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A figure in horned makuta got pushed down kneeling in front of the Queen of Hell, a god with skeletons upon his crown and a dark brassen skin groaned as he looked at Charlotte, with her trident over the ground and five other deities sat on the lesser thrones.
“Yama, son of Surya and lord of Naraka” Charlie called a shackled figure behind her and five other dark deities, crossing her arms as the god in front of her remained his resistance. “This is your last chance to pledge your loyalty to the council of Apocalypse, or perish” she offered her captive stoically.
The beaten stocked figure shook his head, remaining calm even in front of the daughter of Lucifer and five other gods joined her cause. “Charlotte, Daughter of Lucifer, you are aware this is against the law of dharma…” he warned before Vaggie stabbed him in the back, causing him to bleed and scream in pain for a moment.
Charlie chuckled while shaking her head, getting up from her throne and looked down at the stubborn brazen lord. “God of laws and judgment under Mahameru’s name?” She looked at the two deities on her right sides; Whiro, the lizard sorcerer of Polynesian Atua and Loki, the crooked and lanky figure with horns whose skin was always coated with frost. “You’re going to teach me about Karma and stuff?”
“There is no point teaching anything with morality to a tyrant drunk in grudge and power anyway” Yama snickered before Vaggie stabbed him right over the same wound to push him back to bowing.
“You old judge is in your death place…” Vaggie yelled before grabbing him by the back of the head and slamming it on the floor a few times. “She can kill you any moment” she prepared to thrust her spear into Yama’s flesh the third time.
Raised her palm up, Charlie paused Vaggie from stabbing the captive as she looked at other three on the left; Set, the Lord of forsaken sand, Ares, the hulking figure under hoplite armor and ever-burning flame of war, and Xolotl, the hound-headed god with everlasting horrid odor and rotting wounds. “Don’t kill him, the worthy seventh member is not easy to find” she warned as she stepped down to Yama “Of course, someone else can take his place. But with his access to the library of karma and reincarnation…” she grabbed Yama by his neck, forcing him to get up “I may find the way to dominate more humans easily!”
Lord Yama, despite looking old and bruised, stared back into Charlie’s eyes unshaken, reflecting his loath and disappointment upon her. “Don’t you realize you have become what Shayamin expect you to be-”
Splat!
A swift cut echoed through the hall as the captive’s head fell to the ground, as dead as skulls on his crown. “I tried to change it…” she stepped on Yama’s lifeless torso, pinning her trident over his back “...If Yohawah wanted me to be his enemy, then I will be the one destroying all he loves”. She looked at the window behind her, where Heavenly sphere shone through waving smog and burning ash from the factories and forges of Hell below. “If he never wants redemption, then I will give Hell its salvation through heaven’s falls”
“Well. Let me take this deva-meat…” Alastor, wearing advisor’s attire, entered the hall before tearing Yama’s stumping arm with his thinner one alone. “May I bring the placeholding volunteer one in? Princess-”
Blast!
A wave of flame engulfed Yama’s dead, cooking it brown and somehow dry. “I am your queen now, Alastor” she groaned before putting her trident back to a holding stance. The other five deities paused before preparing their gesture to prepare for the last member after Yama’s execution.
“Sorry, I just want this steak well-done” Alastor chuckled before dragging Yama’s cremated body from the hall as Vaggie opened the door for the last candidate. A goddess with gray hair and face hidden under a Kabuki mask of geisha. Her Kimono was pale with a hint of blood and fire patterned on the fabric as its end dragged on the floor with a fan in her left hand and iron-bladed umbrella on her right. The figure was silent, yet, leaving the odor of corpse and ash behind her steps.
“Who are you supposed to be?” Loki asked as he got up from his seat by a lanky wooden cane, glaring at the mysterious lady with a pair of glowing ruby eyes from behind her mask. “This is not a clubhouse for any fancy-”
“Izanami” she answered dryly and emotionlessly, making a sign for the Yokais to stop following her by the moves of her fan “The forsaken goddess who brought end to thousand humans a day”. She nodded to Charlie as other five deities glared and waited for her explanation. “I should wish for a hundred thousand or million each hour passed, so those ungrateful monkeys will learn their place”
Charlie nodded before spreading her arm toward the last empty seat. “I don’t actually hate humanity though. They are victims of the unloving creators, just like hellborns” she declared as she looked at each god. “Whiro, make spreading the seeds of hatred faster” she pointed at the lizard god “Loki, promise power and inflict conflicts between rulers of the Earth”. She continued as she pointed at Set “You keep disaster and betrayal running subtly. Ares, prepare to unleash global scale-war upon the Earth”. She eventually turned to toward Izanami “You and Xololt go and create the plague to kill as many people as possible before they could turn toward heaven”
As Charlie left the throne hall, Vaggie followed her as she looked at her sweetheart’s face while smiling lightly. “Um, Charlie?” She called the Queen of the Seven Rings by her nickname “Finally, the Seven Seats had been completed. Your father must be proud of you.”
Charlie paused as her face remained deadpan, grabbing the holder of the dimmed room before sliding it open. She looked at Husk, with his neck collared and chained with marks of injections and fallen fur scattered across his body. His eyes no longer reflect any sapience as he crawled on four bulged legs with bones overgrown as spikes, groaning like a beast.
