Apocalypse Of All Races の小説・ストーリー

That name actually meant something in the Magic Age! When human civilization was on the edge of extinction, it was Michael the Archangel who saved mankind with real magic. Believers drowned in a month-long carnival to celebrate even though God himself didn’t even show up. Just one miracle from him, and it was already enough for the human race to be grateful forever. And here this little lying slippery head was calling himself by the name of the son of God??? “It’s pushing the limit of being shameless even for you, don’t you think?” Meph glared at the snake, “You are the opposite of that sacred name, you are the devil! Whatever. I’m going to call you Satan.”

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

"What?" Natasha stepped closer. Professor Hargrove pointed at the dates. "These experiments started eight months after civilization collapsed." Silence followed. Someone had continued experimenting after the end of the world. Elias continued reading. His expression darkened. "They were trying to create controllable infected." Aaron's eyes narrowed. "Soldiers." "Yes." The answer came immediately. "Super soldiers." Josh cursed under his breath. Damien looked disgusted. "People were dying and these bastards were still playing God."

… Five years later, the first ray of sunlight finally broke through the thick, dark clouds and cast over the earth. An excited voice crackled over the radio. "Attention all survivors! The National Academy of Science has successfully developed a cure for the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over, and we've won!" Deafening cheers thundered through the base. I stood on the wall and watched as the sun slowly rose over the horizon, while Mom and Dad stood beside me, looking healthy and spirited. Dad patted my shoulder and grinned. "Shall we have a feast tonight to celebrate?" Mom smiled and nodded. "This time, we don't need bulletproof glass. Let's open the windows and get some fresh air in."

I knew better than to mention the words ‘zombies or apocalypse. If I told these hardened mobsters that the dead were going to rise and eat their faces in less than two weeks, they'd laugh me out of the room or tell me I belong in an asylum. They'll never take me seriously. Lucien knew it too—which was why he had simply told them we were preparing for an unprecedented war.

With each name, a false shrine above us cracked. Tax Office God lost its golden stamp. Permit God vomited signatures. Emergency Allocation God collapsed into a stack of ration cards and teeth. The living city roared. Not one voice. Thousands. People tearing down altars. People lighting proper incense. People refusing to kneel to paperwork with a halo. The Gate Opener writhed in my father's chest.

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face.

And lastly, a white horse with a glorious rider, bright and he was war. Fire suddenly was raised around them and their colours became indefinite as all that was seen was red flames. "Arise and ride with chaos for you are the harbingers of the Apocalypse." Azazel yelled with a voice that reached the skies. The dust of the desert formed three beings, and they rode on the horses that matched their colours. Born By Power : Chaos And Apocalypse CHAPTER 7 : SNEAK PEAK 2