Armageddon - Fight with Me

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A team of upholders of justice is met with its final battle with the forces of the underworld. Things don't look too good - particularly, when one of the members has turned his back on the group.

 

(A/N: The story is only one short chapter long. Happy Halloween!) 

Foreword

Armageddon - Fight with Me

Roaring chaos surrounded us. In the distance, yet another structure blew its roof off, the low rumble of explosions so frequent that it had begun to fade into background noise.

We were on our feet, adrenaline retreating like the sea at low tide, gradually and insidiously. Fatigue had begun to take over our limbs and each breath we took was shorter than the last. We were running from a troop of soldiers devoid of flesh and blood, but nevertheless full of unwavering, murderous wrath.

In our hearts, the sense of betrayal overwhelmed any other emotion; it was not fear but strong indignation that we felt towards the approaching doom. The army of six thousand undead souls were at our feet, but not before they were commanded to do so - and instructed they indeed had been, by the very friend we had placed our utmost faith in.

Taekwoon had been one of us, his strong will for justice fuelling our belligerence towards the wickedness that inundated the underworld, and now, the human world, too. Never in our lifetime had we expected that he would turn his back on us, the strategies he had led us to undertake really a mask in their true form. Our loyalty to his leadership had in turn landed ourselves in the very trap of the enemy, leaving us with no means to defence but to retreat. 

We finally reached the cliff. Swarms of white-boned soldiers encircled us below, their numbers constituting a vast sea of ivory that stretched beyond the horizon. Powerless and defenseless we stood, back-to-back, hoping that if we were to perish, we would do so as a unit, or at least, a unit minus one. 

A familiar figure perched himself on the cliff edge, eyeing our approach with the look of a stranger, or more precisely, a foe. Animosity gripped our hearts as we stared at the skeletal demon before us - a demon that was once upon a time one of us. 

Taekwoon raised his weapon cautiously, sunlight bouncing off the metal, blinding us momentarily with its glint. We knew, that if we were to die under his sword, the ultimate result of Amargeddon would be the terrible joke of civil war within the forces of good. 

"I've finally found all of you."

His voice was crisp with callousness, a hint of anger flashing through his eyes as he took three steps towards us. He lowered his weapon and reached out, opening his palm to gesture the group towards him. He turned to look across the sea of undead around the cliff, the evilness in his eyes gradually overridden by determination and a strong sense of righteousness. Parting his lips to speak, he glanced back at us with anticipation. 

"I need you not to fight me, but to fight with me."

 

 

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