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Word spread quickly to the four tribes of the Jinn, bringing news of the death of King Farzan. In the Palace of the Water Jinn, all the leaders of all the tribes had gathered together to bid farewell to their fallen friend. The courtyard was filled to capacity, and many additional spectators lined the walls and parapets of the palace. With all eyes on the funeral procession making its way to the central tower, the crowd fell silent as Salim, Nadir, Ardashir, and Mike escorted Farzan to the front as his pallbearers. As they arrived, they gently placed his shrouded body on the platform in front of the staging area. After shaking hands with the kings, Mike joined his wife to the side as Salim stepped up to the podium.
“King Farzan the Wise, more was he than simply a great ruler,” Salim said, beginning his eulogy. “He genuinely loved his people with all of his heart, and the people of all the tribes of the Jinn as well. He cared for each individual as if they were his own family, from his most trusted advisors, all the way down to the simplest of servant genies. All were beloved by him.
“Far more than that, however, Farzan was the most loyal friend the world has ever known. I remember, over four thousand years ago, the moment that I learned that my father, King Mohammed, had been killed in the Sorcery Wars. I was, understandably, beside myself with grief. Yet, I had no true opportunity to mourn my father’s passing, as the mantle of King had passed to me, and my people required strong leadership so that my father’s sacrifice would not be in vain. I did the best that I was able to, but truthfully, I was not ready for the power that had been thrust upon me. I was too young, and certainly too naïve.
“Enter King Farzan. This man who, if faced with the most terrifying dragon history had ever seen, would simply smile back at it. He had decided to take me under his wing. He was under no compulsion to do so, yet nothing brought him greater happiness than helping me to understand and anticipate the needs of my people during those trying times. We worked together, trained together, lead together, and laughed together. Though we had differences in regards to various philosophical topics, none of this could possibly break the bond we had built together. I am honored to have known him, as my best friend.
“Make no mistake, my friends, that the entity who has murdered our beloved King Farzan still lives, and still seeks to do more harm. But we cannot, we shall not give in to fear! Our world now faces the greatest threat it has ever seen, one that seeks to destroy it from the inside out, and subjugate Humanity to its will. If we give in to fear ... we betray Farzan’s memory. If we give in to hate, we betray Farzan’s memory. I have heard the rumblings from some of you that this fight is not our own, that the humans must deal with this problem themselves. But I say to you today, if we retreat into ourselves out of fear ... then everything Farzan fought and died for will be in vain. That is not something I will allow. The world needs us, my friends. Humanity needs us. Farzan understood this better than any of us. Therefore, we must follow his wise leadership, one last time.”
As Salim stepped down from the podium, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause, with many beginning to chant Farzan’s name. Salim moved over to the pyre holding Farzan’s body, and slowly removed the shroud covering his remains. He then took his place at one of the corners of the pyre, with Nadir, Ardashir, and Selena standing at the other corners. Each illuminated their hands in magical energy and lit each corner in fires of red, green, yellow, and blue, each representing the four tribes of the Jinn. As the flames moved towards his body and began to mix in the center, their combined powers caused the fire to begin to glow white, seemingly purifying Farzan’s body. The fires came to life, leaping forth from the pyre and encircling the brass pillar in the center of the courtyard as they traveled towards the night sky. Finally, as the pillar was fully engulfed, the four rulers lifted their hands skyward as the fire erupted into the heavens, scattering Farzan’s remains across the Rub’ al Khali. Once the flames were completely gone, all were amazed to see that the central pillar had been transformed into an enormous brass statue of King Farzan, his radiant smile shining for the entire world to see.
“Goodbye ... my love,” Selena whispered, shedding a single tear.
Hiro sat silently in his temporary quarters, Kimiko at his side, stroking his shoulders gently. Though her efforts from earlier had begun to alleviate his guilt and shame from helping Edward’s plan, the death of King Farzan had only served to bring those feelings back, now stronger than ever. He blamed himself for all of this suffering, for all those that now felt pain and fear due to his involvement. A quiet knock soon came at his door, but he paid it no mind. After a moment, Kimiko stood and went to answer it.
“Hiro?” a sweet voice asked.
