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I have not completed the previous story and have not editted it for a long while, but I HAVE to get this idea out of my head while it's still fresh. It is a story of revenge. A story where Levon finally comes out on top... A story of torment, torture and the worst pains possibly imagined. A pain deep without the heart of a broken man... and this is how it goes...

Levon was on his way to a planet where he was informed that Sheohalrag had been extremely injured and was in his final stage for survival. This is where we come in- actually... Let's rewind the clocks by about 5 minutes... A Blood Brother Base set in the middle of nowhere... .

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Tears rolling down his face, blood pouring out of a stump where one of his arms used to be and snot coming out of his nose, the man, who our most gracious and awesome story writer is putting off naming until we get to that part of the story, crawls as best as he can away from the nightmare that walks toward him. "Please, god, leave me alone! What do you want?! Money? Drugs? Women?!"

A hand grabs the man by the other arm and lifts him up.

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30 minutes earlier.

"WHAT?!" Levon shouted at the top of his lungs. "This man has been stationed there for 3 weeks, you learned of this 2 weeks ago- AND DIDN'T TELL ME?!"

"I didn't tell you because you'd go jump in a drop pod and go down there are your own." Crimson said. midway through Levon giving orders for having a Drop Pod prepped and going in by himself.

"You don't understand how much that man means to me! He is one of the people who helped General Baxton gather the information to give to Nothing to have Jessica assassinated!" He talks down Crimson.

"And that is exactly why you can NOT go. Let us send some men - but if you go, Everything knows what you'll do. You will place the face to one of the men who assisted in destroying you as a person." Crimson sighed, "But if you are hellbent on this, The drop pod 25695-H is ready and already plotted on his location."

"You're going to burn in hell, Crimson." Levon said, clearly pissed.

"I plan on it, Sir." Crimson replies. "I honestly did."

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The burnup of atmosphere causes the outside of the pod to begin spraying liquid metal into the atmosphere. Downdraft from the air and the superheated drop pod speeds the decent to dangerous levels. When the airbrakes deploy, the pod is already below the cloud layer. 10 more seconds and a loud earthshaking slam is heard. A pod door launches off and a creature of pure anger and hatred steps out: Levon, With one objective. Slaughter.

 

"So I said to the guy," The Blood Brother continues. "Bacon, Motherfucker!"

"Dude, You'd never have the balls. Beside, Marks' mother isn't for sale." Another Blood Brother replied.

"Hey, Fuck you. I shot the Shadow Scythe Admiral."

"Bullshit. That guy can fire 20 255mm shells in .2023 seconds."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dumbshit, but I shot the guy."

"Pics or it never happened."

The boasting Blood Brothers' body is hit by a spray of flaming napalm ignited liquid bioplasmatic thermal paste.

The remaining Blood Brother takes a picture. "Cool story bro, Tell it aga- AGH!"

Levon withdrew The Angel Slayer from the remaining Blood Brothers' throat. "Let's find this fucker." He said with the flaming glare of anger.

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Meanwhile, in a nearby Blood Brother outpost.

 

"And so I said to the guy," The Blood Brother Major continues. "Bacon, Motherfucker!" As soon as he delivered the punchline, the surrounding Blood Brothers looked at him in awe, laughing their asses off.

 

Meanwhile, In a nearby Blood Brother outpost...

 

Levon stands directly above the Major on a small ledged rock that the Major had in the right offset center of the outpost.  "Bacon, Motherfucker!" The Blood Brother yelled. Levon then dropped down and landed directly in front of the Major, a three-point landing, where Levon then stands up and begins clapping slowly, almost sarcastically.

 

The Major, startled, falls backwards, then crawls away from the intruder.

 

Levon turns to the other Blood Brothers, raises a hand and says "By the Tome of Ordeals, I conjure a terrible Curse of Fleshgrafting."

As he says this, the Blood Brothers close themselves in their suits, sealing off with their visors. Suddenly, the battlereadying Blood Brothers fall limp and collapses to the ground, their visors denting and smashing open, allowing entire swaths of blood to pour out of the suits, no trace of skin, meat or bone, but there is a white liquid that flows among the red ooze...

