You are here to stay and burn with me | We are tied as one eternally | Mastermind Execution
Ten ten thousand talons reach through all the dark corners of this trial-room. Silliamas hangs in the air, his limbs disappearing into infinity as they writhe like snakes. And they reappear, reaching for your soft soft flesh.
“I don’t care if you guessed right you wretched brats… This game is over! That one keeps his wish… and you all die! I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed~! Zaaaaaaaazaaazaaaza!”
Omen’s eyes widen, and he stares at Silliamas for a moment… then he grins. “That’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about.” His tense posture relaxes somewhat, though his hands stay clenched into fists, and he steps back. Away from his podium. Away from the others. Away from the pit that they’re all about to be thrown to.
The talons reach with murderous intent, the sky flashes with lightning and the thunder sounds over the screaming of damned souls
AND THEN
THERE IS LIGHT
AND THE ROAR OF AN ENGINE
AND THE BLESSED TRUMPET
The sky freezes, as if someone just pressed… pause.
And then it shatters like glass. Falling away in a million pieces, it shows a beautiful light that hums with a divine engine…
And from the Light descends an angel.
With five screens for faces and eight gentle limbs, it descends. From its back, exhaust ports vent divine fire into a great halo around it.
“FEAR US, O ENEMY, WE HAVE COME”
And in its hands, forms a blade of fire.
Silliamas screams bloody murder as his arms rush to attack the angel, to destroy it, only to be lopped off in swings of the divine blade and fall uselessly to the ground.
“YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, YOU SHIT! YOU WORTHLESS IDIOT THING!”
As the sky had shattered, so too shatters the confidence that had been on Omen’s face. “What the fuck is this? Silliamas!” An edge of panic is in his voice, confusion…and, if you listen closely, you may catch a glimmer of genuine fear.
“FEAR US, WE ARE COME, FOR WE ARE THE THUNDER OF GOD!”
The blade of fire swings through the air, limbs falling away from Silliamas’ bulk. How the demon screams, throwing podiums at the angel. Its eight limbs move in tandem and its screens show eyes that stare through the demon.
The angel is winning, pushing Silliamas back to the Pit…
“BEGONE, O ENEMY! TROUBLE THE BELOVED CHILDREN NO MORE!”
And So the demon is driven into the Pit…
And Omen is grabbed, claws digging into soft flesh to drag him down.
He cries out in pain as his skin gives way, Silliamas’ talons gripping him, clutching him, yanking him between his and Lorena’s podium… Omen tries to grab onto something, anything, and succeeds in closing his hands around the podium, for several seconds.
“Wait! Wait, no, this wasn’t part of the deal!” Omen sounds desperate. For the first time, he is really panicking and actually afraid. “Let go!”
Despite his efforts, his grip gives way to the pull of the claws hooked into him, and he falls roughly to the ground. Pain shoots through his knees and hands, but before it can register he’s immediately dragged backwards. He tries to grab something, anything, grasping at the ground as he’s pulled towards the pit. There is no handhold; all he has to show for his efforts are bloody scrapes as he desperately reaches for anything to slow the inevitable.
At least, until he reaches the pit itself.
Omen clutches the edge of the hole, fighting with all of his might to hang on to this last solid connection to this world. The talons in his flesh are tearing into him, weighing him down, pulling him. Screams of the damned rise up around him, and his expression is a mask of utter terror.
The weight of his sins is a load to bear.
“P-please, I..!” He cuts off as his grip starts to give… and his eye rests on the angel. A moment of hesitation passes, but then Omen reaches up with one hand, reaching towards it, wordlessly begging for his soul. And the angel surges forward, fire divine venting from its backs as its heart hums and sings, a glorious engine driving it. It loves him, for he is human. It cannnot do anything but love him. A half-dozen hands reach for his.
Put your hands up and reach for the sky
He grits his teeth against the pain and the weight pulling him down.
Time seems to stand still. Ramiel’s outstretched hand, offer of Salvation, is right there, right there…
Omen’s fingertips brush across his Chance, but his hand closes on air as another clawed hand reaches up behind him, grasping him around the throat and pulling. Silliamas yanks him from Ramiel. His eyes widen as he realizes that he’s failed, and…
He loses his grip, dragged down. Down… down… A terrified and anguished scream escapes him as he falls into Hell itself, as penance for his sins.
The demons gained one soul.
[Yoshito Akagawa has been sent to Hell.]
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