Looking up, he replied, “Melody? What are you doing here?”
“I came to check on you. I’m ... very worried. About some of the things Kimiko has told me that you’re feeling.”
Again hanging his head, he said, “Oh, it’s nothing, just the fact that I helped the Antichrist. No big deal.”
Sitting on a soft cushion as Kimiko rejoined Hiro on the bed, Melody said, “Hiro, you need to realize that this wasn’t your fault. Edward did those things, not you.”
“I enabled him.”
“Yes, you did, because he forced you to.”
“I could have been stronger!” Hiro shouted in anger. “I ... what should I have done? Sacrificed Kimiko and myself to save thousands? I wish that I had been ... strong enough to do that. But I wasn’t. I’m a weak, spineless, pathetic excuse for a man! And now, to top it all off, a King Jinn has died because of me as well!”
“King Farzan chose to put himself in harm’s way. He did so because he knew he was one of the few with the power to stand against Edward, and he did so of his own accord. Edward is to blame for his death, not you,” she replied reassuringly.
“You don’t get it. People say I’m smart, that I’m a genius. Yet, I couldn’t come up with some way to sabotage his plans,” Hiro continued.
“Because he was reading your thoughts,” Melody reminded him. “It wouldn’t have mattered how intelligent a person he had captured, Edward would have known the instant they tried anything to circumvent his will.”
“I still should have done something. I still should have found a way to stop him, even if it was to give someone else the opening they needed.”
Melody smiled with her signature megawatt smile. “You did.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, Hiro ... have you already forgotten?” Melody asked with a giggle. “You knew that you and Kimiko might become targets one day, so you had a contingency plan ready. You instructed her to leave a trail for Mike and me to follow in the event that something ever happened to the two of you. That’s exactly what led us to Edward, thus allowing us to stop his plans. You did that, Hiro. You.”
“Me?”
Leaning forward, Melody’s face turned rather serious. “Hiro, listen to me. Mike and I know probably better than anyone about unwinnable situations. Every person, whether they realize it or not, will inevitably be faced with some problem where there is simply no clean way out of it, no right answer. No matter what choice we make in such a situation, something bad still happens. You faced such a situation with Edward. Mike faced such a situation within his own heart when he first released me from my vessel.”
“What do you mean?” Hiro asked, his mood beginning to brighten slightly.
“When Mike first released me, I was exactly what you’d expect from a servant genie: kind, warm, and completely subservient. My only desire was my master’s happiness. While many individuals like such a relationship, Mike felt quite differently. He recognized that, no matter how it was presented, our relationship was still one of a master and a slave. This violated one of the principle tenants of his conscience and his faith: enslaving an intelligent, living being is wrong, no matter the situation. I’m sure you are aware of how religious Mike is in his personal life, so I doubt this surprises you. As such, his first question was to ask if he was able to grant me my freedom. This conversation went just as it does for almost every master and genie servant.”
Hiro nodded in understanding. “The only freedom that can be granted is from one particular master, not from servitude altogether.”
“Precisely. For most masters, this is the end of the conversation, as they end up keeping their genies, some out of selfishness, but others out of a desire to ensure that their genies do not end up in the hands of a cruel master. For Mike, however, this alone was not enough. He still refused to view me as a slave, no matter what my instincts told me. The only thing he wanted me to be was his companion and equal partner. His wish was for me to gain free will, as much as was possible for me to gain. If I wished to serve him and give him the greatest happiness, as I always have, then I was to be his equal in all things.”
“It sounds like he made the perfect choice, certainly in regards to the moral dilemma he faced,” Hiro mused.
“Actually ... he didn’t, which is the point I’m trying to make. Mike was in a situation where he could not avoid doing some harm, either directly or indirectly. If he frees me to absolve himself from participating in my enslavement, he potentially dooms me to a life of pain and hardship at the hands of a cruel master, not to mention the evils that a man like Edward Baldwin would have done with my powers at his command. Conversely, in keeping me, Mike became a willing and knowing participant in my enslavement. Even with the free will he wished for me, that participation still existed, and that weighed heavily on his mind throughout his entire life. In his heart of hearts, he believes he still did wrong, even by choosing the lesser of two evils.
