish, and in the coming darkness, they will devour mankind. …I do not remember anything about ice, however.”
Curious gazes were directed to the heavens, where the eight suns were still slowly dancing in a circle. One of them winked out. The rest stayed, burning merrily.
“Ah… *Well*. A bit anticlimactic, I suppose.” He muttered idly. “Whose suns are those?”
“They are mine!” piped up the Indian man.
“One too many, in my opinion, but very nice.”
An impossibly large wolf took that moment to emerge from behind the horizon, reach up, and devour another sun in a single gulp.
“Much better. Six is a good number for suns.”
The black-haired man sat down heavily in the snow and held his face in his hands. “This is a nightmare. I’m having some kind of… of eschatological *nightmare*. I’m going to wake up, and I’ll be back in my home, and there will be the usual orgy waiting for me, and everything will be normal.”
“Say, would any of you happen to have the disembodied heart of a warrior on you?” Asked the new arrival casually.
Without looking , the black-haired man reached into a pocket, and absently tossed him a sandwich-sized Ziploc with something red inside it.
Forlorn, his head fell into his lap.“This is the *worst day of my life.*”
MINE, ALSO.
“Shut up.”
| I stood at the gates, my horsemen behind me and an army of demons further back. Finally the doors opened, fresh air poured into Hell, then a dead jaguar, then another dead jaguar, and about twelve more. "The hell?!"
A deep rumble responded from Hell itself "Yo?".
"What? No, just an expression."
"Alright. Bye."
A dark-skinned man in black Mayan dress came in through the doors.
"Sorry man, you guys were late so, you know, jaguars falling from the sky."
"We were like five minutes late! We ran into some traffic in the Pit of Despair."
"Don't know what to tell you, the Powers that Be are kind of particular about this sort of thing."
"Fuck you. C'mon guys, back to turning the spits."
"Awwwwww." |
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[WP] The Antichrist finds himself in the wrong apocalypse. | WHAT, SON OF MIDGARD? Rumbled the impossibly tall man, shaped like a crudely chiseled iceberg, wind whipping around him ferociously.
“I said!,” Snarled the handsome black-haired man, blue eyes flaring and teeth (a shade too white and a touch too sharp) showing, “What the HELL are you doing here?”
GODDESS HEL HAS FALLEN, uttered the colossus, in a voice implacable as continents.
The dark-haired man clawed the air in frustration, and lashed a vicious kick at a snowdrift. “No! No, you overgrown icicle! HELL! Aiche! Eee! Double-god-damned-HOCKEY-STICKS HELL!”
…WHAT IS ‘HOCKEY’?
“Arrgh!”
“A game!” Piped up a small, simpering imp, who a moment ago had been hidden in the man’s sleeve, and now squeezed his tiny, catlike face out from under the cuff. Apparently oblivious to his master’s incredibly foul mood, it blithered on, “A violence game played with sticks and hard things and blades on the feet! On ice!“ It attempted to cackle, but, smashed as it was, it came out more like a phlegmy chuckle.
The giant, astride his glacier, nodded. A FINE GAME.
The man violently wrested the imp from his coat, and tossed it, still cackling, over the side of the icy cliff. The glacier was grinding its way south at a disconcerting speed…
He whirled back to face the seemingly unconcerned giant. “Hell! Abbadon! The Abyss! Perdition! The Pit! Why, in the name of the The First Unclean, are you *crushing goddamn England * with your *goddamn* **trained avalanche!?**”
IT IS THE END. RAGNAROK. JORMUGAND’R HAS SLIPPED ITS BONDS. FENRIR MOVES TO EAT THE SUN. THE BOAT OF DEAD MEN’S NAILS HAS CRESTED THE LAST WAVE. WE HAVE FELLED THE SPAWN OF ODIN. SO, NOW ENDS MIDGARD.
“Well, that is completely unac-f-cking-ceptable!”
…YOUR APPROVAL IS SOMEWHAT…SURPUFLUOUS. Responded the giant, clearly a bit chagrined by the flat denial of the stranger at his pronouncement of the end-times. Normally, there was more wailing.
