The helicopter's rotors thundered above, sending sharp gusts of wind across the landing pad.
Dust swirled around the white lab coat of the man standing near the open door of the chopper. His glasses caught the rising sun, and his coat flapped wildly in the storm of air. His son stood just a few feet away, holding back tears, fists tight.
"You don't have to go, Dad! Let someone else do it!. Why must you be one" His father placed his hand on his head and said.
" Remember what i told you Danny, the about irony of life. A lawyer hopes you become a criminal. The bank hopes you need a loan. The pharmacist hope you get sick and a landlord hopes you can't afford your own home.
The dentist hopes your teeth decay. The opticians hope your eye sight poor. The casino hope you lose and a mechanic hopes your car doesn't work anymore. A politician hopes you are gullible. The credit card companies hope you need to apply. The gym hopes you get fat and a funeral director hopes you die.
So whats the moral of the story. The moral of the story is that not everyone wishes you the best. Not everyone wishes you good fortune, prosperity and the rest. Even the salaries paid by companies is a drug to give up on your hopes and dreams. So i end with this, i must be the one because there are others who are happy when i fail.
i leave you this lessons in disbelief. There are only three persons who wants you to do well in life and thats is the creator God, your family and a bloody Thief. Focus on your dreams and remember not everyone wishes you do well in life Danny"
He gave his son one last look—a mix of pride, fear, and love—then turned and climbed into the helicopter.
As it lifted off, Danny stood alone, watching the white coat disappear into the sky. And that was the last time i would see my father at a young age until now.....
[Visual focus Skills: Activated]
Danny eyes shifted from blue to red, with his gaze zooming in from a distant direction. His hand tremble, his feet shook as he stood on the edge of high rise building looking at numerous heavy military helicopters with powerful machine guns hovering in the wind above, whipping through his white hair as well as many others who stood in shock with all eyes looking at the giant neon Digital screen on a cyber building wall.
A live camera from the helicopter adjusted its focus properly, broadcasting live a major global event that has changed the fate of the world outside the walled city. This event was unfolding before the eyes of everyone through various streaming devices. Some streamed from trains, cars, offices, and homes.
The bright, peaceful afternoon sky unexpectedly turned into night, shifting from reality into an augmented reality like a game changing its simulation with a snap of a finger, just like that, without any warning. However, this event was not a virtual game simulation; it was Necrophilia argumented reality of the grave. The sky was the gunshot that began the third wave of the three years of darkness.
The sky was not the sky of man anymore. The clouds burned red, painted as if soaked in blood. Above, the moon turned crimson, like a bleeding wound across the heavens. Lightning tore through the storm, glowing purple and violet, tangled within a dark, oppressive, gloomy cloud that spread across the earth like a curse. From within those storms came massive giant flying shapes that should not exist. Flying Creatures, Dragons of bone and shadow, their wings blotting out the stars. These creatures were no longer alive but flying corpses, dead things reanimated, screaming as they tore across the red skies.
The seas turned black and red. Out of the depths rose the massive undead red sea serpent dragons with blue burning flames in their eyes, with the size of towering skyscrapers. They coiled through the oceans, devouring ships whole, painting the waves crimson. And then the cameras shook and adjusted properly. The whole world was watching this very moment, tainted in great fear.
Every surviving broadcast drone turned toward a rising horizon stage, a demonic altar in the distance with the red moon flickering its light on them. Standing atop were nine giant massive figures three times the size of man and one was the leader. They were in decayed armor, broken and rusted, as if they had clawed their way out of graves. They were like rotten medieval knights with crowns of thorns, like decay statue of liberty and spikes in demonic full black armor. Armored to the teeth, holding nine different outstanding weapons. Their flesh was pale, stretched over bone. And in their eyes burned blue flames, fire without warmth, fire that devoured hope.
At the center of them stood one taller, darker, and heavier than the rest with red flaming eyes. He raised his gaze, and the red moon hung behind him like a crown of blood, his silhouette burned into every phone screen and tv on earth watching. And he declared in a demonic, husky, coarse voice of a thousand witches.