“Seems like even I turned him into a beast, he still loves Angel deeply” she mumbled as she clicked on her tablet to call for Alastor. Among the torn bodies of beasts and hellborns was Angel Dust’s skeleton with a silicone-based coating to replicate his living self laying at the corner with hay and half-rotten flesh. Husk growled as he stood between Charlie, Vaggie, and the loose replica of his dead friend. “Valentino threatened to hurt Angel if I gave a speech…” she sighed as she looked into Husk’s feral eyes “So I have to destroy his bargaining chip.” her tears rolled down the cheeks as she handed a tablet to Vaggie. “It hurts me too! To kill the first clientele, but I can’t betray the revenge!” she roared before throwing a chopped hand of Lord Yama on the floor. “Those fuckers killed my dad, and I must protect my people!”
Husk calmed down his roar, sniffing the hand of the dead god before chomping a large chunk of it before dragging the rest with his arms, or what turned into front paws, toward Angel’s silicone-coated corpse and put it nearby him before laying and purring nearby the dead spider. “I am sorry, but You don’t work with me as a sapient being…” she turned away as Alastor ran toward her and paused. “Alastor, prepare Husk for the battle against Asgard.” she commanded before wiping her tears away.
“Heaven by heaven, let them burn and fall…”she took a deep breath, sighing before entering the balcony as she looked at her legions of militia and war engines. “We will strike Shamayin as the last…”
In the longhouse made of volcanic stones, gold-infused logs, and metallic trophies, the group of Vikings and Valkyries gathered in front of the table hosted the Aesirs and Vanirs, with Odin sitting on the tallest seat. The old man with one eye stitched shut under a crown of steel and spikes looked at a slim man with blonde braided ponytail, light clothing of leather and fur, and scrolls of leathers on his wrists kneeled in front of the table.
“Hermorr Odinson” The figure with a horn and glowing eyes through his helmet shouted, echoing the hall “Declare the reports to Vahalla, Aesirs, Vanirs, Valkyries, Warriors of Asgard, Vanahelm, Midgard, Nidavellir, and Alfheim”
Hermorr, god of messenger, got up from kneeling, looking at the gods in front of him. “All-Father Odin, I am afraid that the Ragnarok is approaching from Helheim” he shouted as the warriors of men, dwarves, and elves, stopped their chatting and bickering, making a silence that even a campfire sounded clear. “My scout in the Pride Ring of Sheol reported Queen Charlotte has prepared her troop readied, and Valhalla will be the first to burn”
A hammer slammed against the floor, as a figure with red hair and sparks of lightning around him and his hammer glared at Hermorr. “Let them come and try!” He shouted as he lifted his hammer ready “Tyr and I, Thor, will pin them back right to the pit they belong to!” he shouted as he raised his hammer, cheering the warriors of the hall “Ragnarok my reel! She is not even born a warrior!”
“Even if she is not a fighter herself, she may be a schemer or tactician. Thor” Tyr, a god with slimmer build and holding a spear with frost coating the tip. “This war might not be the Ragnarok, but she got Loki on her side and she could take some of us down into her shackles!” he warned as he raised his spear “So prepare for a fight that will kill you as free warriors!”
A god with glowing eyes paused all sudden, holding his horn tight as he stared at the gate in terror. “She has arrived…” he mumbled.
“Impossible…” Odin got up with his Gungnir prepared and his pair of ravens and hounds got up to follow him. “They have to climb through Hel’s domain or crawl up Yggdrasil…” he turned toward the horn-holding god. “Heimdal, how?!”
An altar of the mummified body of Lucifer was raised as the tearing portal emerged with armies of gunned imps and gunned war drones swarming out through it. “But he is dead…dry of power to command a portal or anything-”
Heimdal pointed at what was behind Lucifer’s ribs as he prepared to sound a horn. A limbless body of Emily with wings clipped, blinded with tongue and teeth removed, was stitched and tied to Lucifer’s unholy relic by spiked vires and threads of dead giants’ hair. “Protect Valhalla! Don’t let them reach the field!” he shouted as the combined forces of men, dwarves, and elves stationed as the Valkyries and berserkers charged to the horde of imps and drones.
As drones hailed bullets upon the charging berserkers, some of them rolled down the hill by excess bleeding and being toxicated. “Those bullets just kill our berserker's lines?!” Mist, one of the Valkyries, glared in disbelief before following a few of her sisters-at-arms to destroy the maniac drones firing the frontlines of men and dwarves.
While the frontlines of imp infantry reached the field between the approaching Legions of Hell and the hill of Valhalla, the remaining Berserkers hit several heavy blows upon the imps by momentum, prowess of several centuries’ training, and blessing of Asgards. Upon the skies, hails of hell-forged bullets and elven arrows hit their opponents while a dozen of Valkyries slashed and broke the metallic flyers to turn the tide of battles as Charlie sat still on her war-throne with a pillar carried her dead father and a captured and amputated angel locked inside, groaning as she looked at Vaggie. “Kill those pony riders” she commanded as Vaggie and dashed with her corrupted angelic spear stabbed on one of their horses.
The imps had been slain by berserkers’ weapons and brute strength as those who survived got killed by the chosen vikings and dwarven axes and hammers. Some of the remaining and dismoraled imp infantry got shot from the elven arrows as they fled from the battlefield. One of a full regiment ran toward the forest while being chased by the group of unarmored dwarves with dual axes.