 

The Major recovers and begins running, all while screaming "INTRUDER! ABANDON THE SEARCH FOR THE WORM, THE ADMIRAL IS HERE!"

 

Somewhere off in the distance...

 

An small larvae crawls on the ground, fleeing from the outpost, traces of charged superions left in his wake suggests he was hit by an Ion Particle Cannon. It finds a bit of brush to hide under and begins burying itself alittle til only its head remained above ground, then looks back at the Outpost. "Damnit, Levon... Why did you come here?" It says. "I came here to destroy him before you could find out about him..." the larva shudders. "It's so cold without the infernal body of the Uncreation Universe Devastatorlisk..." Said Sheohalrag in larva form.

 

Back in the outpost...

 

Levon withdraws the Angel Slayer from a Blood Brothers' gut, sheathing it and pulling out the Hellbringer, slamming a magazine into it and pulling back on the bolt. Once a shell is pulled into the chamber, he slams the bolt forward and slams it down. The small army of Blood Brothers pulled off from searching for the mortally wounded Sheohalrag is returning to the outpost to try and defeat Levon... Before the first 20 gigantic HEAT rounds tore into the crowd of armored men, ripping people in half.

 

A Blood Brother put on a snail hat. "Nope. I'm nopin' the fuck out of here on a Nope'O'Clock - Nope-stop Nope-train to Nope-ville." And then begins walking away cassually, having left his gun behind. He is no longer a threat.

 

Levon, seeing them all now fleeing and how the one is walking away in the face of total annihilation, lowers his rifle. "Eh... He can live..."

 

The man begins whistling while walking away, then is crushed under a Transformation Mech Platform. It's SSEMC tech. The Blood Brothers aren't even using their own shit anymore, they're stealing from the SSEMC. The Mech turns and spins up its guns.

 

"Appearantly..." Levon seeing the man get crushed "...Not..." He sees the Gattling Guns getting spun up - Levon was a partial designer of the SSEMC Transformation Platform, He knows what the armaments on the mechs are. 65mm Gattling Cannons, 200mm cluster-missiles and an Air-To-Ground payload carpet bomb ordinance.

 

"Who've we got here - The Admiral himself? What did we do to deserve this most ungracious visit from the most hated man I've ever heard of?" Comes from the Transforlation Platform PA systems.

 

"Major Pang Indie Ash." Levon says, struggling to keep a straight face. "Tell me, when was the last time you tongue-punched Baxton's asshole? I know you were his favourite lapdog for a long time. Let me guess... You stopped sucking on this dick - he sent you on this shit assignment?"

 

"Oh, Oh, ah ah ooh. Yoo shoo fawney. Just shut the fuck up and die you stupid failure of a human being." The Transformation platform spins up its chainguns and unleashes a 2x300 rounds per second spray of red hot 65mm Halcyon-Class Bioplasmatic Explosive centered rounds toward the Arch Angel. Upon seeing the wall of projectiles being fired in his direction, He kneels down and grabs a hold of a tree root, clenching his jaw and looking away. The Platform's chainguns begin glowing red hot from firing so many rounds per second - it will need to temporarily shut down the chainguns or else it will melt the cannons. The wall of explosive shells arrives at Levon's location, slamming against his armor with the force of an encoming semi-truck, the first round dents it, the second round hits him at his feet, ripping apart the tree root he wrapped his hands around and sending him off balance and falling backwards.

 

Levon is caught midair by a round, which plasters him against the ground, sprawled out and denting the backside of his armor - the crushing force of both of sides of the Titancrusher Armor is keeping him from being able to breathe. He quickly scrabbles to get to his hands and knees and beings gasping like a fish, trying to get SOME oxygen. He reaches back and unclips his breastplate and lets the armor fall to the ground, sucking in a huge gulp of air and nearly collapsing from oxygen deprivation.

 

"Welly well. Not dead yet, are we?... Gotta say... I really didn't have a backup plan - Thought you would have died from the first salvuc.. slavico... mrapimpnamedslickback..." The Major stumbles to try to find the right word.

