“I’m very considerate of other people.”A masculine voice was speaking, the man was sitting in a room— thick brown wooden walls, a quilt black rug laid across the square room. A door to the right, as there was a lounge chair in front of the man, housing a silhouette.

  The man lying his body on the sofa was dressed in cargo wear; a navy green cap turned to the back as his olive skin reflected from the glass fan spinning on the ceiling. His legs spread on the outside back.

  “Considerate?” The silhouette spoke with a quiet tone.

  “Extremely considerate, I make sure that everyone has a great day— make sure everyone’s smiling and that everyone has a beautiful night at the end of it.” The man’s hazel eyes was staring at the left hand side, a bookcase filled with dozens laid there adamantly. “You understand, doc?”

  “I mean I do understand, you show some qualities of our God— your kindness of course.” The figure chuckled, “But back on track, why do you focus on making others happy and not yourself?”

  “I mean. We humans are selfish are we not, who truly cares about another person.”

  “Then you contradict yourself, why care for others if you believe in this?”“I mean. It makes me feel better, if I—”

  “If it did make you feel good, you wouldn’t be in my office.” The figure spoke, “I do this a side job so I have approximately only thirty more minutes before I have to work for our loving God once more— especially making up for what happened yesterday. God bless our Lord’s heart.”

  “I’m sorry.” The man itched his neck, “I just… I just don’t know what to do.”

  “I mean Tony, who really knows what goals we want or what we want to achieve. Life is a hurricane, a test from the true God in how we should row our boat during the sea. But we only get those answers from trials and tribulations!” The figure laid a metallic right arm that thudded on the oak desk.

  The desk housed a prescription bottle full of pills and also a name badge which had been scratched out repeatedly with metal claws. On the left hand side was a telephone, black and blue.

  Tony jolted upward, sitting down with his legs now touching the ground as he bowed his head down. His eyes, his face peering towards the carpet.

  “Let’s get back to the main issue Doc.”

  “Which is?”

  Tony breathed in.

  Than out.

  “You know considering the Floria incident… my wife and family were there on holiday.”

  “My condolences.”

  “I mean, I’ve been apart of this military but I never truly expected for it to end up this… drastic.”

  “I mean some may say our Lord has gotten a little candid recently due to events yesterday.”

  “I heard, I’m sorry for you too.”

  “I don’t need your pity, I’m here to help you. Not the opposite way.”

  “Sorry.”

  “So you came to therapy this quick because everyone you love is dead.”

  “Precisely.”

  The figure blew out air.

  “So why don’t you just kill yourself?”

  “What?”

  “I mean. Just kill yourself and all of this will be over— if you and your family have been good you can meet up in Heaven.”“Are you serious?” Tony’s eyes jolted up and down, “This isn’t advice! You’re evil!”

  “How am I evil for providing you a suitable solution. Look at it this way, your family and your bloodline are practically over. You said you were with your wife since you were twenty— you are fifty now. Nobody wants a fossil, nobody really wants a man who’s grieving or poor or short or ugly. Women want men who are you know, providers. Not struggling. Therefore, I don’t see the world where you even remarry. You had children right?”

  “Correct.”

  “They’re dead now, God rest their soul. Correct?”

  Tony gulped, “Indeed.”

  “So your bloodline is basically over, just kill yourself. Hell. I’ll help off record.” The figure’s steel hand pushed the pill bottle forward.

  Tony leaned in.

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  “These are?”

  “Famine’s deadly ones. It’s a stronger form of heroin. It’s solid, no more syringes.”

  “What therapist has heroin lying right beside them?”

  “I guess unorthodox ones right?” The figure let out a strong cackle, “I’ve grown more accustom to them. I can take five a day now— they’re just like candy!”

  “Candy that can kill?”

  “Anything can kill if given the right dosage y’know. So are you gonna keep whining about this sorry existence of a life or are you gonna kill yourself right here, right now.”

  Tony snatched the pill bottle from the desk.

  Hairs stuck on his hand, hairs. Those same hairs that alarm you of danger like a spider— goosebumps some call it. But those hairs they shot up like a cat, the man was holding his life in his lands and all the hairs on his body shot up like he was electrocuted. He was no longer even wearing a hat, it tumbled down to the ground revealing his bald head. Full of scars and burns and bite marks and stab wounds, it layered across his head like a crown of thorns. But just like Jesus, he didn’t want to die. But what other option does he have? Why live out a life where nothing you own anymore matters, it’s useless. It’s futile. It’s disgusting isn’t it. Living out the lives that others should of. So he stared at the pill bottle, entranced. The capsules flashing yellow colours as they paraded and danced until the night ended. But the night hadn’t ended, the sun was still shining— pitch blue sky but there were some ice sculptures driven around the area. But the window let out the breeze of that sky and that ice. A cool breeze, like when you crack open a soda can and you hear that fizzle. Those pops and jops and cops and lops, it was pe—

  “Are you gonna stare all day? Or are you gonna chug.” The figure snapped his fingers.

  The ringing of metal shocks snapped Tony back to existence as he hastily shoved the bottle down his throat.

  Plop.