Blast!
A lightning struck right upon them, killing half of the troop and injuring the other half as Thor emerged from the charred smoke and scattered ground of slain imps. “This is the best you got?!” He shouted toward Charlie’s direction, taunting as he grabbed one of the imps crawling away and smashed her head by his hand.
Pitch black tentacles emerged from one of the watchtowers as the elven archers hopped down before the beast with antlers and sinister smiles got his grasps upon them. Group of the watchmen blasted catapults and ballistas against Alastor, trying their best to stop him from breaching the wall. Thor threw the slain imp away before dashing toward Charlie’s direction by his hammer’s leading him with speed of lightning.
Crash! Thud!
As Mjolnir landed on the place where Charlie was supposed to be, all Thor found was a shattered clay mannequin as Loki appeared out of thin air. “Foolishly straightforward as always, my brother” he mocked God of Thunder with a smirk of satisfaction. More portals emerged as armed cannibals, succubi/incubi with blades and enhancements, and war automatons rushed to aid the imps on the siege of Valhalla. “You may want to check your father-”
Inside the hall, Odin and the three oldest Valkyries sisters fought against Charlie and Vaggie, both riding a beastial corrupted Husk barded with spiked armors and unholy runes. The tables were turned and broken in half, stone altars of warriors shattered on the floor, and bodies of Hell’s elite warriors and the greatest of Vikings laid dead alike.
Hellforged Trident clashed against Gungnir, Odin, despite looking old and unarmored, retained his martial mastery as he pushed against Charlie’s attacks as if he foresaw her moves. “You killed all the other six Sins just to control everything! You’re much lower than those you hate, and weaker than any of the gods!” He squeezed a stone held in his palm as Asgard turned gray as all the glowing runes dimmed. The automatons of Hell deactivated as Mjolnir Thor threw toward Alastor suddenly fell on the ground without lightning struck and the elven arrows lost their targets.
“Your reign is over, Charlotte.” he revealed a rune that was made of a smooth stone and his own eye before he put it back into his cloak “Now, neither of us can use magic. But Aesirs are warriors in blood!” he raised his spear, slamming it on Charlie’s head.
Stab!
Vaggie’s spear pierced through Odin’s heart as he noticed the three Valkyries were mauled by Husk’s feral strikes and hunger. Golden godly blood dripped on the floor as Asgard’s color reemerged, but the dimmed runes had turned dark as Thor broke the gate to see his father’s chest being impaled before dropping dead as Charlie picked his eye-rune and Grungni. She smiled slightly at Vaggie before clashing her trident and Spear of Odin against another. The middle blade turned golden and enlarged as the other two turned curved while the Heart on the base formed Othala rune upon it.
“Seems like your lightning is not fast enough, Thor.” Charlie chuckled as she swung her trident as Thor threw his hammer toward Charlie’s direction just to get blocked by a force field she summoned. “And rarely watch your back-”
Alastor’s tentacles grabbed Thor’s limbs before he threw his body into his fanged mouth, swallowing him whole. “My queen, should we kill the fleeing Generals as well?” he grinned while turning back to his original form. He resummoned the collar on Husk’s neck and electrocuted him when he passed out.
“Let them tell other heavens the war has started, and we are coming for all of them” She glared at Vali that dashed to ax her throat from behind, slashing him in half by her trident. “Especially Sera. If redemption is not a choice, then heavens’ destruction is Hell’s salvation” she stepped out of the shattered door, looking at cannibals feasting on flesh of men, dwarves, and elves while the reactivated engine killed the remaining warriors who fought even after their lord’s falls.
Loki approached Charlie with a gentle bow. “As Odin and Thor are no more, may I rule Valhalla under your command?” he asked as Charlie glared at him in displeasure. Vaggie rolled her eyes while Alastor looked at Loki in amusing glare.
Charlie clicked a few commands on her tablet as the portals opened on the sky as a few cannoned airships blasted the longhouse, barracks, orchards, and monuments across the realm of Asgard. “You have ruled part of my Hell already, Loki” she reminded him as she looked at destruction of Asgard apathetically “Asgard will serve as the warning ground”.
“Asgard has been razed!” Archangel Gabriel was announced to the council of Seraphim as he carried the wooden god with parts of his body crackled and burnt in fire and let him sit on the chair in the center of the hall. “I manage to save Mimir, but he will die as soon as Yggdrasil perishes as well” Gabriel left the hall as Sera looked at the Pagan god who was charred alive in terror, especially that his right chest was marked with a Pentagram.
Lute walked toward Mimir, slashing his head off the throat as she groaned in anger. “Why we are bother letting this pagan phantom defiles our hall of Shamayin anyway!” she demanded an answer as Mimir’s body collapsed on the floor. “I told all of you we should exterminate Hell when we had a chance! She killed Emily!”
“...She was still alive, but worse than dead…” Mimir’s head mumbled apathetically as he glared at Lute in displeasure. “Will you just behead every single god entering your cloudy chamber?” he joked as Lute’s face turned red “You can’t behead Ganesh tho, he will just get another elephant head from Earth”
As Lute prepared to blast Mimir’s head by her palm’s blast, Sera got up from her seat with her new disciple preparing to note her words. “Mimir, the Jotunn of Yggdrasil, what do you mean by that?” she firmly asked the head whose body was burning even quicker as it was engulfed in flame.
