Legion Resurrected Chapter 10

10.

Lucifer

Charlie sat by herself at the far corner, dressed in the slutty red dress and the stilettos that matched her mood then. She was upset having waited for over an hour at the sleazy bar. She knew the score than’ she was stood up not once but several times in her life. If was not that she was ugly or gruesome in her looks, it was just the company she had. She was one screw up lady who arrived in Las Vegas for a good career and possibly a husband. She had dreamt of a family with a carload of kids. She was to be a soccer mom but ended up in her first week sharing the bed with another lady and their lover. His name was Oscar something, and he was a pimp. She was soon to know it when he threw her the street. She survived that ordeal for three weeks before she found a protector and lover. Since then, she had been a shop assistant to the manageress of the café, but nothing stayed permanent and nor were her lovers.

“You alone?” Charlie looked up and saw the man in the dark shirt that stretched across his chest with the blazing words; I will fuck your mother 2. It was a brazen message for a pick-up but she was pissed then. She nodded and the man sat down next to her. He was not a man of finesse or was its patience, his hands went up to her dress.

“Stop it!” Charlie slapped the man across the face. It angered the other and before he could react, she had her right knuckles into his groin. He keeled over and she slammed the beer glass into his nose. She then got up and was to leave when the grunted man called out. His mates came to his aid.

Five of them; all huge either in the chest or the belly fold. They approached Charlie.

“We hope you can handle all six of us, gal. We are insatiable.” One of the five men voiced out the threat. Charlie knew she was outnumbered and above in for a bad time. She turned to look for any brave men there but the braver ones were at the wall or out of the doorway.

“The lady is mine. So, back off.” The figure in the light blue suit had his fedora in his left hand spoke to the five men. He was slim in his frame but his height was tall, and he had on those fancy double shade shoes on. He was seated on the table next to Charlie’s.

“Hey, mister. You are either stupid or be prepared to die.” The one who spoke to Charlie snapped back. “We aren’t leaving here alive tonight.”

“Too bad. I was wondering if Hell was suitable for you and your friends. I guess I was right.” The man with the fedora placed the hat on the table and then stood up. He took off his jacket and revealed the white shirt.

“Anyone knows how to fight dirty?” The man who challenged the five asked.

“I know Krav Maga.” The spokesman spoke. “But for you, I will use only my left fist.”

The fight began with the left fist swung at the slim man but the other had his right arm up to blow the swing. The left fist of the slim man went out towards the right armpit of the spokesman and broke the joint there. The slim man did not stop there and moved his body towards the injured man, and with his left hand, he formed a fist to slam into the other’s guy's throat.

“That’s Krav Maga, guys.” The slim man told the others when the spokesman of the group went down clutching his throat. Two of the guys decided to retreat but the battle had just begun. Within seconds and with a display of skills of kicks and punches, the other four were left lying dying on the floor.

“Now that is a good workout and some additions to Hell.” The victorious man then stepped back to his table to retrieve the jacket and hat. He offered his right hand towards her.

“Stan Luke. Care to leave with me?” The slim man asked Charlie.

Survivals

General Thomas Kinsey, the four stars’ commander of the army looked at the map that showed the central continent of the country he was defending. He was dressed in the uniform that displayed his influence. He has surrounded by a dozen other ranking officers and the squabbling was annoying him. He stepped away from the huge table that was laid with the map and then faced the dozen display screens that showed him nothing. There was no power and they had to do with small fires of waste in the metal baskets or battery-operated torch lights. The fire suppressant system was not in service anymore. All the electronics and electrical were fried except the mechanical system.

“When are we getting power back?” General Kinsey called out. He was shorter in height but he made up for it with the stout build that was fed by the military c-rations for over thirty-five years. He was the youngest four stars General and probably its last one then.

“Not yet, General. Our backups are all fried too. We are trying to fix things.” The General heard the Major. He was upset that the most advanced army was then redundant in facilities.

“Give me the last update before the power shut down.” General Kinsey leaned back on the wall and looked to his officers.

“General, we are as last advice four hours ago. Half the continent is under fire, while the other parts are in chaos. We have lost three-quarters of our army, all the branches. Two nuke blast and millions of our citizens dead or missing.” The Lieutenant Colonel replied. “That is only our confirmed reports. The unconfirmed ones are worse. General, we are…”

“Doom, Lieutenant Colonel. Maybe you ought to take a rest while we battle the war.” The four stars General told the other. The Lieutenant Colonel knew it better not to argue and leave the Command Centre. General Kinsey looked to the others.