“Like hell it is! How am I supposed to topple the thrones of men when I can’t even *see* them anymore? How am I supposed to lead a one-world government when the UN is under half a mile of f-cking *ice*?! Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to build a bonfire, let alone a fire *pit*?. And *don’t get me started* on omens-“
I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOU-
“-because, HOW THE HELL,“ he roared, undissuaded “are the rivers supposed to run red with blood, when they’re *frozen solid!?* How am I supposed to scare the ravens from the Tower of London when you *ground them*, and *it*, to a paste *fifteen minutes ago?!* They’re still there! Sure, flatter, and a whole lot *deader*, but they’re still there! This is a disaster!”
…THAT IS THE IDEA. He was now deeply uncomfortable. No one had told him Ragnarok would involve this much… talking.
“I demand to see your supervisor!”
YOU…WHAT?
“Your boss! Loogie, or Luigi or whoever he is! Get that red-haired little asshole over here right *now!*”
Suddenly, the sun overhead, shining clearly here so far above the freezing stormclouds, blossomed into eight separate glowing orbs, and an austere-looking Indian man, holding a glowing sword, and riding a flying white horse, descended from the heavens, and alighted next to them.
“Hello? “he began a bit bashfully, in a thick Calcutta accent, “ I am here to end the evils of *Kali yuga*, and usher in a new age of *satya yuga*, but I think there is some confusion? I do not remember anything about ice?”
The dark-haired man stared, then rubbed the bridge of his nose and groaned aloud. “*Oh my *God*.”
“Avatar, actually.” The newcomer said in a peaked voice.
He stopped rubbing, and sighed. “No *kidding.*”
He tool on an indulgent expression, closed his eyes, and began to lecture in a satisfied tone.“No, I am not kidding. I am the last incarnation of Vishnu, the redeemer, the-“
The rest was cut off by a snowball to the face. He staggered, then recovered, and shot him a condemning look.
“…You put ice in that!”
“Did not! You didn’t see me!”
The giant *had* seen him, and he definitely did. This was getting out of hand.
… I WILL SEND FOR LOKI.
“Is Loki the one responsible for this, then?” A black hole opened midair, a rent torn into what looked like the night sky, and a man with skin tanned so brown it was almost black, covered in beads, colorful feathers, and a jaguar-pelt cloak, stepped out of it. He had two black eyes, a broken nose, and was covered from head to toe with bruises and cuts. He also had roughly a dozen arrows sticking from his back, but didn’t seem to notice them. He tossed his cracked-in –half stone-headed axe to the ground, where it started to smolder faintly.
He looked up, upon feeling the three sets of eyes upon him. “Yes, hello” he said, in a voice like a Latin romance, “I am *Huitzilopochtili*, god of the Day and of war also. I regret to say the *Tzitzimitl* bone spirits of the stars and servants of my sister *Coyolxauhqui*, damn them, have at last triumphed over me, and are on their way here now. Any moment, my sun will extinguish, and in the coming darkness, they will devour mankind. …I do not remember anything about ice, however.”
Curious gazes were directed to the heavens, where the eight suns were still slowly dancing in a circle. One of them winked out. The rest stayed, burning merrily.
“Ah… *Well*. A bit anticlimactic, I suppose.” He muttered idly. “Whose suns are those?”
“They are mine!” piped up the Indian man.
“One too many, in my opinion, but very nice.”
An impossibly large wolf took that moment to emerge from behind the horizon, reach up, and devour another sun in a single gulp.
“Much better. Six is a good number for suns.”
The black-haired man sat down heavily in the snow and held his face in his hands. “This is a nightmare. I’m having some kind of… of eschatological *nightmare*. I’m going to wake up, and I’ll be back in my home, and there will be the usual orgy waiting for me, and everything will be normal.”
“Say, would any of you happen to have the disembodied heart of a warrior on you?” Asked the new arrival casually.
Without looking , the black-haired man reached into a pocket, and absently tossed him a sandwich-sized Ziploc with something red inside it.