“Dear the council of Seraphims” Mimir took a deep breath before coughing smoke “You may remember killing Lucifer, but his power remained without energy source…and just one Seraphim is enough…” he paused before exhaling sparks of fire “...to refuel him and made their patchwork a kind of key to heavens” he explained as his cheeks and eyelids cracked and charred like logs in a fireplace.
“You are telling us that the fancy princess has not learned her place-” Adam smirked from a wheelchair/throne-like construct before getting muted by Sera’s spell.
Mimir’s head was engulfed in blaze as his body turned into ash while his hair burned to a crisp. “She is fighting the Kami at Ame-To, and Earth is suffering from the plague and scattering wars upon it…” he groaned before his head blasted like a fireball, leaving nothing but pieces of burned wood and bone shards.
Sera unmuted Adam, who was sitting on the supporting seat as he required text-to-speech audio while his face still expresses emotions and sign languages as usual. “So, we go and kill her after those Kami are all dead and we take the credit?” he asked in confusion.
“I suggest let other heavens fight them for us and get destroyed before we launch our attacks when Hell’s force was weakened and those traitors all slain” Lute raised her hand to the council before glaring at Mimir’s cremated dead in disgust.
Remaining silent for a moment, Sera glared at Mimir’s ashen remains with teary eyes and gritted teeth, clenching her hands. “Where will be her next target? Gabriel” she asked the Archangel who paused as none had seen Sera losing much of her calmness since millennia ago, “I don’t care if she or we will kill many deities on the path, but that bitch must pay!” She shouted, demanding the location.
Gulping and shaking his head slowly, Gabriel sighed. “Reed of Osiris, my lady” he answered hesitantly, looking around while stuttering “I would rather suggest we making truce with Amun-Ra and Osiris and deal with her together first”
“Blasphemy!” Lute interrupted Gabriel’s suggestion, raising her spear “No compromise to those betrayers and usurpers!” she shouted at the exorcists, hailing the warcry “We are the blade of God’s fury! We are deliverers of his punishment!” she repeatedly yelled as the rest followed, as Adam’s audio machine synchronized with the chant.
Sera sighed as she moved her hand upward, letting the engines under the hall to reveal the flaming sword laying on a shroud with a golden cross symbol on it. “Then, take this, Lute. Michael had left this place for unknown reason since Lucifer’s death” she explained calmly while hinting a smirk “I believe he knows as Lucifer is no more, his duty is over and he went to find our Father”
Smirking and rubbing her palms, Lute reached for the Sword of the Archangel and grabbed its holder before yanking her hand off it as soon as she reached it. “Fuck! It burns!” she yelled as she looked at her metallic hand turned red and her original one got wounded. “I think he doesn’t think we need it, my lady”
“She is right” Adam supported with a grin even though the voice was a kind of redneck Southern accent from his audio “How much destruction could she cause?!”
The fireball crashed into the grand palace of Osiris, causing an explosion of a flaming mushroom as the remaining stone warriors held the lines over the flaming reed field against hellish robotic juggernauts.
Charlie slowly landed in front of Ra, who crawled from a broken chariot as all of his horses and bodyguards were dead. “I have killed Amaeterasu and Tyr…what would make you have a better chance to survive?” she asked a hawk-headed god as he tried to reach for a scepter of flaming scarab.
Ra pointed a specter to Charlie’s direction, sending a swarm of million scarab set ablaze against her as he got up and ran away and hopped over Imhotep’s lifeless body. “Sorry, and thanks for this staff!” he yelped as he entered the chamber and shut the door.
With a swift spin of her trident(or nine-bladed double-handed sword/sai-spear), she pushed the scarabs away. “You are just prolonging your torment!” She shouted before Ares broke in from another door, squeezing Sobek’s head in his hand. “Ares, how many of these bastards left?”
“Not more than twelve. Izanami just killed Tefnut and Bastet minutes ago.” Ares shrugged as Anubis entered through the hole on the wall caused by Ra’s crash. Anubis’ head was bleeding as he held Husk’s lifeless head and Niffty as a hostage.
Anubis dropped Husk’s head glared in terror on the floor, and got a dagger against Niffty's throat. “Leave. You have slain enough gods…” he sighed exhaustedly, while determined to stop the madness. “You have no idea if we are all slain, the Nile will dry and Egypt will be damned…”
Blast!
A beam of light burned both Niffty and Anubis in front of Charlie as armies of Exorcists emerged from the sky out of a dozen beams of light, slaying both forces of the Seven Rings and Khemet alike. Lute, confronted Charlie and Ares with her fortified arm-glove holding Michael’s flaming sword that holder was covered by the shroud. “You think we will just wait for your pets to kill us?” She paused and stepped on Niffty’s charred skull and slash her sword on Anubis’ dead.
After a heavy slam as she struggled to control Michael’s sword like it was being too heavy or had its own mind, Lute dashed toward Charlie who was shocked from seeing her killed Niffty by a blast and approached the Battle of the Reeds out of surprise.
Clang!
A staff interrupted Michael’s flaming sword as it got cut in half but Charlie backed off from the attack. “Oh Sphinx Hedjet’s Itching Tits…” Horus glared at his own staff before getting his head sliced by Lute’s sudden slash.