“Forgive me for rambling, Hiro, but my point is this. It is a good thing to feel guilt for indirectly participating in a horrible act, even when you were given only two awful choices, both of which would result in pain and suffering. Guilt means that you have a heart and a conscience, but you should never feel shame. You did not choose the situation; Edward forced you into it. He is the shameful one, and the one guilty of the greatest evil. You, on the other hand, aided him only to save a loved one. You have already begged Kimiko for forgiveness for your actions, and asking for forgiveness is exactly what has already absolved you of your guilt.”
“You know this?” Hiro asked, surprised.
“Of course!” Melody said with a grin. “After all, I do personally know the Son of God Himself. I get how He operates.”
“Wow, genuinely want to be forgiven ... it really is that simple?”
“I know, I felt really dumb the first time I realized it too,” Melody said with a wink.
As the trio erupted in laughter, Hiro’s mind was finally put at ease. He knew he had a long road ahead to fully recover, but he knew at least that the worst was over. A part of him wanted to try to join the fight against Edward, but deep down he knew that would not ease his conscience. Instead, he resolved to move to San Francisco once it was safe to leave the Palace of the Water Jinn, devoting his life to helping all those affected by the tragedy he had participated in. He would do good, live humbly, and above all, he would cherish every moment with Kimiko. If he could accomplish that, perhaps even he could one day be saved.
“Mike, I must thank you for acting as a pallbearer tonight. Normally, that would have been my place, but I am in no condition for such a role,” Selena said.
“It was my pleasure. Any strength I can lend, I am happy to,” Mike replied.
“We will need much of it,” she muttered.
The pair walked in silence for a few minutes, neither really knowing what to say to the other. Finally, Mike spoke the only words he could think of.
“We will stop him, Selena.”
“That is not my concern at this point,” she replied.
“What do you mean?”
“We are not the ones tasked with killing Edward Baldwin. I am.”
Mike sighed. He had been afraid of this. “Selena, I promise you that Edward will be stopped, but he cannot be beaten by a blind act of revenge.”
“He murdered my husband!” Selena spat. “There is only one response to that! You may be God’s champion, but you know NOTHING of our laws!”
“Perhaps not,” he said quietly. “However, may I share with you a saying we humans have on revenge?”
“Very well.”
“Before setting out on a vendetta, one must first dig two graves.”
Snorting, Selena replied, “Do you honestly think you can scare me?”
“Not trying to scare you. Just telling you the truth.”
“I fully expect to die in this, but I shall take Edward Baldwin down with me,” she seethed in anger.
“And what if that’s exactly what he wants?”
“What ... do you mean?”
“You heard his laughs as he ran away from the battle. He intended to kill you, but he knows damn well the potential impact of Farzan’s death on us. He’s counting on a splintered response bent on vengeance, rather than victory,” Mike replied. “If you go after him alone, you play right into his hand. No, if we want to prevent the End of Days, we must surprise him. We have to respond with resolve, honor, and unity, just as Salim said out there. Nothing else will give us any chance of success.”
Selena pondered his words for several moments, working to comprehend everything he had told her. Her heart began to soften the slightest bit, knowing that Mike was likely correct. Despite this, she still desired to watch the life leave Edward’s eyes, her hand clutching his throat as he drew his final breath. As she was about to reply, the pair was suddenly thrown off balance by a rumbling in the palace.
“What was that?!” Mike asked, bracing himself against the wall.
“I don’t know, be we had best find out...”
“Ah, there she is...”
Edward floated silently through the night, approaching the Palace of the Water Jinn. Though Persephone’s powers had been removed from her, he could still sense her presence in the high prison tower to the east. Landing just below the window, he gripped the sill and slowly peaked into the dungeon.
There’s Persephone. Only one guard? It’s like they want me to break her out...
Chuckling to himself, he summoned up a mass of concentrated energy in his palm, detonating it into the brass wall of the palace. The entire structure rumbled from his entry, so he knew he would have to be swift to accomplish the extraction cleanly. Stepping into the dungeon proper, he saw the solitary guard on his back, bruised but still breathing. Noticing the intruder, he attempted to reach for his scimitar.