Forlorn, his head fell into his lap.“This is the *worst day of my life.*”
MINE, ALSO.
“Shut up.”
| "What." Jim stated flatly. As the Antichrist, he had expected to *bring* plagues, not find them. Shit, he had an *employee* who *specialized* in that sort of thing.
Regardless, there they were: zombies, shambling around, generally looking disheveled.
"*Pestilence!*" He shrieked. "Did you start without me?!"
Pestilence, a sickly, meek looking woman shuffled up to him, her gaze cast downward. "No. Honest." She mumbled.
"Where's Jesus?! Where are the angels?!" He shouted. War was getting antsy.
"Is there a Taco Bell anywhere? I'm super hungry, dude." Famine said, his long, greasy hair falling around his unshaven face.
"Just keep smoking your joint, Famine." Jim said. "Ah, jeez. What on earth am I gonna do for the next seven years?"
"Well, we could kill 'em!" Conquest said brightly. Jim rolled his eyes.
Typical Conquest. |
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[WP] The Antichrist finds himself in the wrong apocalypse. | WHAT, SON OF MIDGARD? Rumbled the impossibly tall man, shaped like a crudely chiseled iceberg, wind whipping around him ferociously.
“I said!,” Snarled the handsome black-haired man, blue eyes flaring and teeth (a shade too white and a touch too sharp) showing, “What the HELL are you doing here?”
GODDESS HEL HAS FALLEN, uttered the colossus, in a voice implacable as continents.
The dark-haired man clawed the air in frustration, and lashed a vicious kick at a snowdrift. “No! No, you overgrown icicle! HELL! Aiche! Eee! Double-god-damned-HOCKEY-STICKS HELL!”
…WHAT IS ‘HOCKEY’?
“Arrgh!”
“A game!” Piped up a small, simpering imp, who a moment ago had been hidden in the man’s sleeve, and now squeezed his tiny, catlike face out from under the cuff. Apparently oblivious to his master’s incredibly foul mood, it blithered on, “A violence game played with sticks and hard things and blades on the feet! On ice!“ It attempted to cackle, but, smashed as it was, it came out more like a phlegmy chuckle.
The giant, astride his glacier, nodded. A FINE GAME.
The man violently wrested the imp from his coat, and tossed it, still cackling, over the side of the icy cliff. The glacier was grinding its way south at a disconcerting speed…
He whirled back to face the seemingly unconcerned giant. “Hell! Abbadon! The Abyss! Perdition! The Pit! Why, in the name of the The First Unclean, are you *crushing goddamn England * with your *goddamn* **trained avalanche!?**”
IT IS THE END. RAGNAROK. JORMUGAND’R HAS SLIPPED ITS BONDS. FENRIR MOVES TO EAT THE SUN. THE BOAT OF DEAD MEN’S NAILS HAS CRESTED THE LAST WAVE. WE HAVE FELLED THE SPAWN OF ODIN. SO, NOW ENDS MIDGARD.
“Well, that is completely unac-f-cking-ceptable!”
…YOUR APPROVAL IS SOMEWHAT…SURPUFLUOUS. Responded the giant, clearly a bit chagrined by the flat denial of the stranger at his pronouncement of the end-times. Normally, there was more wailing.
“Like hell it is! How am I supposed to topple the thrones of men when I can’t even *see* them anymore? How am I supposed to lead a one-world government when the UN is under half a mile of f-cking *ice*?! Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to build a bonfire, let alone a fire *pit*?. And *don’t get me started* on omens-“
I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOU-
“-because, HOW THE HELL,“ he roared, undissuaded “are the rivers supposed to run red with blood, when they’re *frozen solid!?* How am I supposed to scare the ravens from the Tower of London when you *ground them*, and *it*, to a paste *fifteen minutes ago?!* They’re still there! Sure, flatter, and a whole lot *deader*, but they’re still there! This is a disaster!”
…THAT IS THE IDEA. He was now deeply uncomfortable. No one had told him Ragnarok would involve this much… talking.