“My PETS?! We have enough of being your God’s livestock!” Charlie groaned as she slammed her sword against Lute’s arm, realizing Lute’s weapon was too dangerous to clash against it directly.
Lute tried to lift Michael’s sword after it sliced Horus’ brain and eye clean. “They had their chance…” she groaned as she noticed her mechanic arm was damaged so she pushed her force from her original arm and slammed a sword toward Charlie “-And you’re the damned one’s spawn!”
As a sword slashed on Charlie’s arm that did not carry a sword, she bleeded as her arm dismembered as she backed away “Chance your ass!” She shouted as Ares stopped breaking the vault to Osiris’ hall and speared himself on Lute, giving Charlie a chance to escape as Vaggie broke out of hundreds of Medjay swarming her. “Retreat!” she shouted as she held her bleeding stump where her arm belonged.
Lute chased after Charlie before Ares pulled her by the wings, making her drop a sword. “Your fight is not over yet!” Ares shouted as Thoth emerged from a half-broken door while clumsily getting out of the hall of Osiris.
“Shamayim sends you here to save us? After we enslaved your people, such a kindness” he tried to smooth-talking to Lute who wrestled against Ares, trying his best to ignore Horus and Imhotep’s dead bodies. “I will persuade Ra and Osiris to-”
Crash! Smash!
Throwing Ares’ three size taller body against Thoth and breaking the stone gate, Lute exhaled deeply and panted in exhaustion after pushing her force against Ares. Inside where only Osiris, Rah, Isis, Hathor, and Hapi remained with a dozen of Pharaohs who swore to guard the Lord of Afterworld. “I don’t negotiate with heretic beings…” she grabbed a broken piece of Horus’ staff, stabbing right into Thoth’s eye through the opposite temple.
Once a home of 8 millions people and beacon of liberty, New York City had been engulfed in radiation and hellfire alike, as forces of hostile nations and terrorists assaulted right at the DC before ‘demons breakout’ and the deadliest plague in history broke out in the same year. It was the lowest of humanity, as if it was an apocalypse.
The Federal Bulletproof truck drove across the ruin of the Big Apple, crashing imps that tried to attack it. “President Smith told us to save all the able-bodied civilians and children!” a muscular African-American commando leader commanded his crews, looking at a vat containing an anthropomorphic serpent-like being with burnt scar, surgery marks, and cybernetic implants. “This anomaly we cloned will hurt anyone who is too close to it.” He warned before clicking a touch screen, sending a reanimated, cybernetic dead Sir Pentious several meters in front of the van. “Future of the States’ return depends on you, the rescue force of the United States!” He opened the van’s door, shooting a laser cannon against one of the buff hellhounds rushing toward them. “Go, go, go!”
15 special forces attacked the enemies from all directions as they divided their group into a few groups to the ruined buildings. The leader stood alone as he stabbed the approached succubus in her throat, cutting it open as organs dropped.
“Synthetic Celestium Steel…” he shrugged while admiring its detail “The Pentagon is being really useful for once” he grinned before taking out another knife and clashed against approached demons.
From a frontline, Cherri Bomb threw a grenade on the Federal Truck, destroying its containing box as she glared around in amusement. She felt excitement and dominance from slaying the pathetic remains of humanity, even though there were not more than a dozen states left, the American still fought back to Queen Charlotte’s legion. She imagined her breaking into where the President’s remaining loyalists are and engulfed them in hellfire, smirking before noticing a familiar figure in different appeal.
Sir Pentious in his Angelic form, or seemed he used to before he got killed by getting his belly cut open by Angelic Steel. The States ‘revived’ him by putting dozens of ‘technological upgrades’ across his body, cutting his body and adjusting it by dozens more surgeries, and his eyes were blank and his neck was branded with the symbol of the US Army.
“Pentious?!” Cherri shouted as she saw Sir Pentious slicing imp infantrymen with claws and a bladed tail. “Remember me?!” She kept yelling before pausing as she noticed he acted nothing like Sir Pentious she knew, turning toward her cold and unemotional before slithered toward her direction.
Clang!
By her quick instinct, Cherri put her blade against her lover’s claws those were modified with attached gloves with angelic steels. She looked into his visor to see only emptiness besides animalistic and programmed instinct. He was washed clean into a human's killing machine after Heaven slayed him.
“Snap out of this! Pen!” Cherri begged before slashing a visor that was attached on his eyes, or, actually, replacing them as part of his skull was revealed from a broken mirror. Pentious collapsed nearby a shattered window as he saw his own reflection and recalled the blocked memory; after Lute executed him and Sera demanded his body threw on Earth, he was ‘rescued’ by a group of terrorist to be modified with their patchwork gadgets before the States’ Force broke in and turned him further into a killing machine.
Stab!
The Commando’s leader stabbed a Celestium Steel blade into Cherri’s knee before another right into her chest. “You fucking blow my truck?! Now die!” he groaned before hitting the back of her neck with his elbow.