"Salvo, Idiot?" Levon says, grasping his crushed chest... he feels something loose. Some of his ribs have cracked and broken apart of his ribcage, delivering unimaginable pain to him.

"No matter..." The Major says, "You gave me a strong enough weapon to deal with you now." The Major activates the Engine Overload Feedback, sending a giant shockwave of bioplasmatic energy coursing through the air, striking to the nearest conductor - Levon's exposed body. The energy strikes him and begins searing his body, hellishly burning him til he was about to light on fire, The sudden backlash wave of energy striking, overloading and then stopping his heart. Levon falls over, desperately slamming his fists against his chest, gasping for air, his eyes beginning to cross lifelessly, his body starting to slow down with the falsation of his blood flow, he eventually goes limp, trying to breathe, but no longer able to move any muscle in his body.

The Transformation Platform lurches forward and lands near Levon, The hatch pops open and the Major pokes his head out. "You're dead?... shocking... Whelp..." The hatch closes. "Let's dispose of the body." The massive rocket pods are heard arming. As soon as he presses a button to let the first missile loose, A huge creature launches out of the trees from behind Levon and slices the rocket into four pieces that slide harmlessly across Sheohalrag's body and slam into the ground. Sheohalrag launches multiple mutated limbs out of his body that are barbed with unrealistically sharp barbs. The limbs hook onto the Transformation Platform, where Sheo yanks and draws in the Major.

"Give. Me. One. Reason." Sheohalrag growls directly into the hatch of the cockpit. A 35 Megaton Payload is dropped from the front of the Transformation Platform in the Bomb-Bay. It strikes Sheo in the tip of his spiked chest and blasts the Platform back while roasting and shreading Sheohalrag, Obliterating his front half. "THAT'S REASON ENOUGH FOR ME!" Sheohalrag, mutilated, begins remorphing into an Uncreation Universe Devastatorlisk. "COME HERE, YOU MONSTER!" He bellows at the Major hard enough to shatter the cockpit glass. He charges forward, the massive lumbering beast, faster than the human mind could comprehend, ramming its giant blades through the Platform. "Activate self destruct!" the major yells and ejects. His seat launches into the air before being yanked out of the air. Sheo has bit onto his chair. "I'm taking you with me, Bastard!" After a couple seconds, a biothermobaric nuclear plasmatic explosion engolfs the massive lumbering fel-beast and the Major - who was somehow shielded by Sheohalrag's bulk.

Powerful bolts of lightning blaze across the landscape from the Alpha-Omega-Omicron Supercore exploding, the energy released across the landscape causes bolts of lightning to strike what remains of Levon's armor, deflecting and scorching nearby trees, setting the close by forest on fire. A few bolts come close before one finally strikes him in the chest. After a spasm, Levon's eyes open, his heart slowing down again. Lightning never strikes twice... Today, Levon has proved mankind wrong. A followup bolt strikes the conductor again and causes his heart to continue beating. Levon turns and begins franticly coughing and gasping. He feels like he just got ran over by a truck... or a couple 65mm rounds. He is entirely scorched and charred. He looks at his arms, turning them slowly over and looking at his mutilated skin. A shockwave blast of force arrives from the distant Platform explosion. A piece of biomass lands next to him and bounces before wiggling. A tiny worm. "Pewh! Peh-hew... I think I got him..." Sheohalrag squeeks.

Levon picks up the tiny larval creature and looks at him. "I keep forgetting a massive planet destroying creature comes from a tiny worm."

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Alright, Guys, If you JUST got here, You have so much to read before you can even get CLOSE to understanding this story. At all. GO READ! Otherwise, Prepare.

As we know, York, The new Arch Angel and recently crowned Shadow Scythe Elite Admiral has become corrupt. The crown of the Arch Angel was meant for only one being. The Son of The Creator, Which in Draconic, translates into Levon Krasiss Sindragosa. York, However, Refuses to pass his crown. And it isn't as though if Levon beat him, He could take back his role as the Arch Angel. In order to become an Arch Angel, the current one has to die.