“Please, don’t get up,” Edward said politely, stabbing the guard in the chest before he could reach his sword.
Looking up from the rubble of her shattered prison cell, Persephone could scarcely believe her eyes. “Master! You’ve returned! Oh, I knew you would return for me, I just knew it! These swine tried to turn me against you, but they are blind to your true potential, Master.”
“It is a blessing to see you again, Persephone. Now that we are reunited, my master’s vision can finally be realized. Are you ready?”
“More than ever,” she replied longingly.
“MURDERER!” came a shout from the entrance of the room.
Turning, Edward was now faced with Selena and Mike, both readying their weapons. Mike was his usual calm and collected self, but Selena had a look of pure rage on her face, just as he had hoped for.
“What’s wrong, love? Did I hurt your boyfriend?” he taunted.
“Allow me to show you!”
“Wait, Selena! Don’t!” Mike cautioned her.
Selena charged straight for Edward, attacking him with every sword technique she had ever learned. He simply laughed off her effort, evading and blocking effortlessly and kicking her to the ground after a few attempts.
“You really miss him, don’t ya? Want to see him again?” Edward asked, a sinister smile engulfing his face. Selena closed her eyes, bracing herself for impact, but was surprised to hear Edward’s blade strike against something hard. Opening her eyes, she saw Mike between her and Edward, blocking his sword with a glowing blue shield.
“No,” Mike said. “Not her. Not today. You have done more than enough evil, and I won’t stand for any more.”
Chuckling, Edward replied, “Ah, just as well, then. I’ve got a date with destiny!”
Disengaging from Mike, Edward scooped Persephone up in his arms and took flight into the night sky, flying across the desert at top speed. Selena picked herself up and fired off several blasts of energy in his direction, but ultimately hit nothing but air.
“COWARD! COME BACK AND FACE ME!” she roared.
“Save it, Selena. He’s gone,” Mike replied.
“Well, quickly then. We must go after him!”
“I’m going after him; I’m the only one with a chance of keeping up,” Mike corrected her. “I’ll track him down, and relay the location to Melody once I know where he’s headed. In the meantime, get the Council together and ready your forces. I have a feeling we may need them.”
“Very well,” Selena replied quietly, watching as Mike took to the air.
Edward and Persephone flew at top speed over the Pacific Ocean, the sun beginning to rise in the distance. They had flown throughout the night, and were finally nearing the western coast of the United States of America. Using the Golden Gate Bridge as a guide, Edward finally spied his destination: Alcatraz Island. Over a century ago, it had been used as a prison for the worst criminals imaginable. However, it’s troubled history resulted in it being shut down and turned into a museum, at least until World War III. At that time, the island was gutted and transformed into a state-of-the-art training facility for the U.S. Marine Corps. The troops that came out of their training on Alcatraz were consistently some of the most feared and efficient warriors in the nation, resulting in the opposing Russian effort to bomb Alcatraz, leveling the island to nothing but a patch of dirt.
“Yes, this will do nicely,” Edward said as he landed on the deserted island. “Alright, my dear, down you go.”
Persephone steadied herself on her feet, kissing Edward sweetly on the cheek. “My hero,” she said affectionately.
“Persephone, do you still love me?” Edward asked.
“Unconditionally, Master.”
“And do you still wish to serve me to the fullest extent of your abilities, even in your powerless state?”
“With every fiber of my being, Master.”
“Good,” Edward replied with a smile. “Persephone, all the pieces are in place for our final gambit. The great Lucifer has granted me access to enormous power, the power to command his forces, and the most terrifying creatures of Hell in the process.”
“That is wonderful!” she beamed.
“Indeed it is. However, in order to access this power, Lucifer first requires ... a sacrifice.”
“What sort of sacrifice, Master?”
“A... willing sacrifice. The summoning will only be successful if the tribute gives their entire mind, body, and soul over to Lucifer. Persephone ... I want you to have this great honor.”
“Me?” she said, gasping in surprise.
“Yes. It will of course mean that our time together is at an end. However, it will also be the catalyst that brings about the grand and glorious age we have dreamed of for the Earth. What do you say, darling?”