With a glimpse of memory and wild instinct, Sir Pentious slithered toward the Commando as he bit his leg just to get kicked away. “My leg? You mean my prosthetic leg?” he smirked, looking at the torn pant leg revealing a plastic-like structure taking his leg’s place. “You’re out of service earlier than I expected” he prepared his laser-fortified handgun “I am gonna miss how to rip those demons’ eyeballs tho”
Roaring in an angry cackle, Sir Pentious speared himself and headbutted his steel-fortified skull against the Commando, making him bleed and caused a breaking sound. A group of other commandos approached the uncontrolled living weapon, hailing bullets on him. His blue synthetic blood bled from dozens of wounds as he swallowed the lead commando’s head, biting his head off clean.
“Chief Warrant Goldberg” A walkie-talkie of the second-in-command figure sounded “Evacuate the civilians! Leave the battle area right now!” a stern female ordered as the figure nodded to his undercommands.
As the human troopers left the scene and focused on protecting their ‘precious’ civilians instead of killing him, he felt their customized bullets would do it any minute soon anyway. He crawled toward Cherri, concentrating his consciousness and touched her cheek carefully with his heavily-modified hand that was meant to be a killing machine instead of a gentle touch. His voice cord was destroyed, wherever it was Lute, the terrorist, or the Pentagon who did it, it did not matter as he smiled lightly on Cherri’s teared eye along a light smile returned before she shut her eyelid and embraced her death.
Looking around as he slain most of the demons, dead body of Cherri, and reflection of himself; modified heavily beyond return to his original self, wounded severely as sharp pain spreaded across his remained organic tissues, and had branded with damnations of banishment from heaven, scars of modification and insignia of the States that turned him into a weapon. He decided to perform the last slaughter, putting his claw over a broken abdomen that was partly replaced and fortified with titanium-based alloy and prepared to break it. He was no longer alive, and he should let his death complete.
A plane of Eurasian Communist Liberation Union emerged from the sky, dropping a bomb as Pentious gutted himself while groaning in pain. Titanium shells were removed to reveal his stitched muscles and organs soaked in blue sync-blood and hint of original angelic gold. As soon as the bomb hit the ground, a flash of light bursted with a tower of radiated smoke reached the cloud and formed ripples of sonic waves as the mushroom of death was formed. Sir Pentious felt burning pain from radiation and intense heat that marched from miles away, reaching for his dying body as the ruined building collapsed and melted in his witness. At least he could be assured as soon as the light sphere consumed him, he wouldn’t be hurt any longer.
The last attempt he did was simple; crawling to Cherri’s dead, coiled himself around her as a cuddle before the radiation and photon engulfed their bodies and erased them from existence.
Inside the cave with engines and forges placed along with relics of demigods and heroes; Leather of Nemean Lion, Scythe of Uranus, Metallic Replica of Argo, and Golden Fleece. Charlie sat on the marble chair as a medic of the Seven Rings and Hermes treated her severed stump where her arm was. “Haelphatus, make sure my new arm is enough to slay gods and seraphim!” she yelled as Vaggie poured loots from Valhalla, Ame-To, The Reeds, and Taoist Dhatian. “You get these tools and it’s better worth something great!”
A bald hunchback god who sat on an automaton wheelchair lowered his engine, observing several weapons and artifacts of slain deities in fascination. “So, will you spare Olympus as you promised?” He took Bishamonten’s enhanced brass Pagoda and Tyrfing Runed Claymore to observe them. “Impressive craft…” he turned toward his Cyclop workers “Let’s make Queen Charlotte the Godslaying Arm!”
“If Zeus won’t cling on Humanity or betray us for Shamayim first” she bluntly answered as Alastor gazed upon the hidden workshop, looking at the Cyclop taking the backbone of Osiris to compare it with Charlie’s remaining arm. “So, god-spine for my new arm? I am impressed” Charlie smirked before the Cyclop suddenly stabbed it right into the wound.
Helphatus vigorously put a dozen of metallic artifacts into a burning crucible, melting them after removing runes, gemstones, and any functional additional attachments from them. “Then we are likely to work together as long as there are always nice holes for him in Hell” he shrugged as he flattened Hachiman’s shoulder plates and weaved it with Freya’s enhanced leather.
“Ha ha, very funny” Alastor chuckled sarcastically while looking at the lamed god and his Cyclop crews working on the mastercraft. “Did you know Olympus is being besieged?” he asked before a quake shook and rocklets fell from the ceiling.
Slamming hammer over a heating alloy while another testing gemstones and runestones’ power, the Cyclops worked quickly as they could while Helphatus chopped the excess part of Osiris’ spine and prepared to work on making an elbow with swift break and joint made of jade orb. “Your highness, we are trying our quickest to make a craft worth slaying Seraphim…” he promised as he pulled and pushed the spines briefly “Is it hurt?”
“A bit-”
Splat! Rip!
“Nervous system’s connected” Helphatus answered as Charlie felt her bare new ‘arm’ hurt like being exposed to acid while it was already infected and had fevers. “Kinda grateful You threw Ares into a battle against Ra and Osiris anyway. He is a jerk.” he whispered before a lightning strike and a blade clash sounded from above as one of the pillars cracked. “Are the muscles ready yet?!” He shouted to the Cyclop that weaved silks from slain Taoist and Shinto deities’ clothes and soaked in blood-like elixir infused mead from Valhalla and water in the gourd of ‘Li the Iron-Staffed’.