  Plop.

  Plop.

  Down the rabbit hole.

  Alice’s Rabbit Hole.

  Tony grabbed his throat, his eyes bulging as he stared at the figure who simply cachinnated.

  “What did I?”

  The empty pill bottle dropped to the ground as Tony readily sat up.

  “The thing is…” The figure began to wag their metal arm, “You don’t even get a good trip off so much pills. You need to spread them out otherwise you just simply die with no hallucinations or whatever.”

  “Wh—What?” Tony collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest as his right hand outstretched to the figure.

  “Don’t touch me, you filthy humans are all the same anyway. You transferred here from Floria to join the Great Invalia Movement! Then you complain as soon as what is said to happen. Happens!” The figure stood up from the white pristine chair and slammed his mangled white trainers on Tony’s face.

  “Pfp—Stop!” Tony yelped.

  “What? Are you telling one of the Big Three? Now Big Two— what to do?”

  “Stop it! Teysuo!”

  “I hate that name!” Teysu stomped on Tony’s face with some more power and…

  Splat.

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Ohhh yeah.”

  Squelch.

  Squelch.

  Teysu was squeaking his foot in the puddle of blood. His face, it wheezed as a blush floated across his face.

  “You’re making me feel really nice right now.”

  “Hey… Tony… You’re giving an erection.”

  “Tony? Oh yeah, I killed you.”

  Teysu chuckled.

  “Oh yeah I did. Fuck.” He moaned.

  “I—I really enjoy this. Man, you are… augh.”

  “Auugh. Auuugh.”

  “Continue. Continue I say! Don’t leave me like that Fake ‘Nightingale’ army….” Teysu softly whimpered as a bulge began to appear in his pants.

  “Sam—Samiel! Yes… Augh~!”

  The Rebels stood in the Cathedral still. Ilya sobbing in Nyx’s arms as Kanae oversaw the sleeping Xeras.

  “Lord.” Rosamire muttered.

  “Don’t call him Lord, know your pride. Please…” Tagma bellowed.

  The woman stood away from the door and turned her head at the Rebel, “Who are you? Who even are you guys— why are you invading a personal moment.”

  “Well I’d say that they are invited Rosamire.” Zachariah sighed, “They’ve been protesting and fighting against my Father these five years so… they’re allowed to see who he really is.”

  “You make it seem like we’re some vigilantes.” Kanae scoffed.

  “What? Are you not? Do you not take justice into your own hands because you believe your human hands are more perfect than a God’s?”

  “Well look where that led us.”

  “What if it was you in charge? You may have led us straight to hell— atleast with this, they were survivors.”“Well many of my men didn’t survive. Can’t be happy with that can I?”

  “Not my fault.”“Hell right it is! What even occurred for this to happen? It’s that bastard’s fault and he can’t even stay awake to see what happened!”

  “Of course God doesn’t love to know the fact that all of the humans he omnibenevolently loves are now dead.”

  “Well it’s his fault for screwing it all up! Matter fact— maybe I’ll turn this rebellion into a fucking coup!” Kanae spat on the ground.

  “What?” Tagma turned his head to the Leader as he began to walk forward.

  Each inevitable step leading closer and closer to the sleeping God.

  “Woah woah woah!” The Seraphim spluttered, “I’m all for retribution but is making our Lord die really gonna help the world?”

  “Shut up! Who are you? Leave already!” Kanae snapped his head back, shouting.

  She pouted, “I don’t respect your attitude!”

  “FUCK YOU!” Kanae roared.

  “Damn.”

  “Kanae Shota! This isn’t how a rebellion should go.” Lucius grumbled, “We are supposed to—”“Do we have a goal? Hm? What was ever our goal? We had no purpose! We shouldn’t of even existed! No motivation, look at all those people who just died because of that! Our fucking lack of motivation. Cassettes that rewind time? To do what?

  “Take down evil.” Abriam scoffed.

  “We are evil! Can’t you see? All of us in this room, in this world or any of the others. We are all evil! We are all selfish! We are all bad! What made us believe we have the right to ‘record true history’. We are just… insignificant creatures leeching on others to make a name.”

  “I see it.” Anubis chuckled, “Finally our leader has realised the truth. That we are all evil! We are all scum. The old world, we are simply remanants. Fragments with no purpose. So what effect will killing a useless God hold?”

  “I’ll do that just right as well! Really right! He won’t even be sent to He—”

  “Relax geezer.” A meaty hand was placed on Kanae’s shoulder.

  He spun around and saw Tagma.

  “Tag?”

  “Boss… we are all messed up right now. But you are the Leader so you should be the most level headed. Don’t try and fuck up Floria forever by killing this guy.” Tagma pointed at Xeras, “Is it even worth it? He’s already dead in his heart.”

  “Yeah.” Kanae dropped to his knees.

  His eyes watering, river.

  Drip.

  Drip.

  Drip.

  “Yeah. You are quiite right.”

  A broken voice.

  Thank you for reaching the end of this chapter!

  A lot went down, and from here the story begins to accelerate even faster. Every character is being tested, and every decision is reshaping the world around them.

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