And here is where Tragedy strikes, Once more. Levon's last words were...

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"So, Brother... Let's dance, Shall we?" Levon said with grimace.

Levon Vs Corrupted York

Levon removes all of his weapons except his sword. York does the same. They begin circling each other in the rounded room, Watching each other. As soon as York looks away for a split second, Levon is right in front of him, Bringing his fist to Yorks' face.

CRUNCH!!

"... You didn't think it was that easy, Did you, Brother Levon?" York asked, Levons fist in his hand- He is crushing it. Levon yells in pain as he uses Yorks' holding his hand as a way to lift himself up and slam his right foot against Yorks' visor, Blowing the glass out of it.

"... Again, Brother Levon? That's twice that you've done that to me." York said as he lets go of Levons' fist. Levon falls to the ground, then drags himself away, quickly standing up and prepared for a return attack from York. Levon was right, York was already throwing a punch. It slammed into Levons' stomach and Levon pukes up any contents in his stomach, then falls to the ground, wheezing and gagging.

"Weak and pathetic... Even after your Arch Angelhood is removed. You deserve to die." He said as he draws a Spear of Flames out of thin air.

"That's what you think." Levon said under his breath. Just then, he stands and yells. "FORWARD, DAMNED CREATURES!" As he says this, a giant wave of Shadows and Uncreations launch out of the ground at York, Who begins cutting swaths through them with his Flaming Spear. Levon quickly summons a wave of Brutalizing Shadow Guardians. As they lumber toward York, they are cut down rapidly. York then yells out loud.

"By the holy light, I summon the purifying touch of saints!" Shouting this, Yorks' spear becomes a giant flaming whip. He pulls back, then slams it against the ground. As the whip contacts the ground, it explodes, sending holy energy in all directions and vaporizes the Shadows and Uncreations. He then turns to Levon, who is behind him, his fist already traveling into Yorks' gut. As soon as york Turned, He gets clobbered in the stomach, puking up.

"An eye for an eye, Don't you think, Brother York?" Levon asked hatefully. He proceeds to pick York up and drop him. As York falls, Levon slams his knee against Yorks' chest. York hits the ground and rolls sideways, Destressedly clawing at his chest - His lungs were struggling to take in air due to shock. Finally, York draws a deep breath, looks to the side and sees Levons foot, clocking him upside the head. York tumbles over, falls down a few stairs and rolls to his feet, Drawing his flaming spear, Which is now a tridant.

"So, Poseidon... What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?" Levon asks, Knowing he has York on the defensive now.

"I have a couple. Using power that you could never harness!" York yells as he pulls his right hand back and releases a shockwave of Angelic Energy. As the wave travels through the air, it releases orange and black lightning strikes against the ground and walls of the building. The wave slams against Levon, but it doesn't do more than push him back.

"York... You are using magic that I designed to combat Angels... Against a mortal being. Not only that, York, Your power is limited. When I was Arch Angel, I had to conserve as much of it as possible... So even if you kill me today, And you go on as the Shadow Scythe Admiral? You will be powerless... Useless... Even your mortal power will be insufficiently powered." Levon explains.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" York yells in dishonesty, then blasts Levon with a Lightning Strike, Another fizzled spell, As it was an Angelic Power. Levon is still only mortal. The bolt strikes him, then curves away and strikes the ceiling, melting it away.

"Listen to me, York... You don't understand how hard it is to fight without the Angel Powers, Please just give up." Levon begs.

"Shut up! Damnit, DIE!" York screams at the top of his lungs as he full-body tackles Levon and knocks him off his feet, Followed by launching his trident at Levon's head. Levon quickly jerks it aside, Then delivers a kick- Which could shatter the bones, into the crotch of Indiana Jones- Nah. Just kidding. Levon launches a kick between York's legs, Which is ineffective, Due to York's Overengineeredcodpiece. He decides to instead grab York's right leg and drag him down, then deliver a heavy blow to his face, going straight through where his visor would have been. York receives the concussive blow, then throws Levon off of him with some intensely concentrated strength.

"York, Are you having an Adrenaline rush?" Levon asked mockingly.