Vaggie observed other groups of Cyclops who put alloys to coat the exoskeleton shields for the armor as they imbued each plate with stones of power and carved circuits on it. “This is as great as you promised us or else!”
Trying to keep his cool and his craft smoothly made, the forging god reached for the silk-and-elixir-made muscles and weaved it over Charlie’s new bone. “Vaggie, You can’t rush a masterpiece without quality sacrificed” he explained as he formed Charlie a hand as she tested her thumb and index fingers. “So, is it too sensitive or blunt?” he asked Charlie as he lowered his back to watch closer.
Bang!
Hestia, in her cloak resembling a combination of housewife and blacksmith, pushed the gate along with help of Ares’ Spartois, rushing into the hall. “They send in another flock!” She yelled as Helphetus took a deep breath, trying to focus. “Sera leads that army herself!” she panicky reported before dropping a goblet of endless wine on the floor. “They already got Dionesus!”
“We have to put on armor quickly and raw then!” He shouted in anger, seeing the wine dry out and the gemstones on the goblet turned dull as the god owning it was gone. “Queen Charlotte. This will hurt for brief moment, but will hurt so bad-”
Exorcists, along with Martyric warriors of Maccabees, Templars, and Ghazi joined troops, clashed against Harpies, Centaurs, Minotaurs, Cyclops, and Hoplites under service of Olympian deities. Sera blasted a beam of light that shook Olympus and broke part of it along with hundreds of reanimated warriors and one of the furies. Hercules led the charge of Sparta’s finest against the Templars on celestial steeds that were either scared or broken by spears or fists of the demigod. The sky was filled with flashing and clashing of weapons while the mountain was painted by blood of the both sides.
“Charge! For Al-Hakam!” Sultan Mehmed III as Janissaries hailed bullets and schimatars clashed against Poseidon’s Trident Hoplites and Athenian Knights with teal armors and hippocampus mounts.
On the summit, Adam in his mechanical warthrone floating with doubled pairs of arms and angellis swords in each hand approached Zeus, who was electrocuting a pair of exorcists by his bare hands. “Hey! Dickmaster’s here~”
Turning toward Adam’s direction, Zeus threw the dead Exorcists on him before charging him with a lightning bolt that electrocuted him briefly but canceled out by force field. “You dare to take my title?! Mortal!”
“Can’t admit the truth? You old firecracker?!” Adam taunted through his warthrone’s loudspeaker as one of the free arms showed Zeus a middle finger “That was tickle anyway” he grabbed his trusty guitar-axe, blasting waves of divine blasts.
Quickly transformed into a golden giant eagle, Zeus scratched one of Adam’s mechanic hands off by his talon before Adam slammed him with the guitar. His bull form rolled over the mountain and broke before falling off the pit. “My children are more lit than Cain and Abel anyway!”
“I am THE FATHER of humanity! You sucker!” Adam, growing frustrated, slammed his war axe in Zeus' direction as he aimed at the throat.
Blast! Zap!
A beam of crimson blaze hit Adam down the Olympus’ cliff as Charlie emerged from the dust of war. Her new arm was weaved like polished red muscles with metal armor parts covered with different crystals and runes. “This is for my dad…” she groaned, staring at where Adam was.
Emerging from the cloud below with Hermes' body waist-up cut on his axe, Adam landed in front of Charlie who looked at him in burning hatred and vengeance. “I am gonna send you after him then!” he smirked even with both of his right arms dismembered and part of his war throne burnt and vaporized.
Adam threw a punch toward Charlie’s direction just to get stopped by Charlie’s new synthetic arm. “You choose to keep war over Hell, and You’re facing its worst” she stared before slamming the glass wall with her nine-bladed sword, shattering it and making Adam fall down on his paralyzed body.
Trying to crawl his entire body with his fingers alone, Charlie picked him up by his broken wings and slammed his face over a nearby pillar. “You played dirty! You scum!” She raised his body and tossed it against the cliff of Olympus “You distract my dad and make Lute stab him in the back!” her eyes watered as she threw punches from her original arm, tightening her fist as she wanted Adam to feel as much pain as she could give him. “It was all a little entertainment to kill sinners, wasn’t it!?” She poked one of his eyes with her index finger, pulling it out as Adam’s scream voiceless after his text-to-speech tool had been broken.
Out of the sudden movement, Charlie dodged Lute’s Flaming Sword and made Adam take the slash instead. “No!” Lute screamed in terror as she dropped her sword, realizing a large wound cutting deep through Adam’s back and his terminal condition. “Adam! Don’t you dare die in front of me!” she yelled as she tried to find his life signal “We killed her father! The Arch-Traitor of God! We will end it today! Here!” She cried as Charlie looked at the sword that once belonged to Michael, but it had been weakened; the flame turned thin and more weak red than pure blinding light and lost its shine. “You Hellshit just could not die!?” She swung the blade swiftly against Charlie as it was closely dodged and cut Zeus’ abdomen open instead.
“I have learned a lesson after that war you called Hell’s first uprising…”Charlie glared at Lute as she summoned a sword made of blood-like fluid from her new arm “Heaven is a fucking lie! Damnation is just your stupid excuse to keep the hopeless humans obey!” She blocked Lute’s other attack with the fluid-made sword that just let Michael’s sword go through. “The only way Hell will survive is through heavens' destruction!”