Persephone didn’t even need a moment to consider. “It would be my greatest pleasure, Master Edward.”
“Splendid!”
In these moments, Edward truly loved how he had managed to groom Persephone into the completely obedient, subservient woman she was. It made decisions like this one all the more easy. Of course he would miss her beauty and feminine charms, but they were nothing compared to what his master would reward him with for his victory.
Persephone stood in the center of the island, awaiting her instructions. Edward, meanwhile, began using his katana to carve three symbols in the dirt. Three large circles surrounded Persephone, placed at the points of a triangle, and within each circle was a rough drawing of a strange creature. The first was a winged animal of some sort, the second a large serpent, and the third appearing to be a bull or steer. As he finished the symbols, Edward looked up to the sky in the distance, feeling a powerful presence approaching.
“Looks like Mike is coming to crash our little party,” he mused. “Too bad he’s far too late. Are you ready, my dear?”
“I am. Master, I thank you for having me as your servant for all these many years. Nothing has made me happier than doing your bidding and aiding you in accomplishing the will of the great Lucifer. I know not whether we will see each other again, but I take comfort in knowing the wondrous things this world will accomplish with you as its leader.”
Smiling, Edward stood on a large rock overlooking the clearing in which Persephone stood. Concentrating his full power on each of the symbols, he began to recite an incantation.
“From the depths of Hell, I call to thee, beasts of land, sea, and sky. Commanded by the prophet of Lucifer, your master now am I. My willing servant do I offer, a tribute to your mighty power. Gladly, she gives her existence, bringing you life in her final hour.”
As he spoke, the ground surrounding Persephone’s feet began to crack, slowly opening around her. Soon, searing hot flames began to form from the fissures, beginning to engulf Persephone’s body. Through it all, she smiled, happy to be aiding her master one final time. Finally, the ground around her erupted forth, a mighty blast of flame swallowing her completely. Despite her willingness, the pain she felt was unbearable; she was literally being burned alive before her descent into Hell. Unable to bear the pain any longer, Persephone finally let loose a bloodcurdling scream as she was drug through the hole in the ground, disappearing from view altogether.
“Obey me now, and hear my plea, we shall rule o’er these lands. With your mighty wings, jaws, and horns, I shall reshape this world with my hands. Soon, all Mankind will bow to us, worshipping my lord with their cries. Come forth now, terrible beasts ... Ziz, Leviathan, Behemoth, RISE!!!”
Melody, can you hear me?Sure can, Mike. What’s up?
I think I’ve tracked Edward down. He’s back in San Francisco, near ... Alcatraz Island? Wonder what he wants there?
No clue, but it can’t be good. I’ll alert Selena. We need to get the armies mobilized over there as fast as we can. If Edward’s in San Francisco, it can only mean that he plans to finish what he started.
Got it. I’ll try to slow him down as best I can. I’ll keep you posted.
As Mike neared the Golden Gate Bridge, an explosion of power coming from Alcatraz Island suddenly stunned him. Catching his breath, Mike was terrified at seeing three bright lights glowing from the island, one red, one yellow, and one blue. Knowing that this had to be connected to Edward, he rocketed towards the tiny island at top speed, soon approaching from the sky.
“Baldwin!” he shouted, hovering over his adversary.
“Mike, good to see you!” Edward shouted pleasantly. “I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t show ... not that it matters. The seal has been broken, and nothing can stop what is to come, not even you.”
“Seal? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Hell is precisely what I am talking about,” he grinned. “Watch.”
Mike now saw that the glowing lights were being emitted from three symbols Edward had drawn on the ground. Before he could even try to comprehend what was happening, each symbol exploded, their light temporarily blinding him. After rubbing his eyes, Mike finally was able to see, yet began to hope that what he saw was an illusion. Before him were three terrifying monsters: a bird-like creature with the lower body of a lion, a long serpent, and an angry bull, each one easily as large as a house.
“Are you familiar with the terrible beasts of Jewish folklore, my friend?” Edward sneered.
“Matter of fact, I am,” Mike replied. “You’re saying these are Ziz of the air, Leviathan of the seas, and Behemoth of the land?”
