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Global Warfare

Probably not very original, I'm influenced by heaps of stuff. Wrote this for school, figured I was wasting it just letting it sit around. So, here we go. I'll post it in three parts, methinks. Oh yeah, it has references to general destruction and some skewed takes on religion, so sorry if anyone's offended.


The burning red sky dimly illuminated the shattered city, casting dull poorly defined shadows onto cracked pavement and dusty exposed soil. Here and there fires burned from broken gas lines, flickering in the scorching wind.

All around the world the scene was repeated. London, New York, Tokyo. In Sydney, the sails of the Opera House lay strewn across the desolate landscape. The Statue Of Liberty on Liberty Island had been melted and broken, contorted into a twisted parody of its former self. The New World Trade Centre, well over a kilometer high, lay in ruin on the ground, debris and rubble from its collapse spread for miles around.

The little rainforest and wilderness which remained after centuries of destruction were untouched. Birds, animals and trees lived in balance, but every indegenous village had been razed to the ground. Not a single solitary human life remained on the planet. Soon, when the smoke and fire cleared, the jungles and forests would begin their slow advance to reclaim the cities, purging them of steel and concrete, creeping forwards in a victory dance for the planet.

In a flash of light and sound, a silver craft left the surface of the Earth, around 12 years after it had arrived. Its occupant smiled, his work was done at last. Deep in the African jungle, two large grey eggs cracked, then split open. The creatures inside opened their eyes for the first time, squinting in the tree-filtered sunlight. Standing up, they looked at each other, then unfolded their black-feathered wings at the genesis of the second human race.

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Global Warfare

"God created man in his own image, from genetic material taken from himself and others of the D'vin species. Through genetic manipulation he decreased their lifespan, enabling him to more closely observe their social, genetic and technological progression over his own life. As you know, the D'vin are not a particularly long-lived people, and after just a few centuries God died. His descendents carried on his work, occasionally visiting Earth to see how things were going from up close. Azrael, are you listening to me?"

The black-winged angel turned his attention back to the vidscreen on the wall of the tiny space pod, and Satan continued his lesson on human "christian" theology.

"Hmmm, that's better. I want you to know why I created you. Now, every now and then the D'vin people would give a gift of technology to the humans, and their civilisation would advance accordingly. In the year 40320, or 1807 on the Christian calendar, the people of Earth started to further develop their own sciences and technologies more quickly. By this time little D'vin interest remained for the project, and it was largely forgotten and dismissed as a failure. You see, ever since the genesis of the race of man they have been flawed. Only 5000 years after their creation they had lost their wings, and from there on the mutations continued, largely in the wiring of their brains and the structure of their bodies," Satan took a long breath and continued.
"By the Christian year 2775, their technology had far surpassed any expectations God or the D'vin ever had. Contact had been lost, and the word human was almost entirely forgotten by all but the humans themselves."
"So what role am I to play in this?" Azrael asked while polishing his curved katana-like blade.
"Ah yes. The human race is not a peaceful one. Civil wars wrack their planet constantly, and new weapons too terrifying and destructive to mention were created, though none have been foolish enough to use them. As the human influence reached out to the stars like a cancer they took these weapons with them, destroying instead of trading and colonising. The D'vin, enemy of our own Archeron race, created these humans in an effort to foster research and the sciences, but inadvertently bred the most ruthless, cunning, technologically devastating killing machine of a race ever known to the universe. It's time for a new genesis, a second coming. A genesis of our people. We will undo what they have done, and redo it to our own ends. You, my son, are the angel of death for the human race." With that last statement the video screen fuzzed out and clicked off.

Azrael smiled as the blue-grey-green planet began to fill the observation window.

Global Warfare

A figure perched on top of the New World Trade Centre, New York. The night blended seamlessly with the black of his coat, and the wind blew his long hair around his shoulders and face. Wordlessly he stood, looking out at the gunmetal grey monstrosity which stretched out as far as the eye could see in every direction. A faint red glow surrounded him, embraced him, separated him from the night, and he jumped. An explosion rocked the obsidian black cloud-piercing tower, sending it crashing to the ground in slow motion. As it fell, people on the ground looked up and saw their last sight. A man, dressed in a black suit and long coat, looking down on them and smiling, flapping his black wings, backlit by the red fire from the structure. The sickening sound of a million lives being ended was deafening.

As emergency crews from all over the country rushed to the scene, he walked calmly away. No-one noticed his spotless black suit, no-one noticed his thin smile, and no-one knew what hit them as the red fiery shockwave emanating from his body levelled what remained of the city.




Okay, well, that's it. I know it jumps around a bit, but it's supposed to be like that, trust me Feedback's always appreciated.

MrDizzysticks

That was really cool, GW. When Satan came in, teaching a lesson to the angel of death for mankind, that was awesome. Totally unexpected. I also like your signature. Keep up the good work!

~Dizzy

Side note: Last night me and my friends were trying to think of the name of the cat in The Smurfs, and finally figured it out. Azreal. It was kind of weird to see that in the story this morning.

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Heathen

That's pretty awesome...totally imaginative. Great. Be sure to post anything else you come up with...

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