Lute was surprised to see Charlie’s liquefied blade remained, glaring in rage. “Look at you! Just like what Christ predicted! Annihilator of Humanity!” she roared as she slammed the sword right upon Charlie’s head.
Charlie spun herself away from the crash before cutting one of Lute’s wings with her nine-bladed sword. “And we both know it is my destiny…or just a lie to keep those lives under your authority!” She got up before cutting her arm with a crimson liquid sword “I just prevented them from entering your sugarcoated land of lies and tyranny!”
While Charlie and Lute clashed, Sera and Athena faced each other in the amphitheater below. “The flame of Olympus shall be extinguished for good today…” Sera glared at Athena, who raised her shield with Medusa’s head over it, but Sera’s aura blinded Medusa and burnt her eyeballs first. “Your spawn is nothing to light of Seraphim!”
As Sera charged against Athena with her Angelic Steel Sabre, Athena blocked her slash with her Aspis with Medusa’s face as a barrier. Her spear thrusted on one of her six wings with a satisfied smirk. “I am not like Ares and his hollow brawns!” She used Sera’s off-guarded moment to slam her Aspis on her chin as the spear thrusted even deeper and her nose bled.
Flying upward for distance, Sera dashed backward as she pulled Athena’s spear off her wing. “Impressive for a bitch born from a horny psycho’s forehead” she glared at Athena in hatred as one of the elite exorcists stabbed her in the back. “But you should have watched your back…” she made a hand signal, making a dozen Exorcists to stab her from all directions.
“You have earned your gold prize-” she revealed a severed golden hand, putting her hand turned gold around and hitting the exorcists, turning them into gold along with her. “One of few things Dionysus made useful for real” she grinned as Sera looked at Athena’s suicidal move that turned twelve of her finest fighters into golden statues with her.
A divine-touched Scimitar of Saladin slashed over Apollo’s throat, dimming his light as the Sultan of Two Mosques grabbed the god’s dismembered head in front of warriors of Al-Jannah. “For Al-Atheem! Four of them remained!” He pointed his blade toward Chiron and Artemis, pointing their bows on the opposite sides as they shot down most of their approaching opponents in a few, if not a single shot.
Right after Saladin charged right toward the two godly archers, Vaggie slashed her blade to intervene in the battle which cut his horse’s neck and the Sultan fell off his mount. “So long we have not clashed our blades…” she pointed her spear at Saladin, glaring at him in respectful, yet, hostile sight beneath her eye.
“Such a shame one of the finest blades like you chose path of Eblis, Vaggie” Saladin got up with his blade striked on Vaggie’s waist first, causing a bloody wide scratch, yet too shallow to do lethal harm. “Your soul is deeply damned and It becomes my duty to put you out of Al Khaliq’s plan” he glared back with a cautious and annoyed stare.
Right after Saladin’s disdain, he slashed his Scimitar hard on Vaggie just to find it was Alastor’s shadow minion under a disguise and holding one of looted spears from a slain exorcist. Alastor attacked Saladin on his back as he realized he had slain a decoy.
Olympus had turned into a burning ruin and cemetery of many thousand souls and hundreds of the divine beasts and figures alike. A wave of saltwater washed golden blood of Exorcists and red one of Hell’s legions and Olympians alike as Poseidon collapsed from hail of angelic steel arrows and Sera’s lightning right on his forehead.
Artemis and her huntress disciples found themselves overwhelmed by Golems who were summoned to aid the angelic warriors, encircled as Chiron and the finest centaurs tried to push them back just to buy time for a certain doom.
Charlie pushed Lute from assaulting her, running toward Hermes. “Is Helphetus’ ultimate weapon ready yet?” she asked as she reached for the banner made of a mummified fallen angel and a live ‘battery’ of a young Seraphim. Hermes nodded as he got up “You and your warriors should leave.” he suggested before he grabbed a nearby stone, throwing it on Lute’s face before running away down the Olympus.
Alastor, Vaggie, and the dozen of the elite warriors retreated and entered the portal torn for them to leave. The force of Shamayim, meanwhile, tried to follow a few hundreds of the escape warriors of the Seven Ring just to let the gate close before any of them had reached it.
Sera smirked and looked at one of the herald angels accompanying her. “Tell our warriors we will leave after Olympus is all cleansed and return to Heaven before we invade Hell” she ordered as she looked around for Lute and the two remaining Olympian gods.
“I will slice your legs off! You herder scum!” Lute dashed after Hermes who just ran and threw stone after stone on her, even though it was clear the best it did was slow her down the first few times and make her even angrier.
Hermes entered the cave as he broke Helphetus’ gate into it as he ran even faster through the subterranean path. “You can‘t slice me if You can’t catch me! One-arm!” Hermes taunted her as her face turned red and rushed right after him until she found herself in Helphetus’ chamber.
A tower of looted godly artifacts was piled over the forge that overflowed with molten metal as wood and coal were scattered. “So, hide and seek? Huh” Lute groaned as she hit the nearest pillar with Michael’s sword, causing a quake as some of the wood and coal caught fire. “You can’t run from your death!”
Slam!
The door behind Lute was shut and locked as Helphetus laid over it. “So are you” he grinned before throwing a Greek Fire’s fuel into the overheating forge as the blast of flame and shard echoed.
End of the 1st half