“I am indeed. My master has granted me control over them, as well as his elite battalion of soldiers. I am close ... so close to fulfilling his vision and absorbing his power. Today, I shall command his armies in glorious victory!”
As he spoke, hundreds of demonic warriors began to emerge from the large hole in the center of the island. They ranged from foot soldiers with swords and shields, to snipers with spears and crossbows, and even to huge bruisers with clubs the size of school busses. Every one of them had black, scaly skin that seemed to be scorched by the fires of Hell itself, save for their eyes, which burned with bright red flames. As for Edward, his typical black dress shirt and pants began to burst into flames, slowly engulfing everything but his face. When the fires had receded, he now wore a set of ornate, black armor. Functionally, the armor appeared nearly identical to Mike’s Armor of God, though with a stylized 666 emblem on the breastplate. Finally, Edward placed on his head a horned helmet, covering his face completely and giving him a strikingly similar appearance to the Behemoth that stood behind him.
“Powerful as you may be, Champion of God, you cannot possibly hope to stand against Lucifer’s mightiest warriors,” Edward jeered. “Run away now, while you still can.”
“Sorry, not my style,” Mike replied with a smirk.
In a flash, Mike drew his sword and immediately dove into the army before him, hacking and slashing everything that moved. The demons were strong, but simply could not withstand the sheer power of the Armor of God; they melted the moment they were hit by any one of Mike’s attacks. As Mike continued his offensive, Edward simply walked from the field of battle towards the beasts.
“Go! The time is now!” he commanded them. “Take as many lives as you are able to in the name of Lucifer!”
With a deafening roar, the beasts began making their way towards the remains of San Francisco. Leviathan dove beneath the waters of the San Francisco Bay, gliding silently towards the shoreline. Ziz took flight, latching onto Behemoth with its lion-like paws to carry it over the waters to the city. Edward followed the trio closely, readying his sword to begin working his way towards finally becoming the Antichrist.
“Ah shit!” Mike cursed, seeing Edward getting away. Fending off a few more soldiers, it was clear to him that their sheer numbers would soon begin to overwhelm his valiant efforts. Leaping into the sky, he took off after Edward and the three beasts.
Melody, you there?I’m here. We’re making preparations; the armies should be ready to move out in twenty minutes or so.
Forget that. Get anyone you can over here NOW! San Francisco’s in serious trouble over here.
On it, just hang in there, baby!
By this time, Mike was nearing the shore. Though he had lost sight of Edward, his attention was immediately brought to the sight of Leviathan emerging from the waters surrounding Fisherman’s Wharf. As it hissed and flailed about, the innocent bystanders on land ran for their lives, trying to find a safe place to hide. A nearby police officer attempted to help direct them to safety, but was quickly targeted by the beast, which caught the man by the leg with its long, snake-like tongue. The poor officer screamed in terror, trying desperately to break free, but to no avail. His nightstick had no effect on the monster, and he had dropped his service firearm in the chaos of the earthquakes from the previous day.
“Hang on!” Mike shouted, flying straight for them. Just as the creature was about to toss the man into his mouth, Mike flew straight through the tongue, slicing off the tip with his sword. Circling around, he deftly caught the officer, flying him to shore as Leviathan roared in pain. Managing to stay out of sight of the beast, Mike landed with the officer in a nearby alleyway.
“You ok?”
“Wha ... what the fuck ... is that THING?!” the man stammered.
“No time to explain, officer,” Mike said. “Right now, what you need to know is that something big is about to go down in this city, and a lot of people are going to die unless we act fast. Do you know where more police are located?”
“Uh, yeah ... some of my buddies are trapped in a bank about a block over from here. Bunch of rubble is blockin’ the doors.”
“Show me.”
As they ran through the back alleys to avoid the gaze of Leviathan, Mike asked, “What’s your name, if I may ask?”
“Sargent Bob Riley. You?”
“Mike Braxton. Good to know you, Bob.”
“You too. Ok, this is it.”
Arriving at a Wells Fargo, the front doors had collapsed just as Bob had described, trapping the civilians inside. For Mike, however, clearing the rubble was simple, allowing the pair entry. Once inside the lobby, a group of police officers immediately perked up.
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