Lord of Flies
The sky above the wastelands was a bruised violet, thick with ash and memory. Azael stood barefoot on scorched earth, his chains finally broken, his body still humming with ancient power. He had been gone for thousands of years buried in silence, forgotten by most, feared by the few who remembered.
Lord of Flies hovered beside him, wings buzzing with unnatural rhythm, his form shifting between shadow and flesh. He had been tasked with Azael's return and now, with his briefing.
"Much has changed," Lord of Flies said, voice like rust scraping metal.
"Lucifer's playground is vast now. And we're all just pieces on his board. You do know that, don't you?"
Azael nodded slowly.
"I believe Lucifer and I settled our differences long ago."
Lord of Flies tilted his head.
"After your defeat by the Supreme?"
His tone was sharp, probing.
Azael paused. The wind stirred the dust around them.
"I'll say it once more. Lucifer and I are at peace."
Lord of Flies studied him, then nodded.
"Very well. You've been granted a high position in Lucifer's chain of command. The Supreme himself gave me your orders."
Azael's eyes narrowed.
"What are they?"
"When your heart is ready, you are to travel to New Heaven City. There, you'll meet the Supreme."
Azael's breath caught.
"That place… it's where we fought."
Lord of Flies saw the flicker of memory in his eyes.
"Yes. And it's where your fate will be decided again."
He hovered higher, wings pulsing.
"I have a mission to attend. Urgent. Dangerous. I bid you a good journey, Fallen One."
With that, Lord of Flies shot into the sky, a blur of shadow and buzzing wings.
Cut to: Lord of Flies in Flight
He soared over the broken highways, past rusted towers and collapsed bridges. His thoughts raced.
I hope I make it in time.
Below him, a battered Toyota rattled across the cracked asphalt, its engine coughing, its frame held together by desperation and duct tape. Behind the wheel was Tim, a new sympathizer. Loyal. Reckless. Human.
In this apocalyptic world, only demon royalty still held onto technology. Vehicles, weapons, communication privileges of power. And Lord of Flies had no intention of letting that power slip.
(cut back to the heroes)
The village beneath Sodom pulsed with life. Laughter echoed through the straw huts, children chased each other barefoot, and the scent of stew drifted from communal fires. Sophie watched the survivors with quiet awe.
"They're so… kind," she whispered to herself.
Ice stood beside her, arms crossed, eyes scanning the scene.
"This is a glimpse of what we are fighting for."
Sophie nodded.
"This is humanity's vision?"
Ice paused, thoughtful.
"I don't know exactly what everyone wants. But I hope most do."
Sophie didn't reply. She just stared at the people laughing, living, hoping.
We can do this, she thought.
Then the scream shattered everything.
"DEMONS! RUN!"
Panic erupted. Pots clattered, children screamed, villagers scattered. The peace was gone in an instant.
Ice and Sophie sprinted toward their gear, strapping on weapons with practiced urgency. They reached the front lines and froze.
A horde of demons at least 100 advanced through the tunnel. And at the center stood a Sloth, wearing a jagged crown of bone and gold.
Ice's breath caught.
"That Sloth… he's a Prince."
Sophie's eyes widened.
"A Prince?"
"Be careful," Ice said. "He's not to be taken lightly."
Fred, the village mayor, appeared behind them, frantic.
"Come on! We have to evacuate deeper into the sewers!"
Ice didn't move. Sophie didn't flinch.
Fred shouted again.
"You don't plan on fighting them, do you? That's suicide!"
Ice turned halfway, voice calm but burning.
"If we run now… when do we stop?"
"I want to live on the surface again. And if that means fighting, then so be it. But I'll be damned if I keep letting these monsters make me run for the rest of my life."
He raised his blade.
"Viva la lucha."
Sophie let out a battle cry, fierce and raw.
Ice nodded to Fred.
"Don't forget what happens here."
Then they charged.
Sophie fired arrows with inhuman speed, each one finding its mark. When her quiver emptied, she used her bow like a bat, crushing skulls with brutal grace. Ice swung his chain like a serpent, slicing through demon flesh, then switched to his blade cutting, dodging, striking.
They fought back-to-back, a storm of motion and fury.
The demon prince stepped back, watching them with cold curiosity. He didn't interfere. Not yet.
Fred stood frozen, watching the impossible.
Who are these people? he thought. They have no fear. Outnumbered. Outgunned. And yet… they fight like they've already won.
Then something shifted in him.
Fred clenched his fists.
"Ice is right."
He turned to the fleeing villagers.
"EVERYONE COME BACK! HELP OUR HEROES!"
People stopped. Turned. Saw Ice and Sophie in the heart of the battle. One by one, they returned. Then dozens. Then now the numbers were even on both sides.Fred raised a pitchfork high.
"This is for Humanity !"
The villagers charged armed with shovels, pickaxes, gardening tools, and hunting rifles. They slammed into the demon horde with primal fury.Ice and Sophie paused, stunned. The fear was gone. The people had become warriors.They nodded to each other, hearts full.
For the first time in a long time… humanity had taken its stand.