“I demand to see your supervisor!”
YOU…WHAT?
“Your boss! Loogie, or Luigi or whoever he is! Get that red-haired little asshole over here right *now!*”
Suddenly, the sun overhead, shining clearly here so far above the freezing stormclouds, blossomed into eight separate glowing orbs, and an austere-looking Indian man, holding a glowing sword, and riding a flying white horse, descended from the heavens, and alighted next to them.
“Hello? “he began a bit bashfully, in a thick Calcutta accent, “ I am here to end the evils of *Kali yuga*, and usher in a new age of *satya yuga*, but I think there is some confusion? I do not remember anything about ice?”
The dark-haired man stared, then rubbed the bridge of his nose and groaned aloud. “*Oh my *God*.”
“Avatar, actually.” The newcomer said in a peaked voice.
He stopped rubbing, and sighed. “No *kidding.*”
He tool on an indulgent expression, closed his eyes, and began to lecture in a satisfied tone.“No, I am not kidding. I am the last incarnation of Vishnu, the redeemer, the-“
The rest was cut off by a snowball to the face. He staggered, then recovered, and shot him a condemning look.
“…You put ice in that!”
“Did not! You didn’t see me!”
The giant *had* seen him, and he definitely did. This was getting out of hand.
… I WILL SEND FOR LOKI.
“Is Loki the one responsible for this, then?” A black hole opened midair, a rent torn into what looked like the night sky, and a man with skin tanned so brown it was almost black, covered in beads, colorful feathers, and a jaguar-pelt cloak, stepped out of it. He had two black eyes, a broken nose, and was covered from head to toe with bruises and cuts. He also had roughly a dozen arrows sticking from his back, but didn’t seem to notice them. He tossed his cracked-in –half stone-headed axe to the ground, where it started to smolder faintly.
He looked up, upon feeling the three sets of eyes upon him. “Yes, hello” he said, in a voice like a Latin romance, “I am *Huitzilopochtili*, god of the Day and of war also. I regret to say the *Tzitzimitl* bone spirits of the stars and servants of my sister *Coyolxauhqui*, damn them, have at last triumphed over me, and are on their way here now. Any moment, my sun will extinguish, and in the coming darkness, they will devour mankind. …I do not remember anything about ice, however.”
Curious gazes were directed to the heavens, where the eight suns were still slowly dancing in a circle. One of them winked out. The rest stayed, burning merrily.
“Ah… *Well*. A bit anticlimactic, I suppose.” He muttered idly. “Whose suns are those?”
“They are mine!” piped up the Indian man.
“One too many, in my opinion, but very nice.”
An impossibly large wolf took that moment to emerge from behind the horizon, reach up, and devour another sun in a single gulp.
“Much better. Six is a good number for suns.”
The black-haired man sat down heavily in the snow and held his face in his hands. “This is a nightmare. I’m having some kind of… of eschatological *nightmare*. I’m going to wake up, and I’ll be back in my home, and there will be the usual orgy waiting for me, and everything will be normal.”
“Say, would any of you happen to have the disembodied heart of a warrior on you?” Asked the new arrival casually.
Without looking , the black-haired man reached into a pocket, and absently tossed him a sandwich-sized Ziploc with something red inside it.
Forlorn, his head fell into his lap.“This is the *worst day of my life.*”
MINE, ALSO.
“Shut up.”
| "What do you mean I need to eat this "Sol thing"? I'm supposed to have a nice battle with some angels, see some whores riding 7 horned beast, claim the remaining souls of Earth. Ya'know, real apocalyptic stuff."
The large flaming (in multiple ways: both literally on fire, and having a crush on a icy looking thing AC had seen earlier) giantesque form stared at him with stupid small eyes, "I dunno whatta doo. I shuld jest bring ya to Looki."
"No, I demand to see the lead Satanist. Not that you're doing a bad job around here, I love what you've done with the guy both speared into and hanging from a tree, but I think this leads a bit more... organization."
I wanna write more but am at school right now, if anyone wants more AC in Nagnarok, tell me. |
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