"And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth: and to him was given the key of the bottomless pit. And he opened the pit, and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace… and there came out of the smoke a demon of locusts upon the earth. And they had a king over them, who is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue he has his name.
He stared with his horrifying red flaming eyes, and he thundered his name like a curse. "My name is Apollyon. The King of the Abyss. The Angel of the Bottomless Pit." His words echoed as he stared at a group of human soldiers below. Rows of tanks and armored vehicles and flying robots aimed their barrels upward. Helicopters whirred with cameras locking at this spectacular event. Machine guns clicked, aimed, and S to A down to D ranking hunters ready weapons for swift actions. Yet before them, spreading across the plains, stretched an army of endless humans turned zombies with green flaming eyes storming out of every corner. Their rotting bodies shambled and screamed, jaws unhinging with hunger. The two forces stood locked—man's weapons of steel and fire against the abyss of the dead. And then Apollyon spoke. His voice was thunder. His eyes glowed like molten suns. His laughter shook the mountains.
"Mortals! Your world and the parallel virtual world of the undead necrophiliacs merged the curse of the dead when your hydrocollider of humanity turned on, shifting your reality from time merged with the alternate augmented reality of my creation. Your Hydro Collider tore apart the veil; you opened the bottomless pit. With great thanks to your inventor Dr marcus kael," Danny falls on his knees in great shocked and tears drop from the delicate path of his chin. He gritted his teeth as his father Dr Marcus kael's who was now a zombie stood among the nine. He clenched his fist. He stares with pain as his zombie father on his white lab coat transformed into a hooded magician robe of death and assume the full role of eight demonlord which was death. Abaddon continues.
'You unsealed me, and you have unleashed a biblical prophecy of the angel of death sent to kill one-third of humanity. More than one billion souls of the reanimated demons in human skin against the army of humanity. Humanity shall know no peace. They shall not die quickly. No… you will pay with your lives for the seven deadly sins you have committed." His words stabbed into every living soul, every device, and every broadcast.
"Seven stages of the virtual augmented reality await you—seven, the number of perfection and the seven deadly sins man must pay for, then death and the grave. You shall face my army, my games, and my seven deadly demonlords representing each sin, the Demon Lords of the Pit, one by one. Each stage will demand your blood and your sacrifice, and i must enjoy your sorrows and despair. When you clear a game stage, your world returns back to normal until the next stage, when the augmented reality distorts time and shifts into your reality. Should you conquer them all and reach the eight Dooms of the eight demon lord deaths… you may have the right to challenge me for the fate of the world. Your strongest champion of humanity versus the champion of the augmented reality And if you win. The moon orb of the Collider will shatter this virtual augmented reality forever and return to the life and world you once knew and this curse shall stop." His grin split wide, teeth like blades. "But if you fail…HAHAHAHA "
The eight demonic generals flanking him raised their iconic eight weapons, each one exhaling a different aura of the deadly sins—greed, sloth, envy, pride, lust, gluttony, wrath, and then Death. The zombies roared as if answering their king. The mountains trembled from the billions of the endless zombie army. "…then the augmented reality shall be your reality forever, and every soul of humanity who is bitten by my army will be reanimated by demons as the undead and will be dragged into the abyss of the bottomless pit, where you will become part of the legions of the dead, claiming your body and soul, and you shall burn with me in the pit where Satan himself resides for all eternity!" His laughter shattered the silence. he stretch forth his hand and a giant, towering maze-like structure, a dungeon labyrinth, arose. Massive grey and decay-green vines towering from the bottomless pit of hell stretched to the heaven several distances away and stretched across the vast horizon.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Now, humanity has three years to complete the eight stages and defeat me and clear the augmented game or be dragged to hell. Your first game starts now with the labyrinth of the deadly sin of Greed. let the Game of Revelation begin." And with that sound… the Game of Revelation began.
"Fiiiire," a military commander screamed as the zombie army moved. The first tank roared, spitting fire. Rockets tore through the crimson sky.