“Once more please. Give me the updates.”

“We had reports from the other parts of the world before the shutdown. It’s all about the same. We have somehow landed into a state of chaos. Europe and Asia have almost two-third of their lands destroyed by war. A dozen nukes were set off and a third of its populations may have succumbed to the blasts.

The world was in chaos.

The world was ending soon its existence. There will be no hope except how to learn about survival.

And that was the good news then.

The Seraph Warrior could return to Eden.

“General, we have reports of some congregation of people about fifty miles from here at a Diner. They don’t seem to be evacuating but staying there. A firefight was heard by the advanced scouts.” The Lieutenant reported back. “They captured one of those who were there. Here is a sketch of the capture.”

The General was handed the report with the sketch. He could not make out the details but when he saw the sketch, he knew what was there. After all, he was a part of the Seraph Warriors.

“Send a detachment there. I want the Diner flattens and everyone there dead.” The General snapped the command out at the Major who was dressed in army fatigue. He then turned to the panel of senior officers.

“Anyone with good news?” The General smiled.

The good news then was Lucifer was the father of a young baby girl. He held the baby by its legs and shook the phlegm out from her throat. The mother of the child was seated leaning on the wall. She was covered with the table cloth waist below.

“It’s a girl.” Percy cradled the baby after he severed the umbilical cord. “She is fine.”

“My daughter will be. I am here now.” Lucifer looked at Charlie. “Hello, my dear. Sorry I was away too long.”

“You bastard, Oscar or Stan or whatever you call yourself.” Charlie cussed at Lucifer. “I waited for you.”

“And you did but the call of the others was too great to refuse. After all, I am their leader.” Lucifer replied. “It was not easy but the foes of mine are many, and strong too.”

Lucifer then turned to Michael.

“Why did you protect her? She was nothing to you. You even defied the Supreme for her. I am ever curious.” Lucifer asked.

“I did it for the child. It was prophesied that the dimension will come to an end and only the child could save it. Just as we did it the last time with the Chosen One.”

“But why defied the Supreme?” Lucifer asked.

“How did you know I defied the Supreme?”

“I have my sources even at Eden. I was banished and escape to lead the Fallen Ones. I did in stealth and hid them when it's needed from the Seraph Warriors. It was not an easy task but I prevailed. I roamed the dimension and even sacrificed some to save the others. The ones I saved were some pardoned and resumed their existence in Eden.”

“You did not really answer my query.” Michael asked him then again.

“You saw a new beginning. You questioned it with the Supreme. Your queries were not replied.” Lucifer told Michael. “You were HER trusted warrior and leader.”

Michael recalled the discussion he had then. He was dismissed by the Supreme but he refused to leave. He stood there in the Dimensional Hall where he could hold his audience with the Supreme. It was not a hall but a dimensional void which will engulf Michael wherever he was, and will himself floating or standing in the void of blackness and then the Supreme will speak to him.

“Why questioned the works there? The other dimension held no importance to you. Or am I wrong in my words?”

“No, Supreme. You are not wrong. My only contact with that dimension was when I battled the Fallen Ones. I …”

“Did your task and even brought back the leader. Lucifer was his name if I am not mistaken. I had him banished to Hell. It was the dimension where he was more adapted to perform. An outcast to rule the outcasts.”

“Why now the intervention …” Michael was cut off.

“I did not intervene.  It was an evitable ending and a new beginning.”

“A dimension culled by millions and the survivals then hunted and culled. Was the last Great Flood not sufficient or why not ….”

“Michael, do not ever question my authority. I am still the one who can call the decisions. I did the Great Flood to safe the dimension and even assisted in the creation of the Ark, to save the needed.”

“You meant the desired.” Michael raised his interpretation.

“Dismissed.” IT was a flick of a moment but Michael was to stop that.

“The child…” Michael remained where he was.

“How did you know of the child?”

“It was in the talks. Is it true?”

“Yes, and the child must die. You will do it.”

“Why me?” Michael asked.

“Because if you don’t, will.”

“Michael, do you think she looked like me?” Michael was taken out of his thoughts to the present. “She will be a leader like me.”

“Wait, stop. The talks spoke of your demise when she is born. Are you aware of that?” Michael asked.

“An inconvenience I believed but a necessity. I am ever willing to go to Hell for her.”