"STOP TALKING!!!!" York has truly lost all control.

"... Well then, Brother." Levon says, drawing the Angel Slayer for the first time in so very, very long. The sword shines and glistens, releasing a wave of pure holy energy. Suddenly, It flashes a blinding blue color, And a voice is heard.

"Overthrown, Overpowered... Overworked, Oversoured. I am whole, once again, And my purpose is true. You shall see, Once we are through, The power that you, and only you can use." Just then, The Angel Slayer takes on a ghost-like aspect.

"Levon? What is THAT?!" York asks in worry.

"... York... This is my heart... And it aches tirelessly. It is whole, Once more... And is more powerful than ever." Levon said, Slicing a steam pipe in half and causing it to gush at York's face. The hot steam burns, then scores. York tumbles back, and begins blindly fleeing for a moment, before taking up a desperate offensive stance.

"The sword that shattered when Jessica died?" York asked.

"That is right." Levon answered. The Angel Slayer dragging behind him, Levon slowly speeds his pace of walking to running, then full out sprint. As he goes, The Angel Slayer leaves a trail of blazing blue fire, then it speaks.

"Your enemy is an Angel... THE Arch Angel. Impossible. You are the Arch Angel." At the end, The Sword begins to glow a bright Saints Row Purple, leaking pure Angelic Energy.

"York, You are outmatched. A mortal is using Angelic Energy, And you can't use any against me!" Levon ends his sprint by slamming his sword against York's spear so hard that it shatters the holy energy, then glances off York's shoulder armor, taking some of the armor off. York lurches back, then pulls another Holy Trident out of the air, only for it to be cut down by the Angel Slayer. This time, it strikes York's hip. As the Angel Slayer contacts York's skin, it releases a shockwave of white energy that erupts across York, Launching him a couple dozen of feet back. York slams against a few pipes, denting them severely, then falls onto his ass, going limp, making yelling and screaming sounds, the white energy shocking him.

"So that's what the Angel Slayer does..." Levon whispers.

"Yes, Son of The Creator, I was forged to help you battle your brethren... But I never suspected that I'D fight the Arch Angel. 'tis woeful that I must do such a horrid thing, But, if it secures your seat as Arch Angel, Your will-be done." The Angel Slayer speaks.

York is released from the hellish white energy, then grabs a pipe and lifts himself up. He pulls his hand back, then goes to launch an Angelic Blast. Nothing. York scrabbles his hand. "What's happening?!" He shakes his hand, then tries again. A puff of air whushes forward, but that's all.

"You are powerless, Brother York." Levon says, Starting to approach him slowly. It would be the same situation as if you were cornered, fatigued and powerless, and Pyramid Head were approaching you. The stress was ripping away at York, who turns and begins using his Power Armor to try and punch his way through the wall.

"York, The Coward. I never expected you to stoop so low. You never backed down from a fight. Then again, You never engaged in a fight that you couldn't win. You were smart, Strategic. What happened to you?" Levon taunted.

York is denting the hell out of the wall, But not breaking it. Levon draws ever so closer. York turns as Levon raises the Angel Slayer "York, I love you. I'm sorry it had to be like this."

"It won't happen like this." York drops low, then bites his arm till he bleeds. The self inflicted wound flows quickly. "This holy blood be my salvation, Strike down thy enemy!" York casts forbidden Paladin Magic. The blood turns black and begins going up and hovering in the air. Just then, They turn so thin and razor sharp that they cannot be seen. They angle, then launch at Levon.

Levon didn't do it, But the Angel Slayer instead controlled itself, using Levon. The Angel Slayer began slicing the Blood Razors out of the air, York turns and continues beating on the wall, which is starting to blow out. Levon cuts the last razor out of the air and then drives his sword at York, who full-body slams against the wall, blasting the metal out and sending York through it, tumbling down a small incline.

Crimson, in the Goliath Leviathan Siege Destroyer aims, then burns down the wall between him, York and Levon. York quickly gets up, then looks at the Siege Destroyer. "Oh... Fuck..." He said. Suddenly. A red laser launches across the Fortress and slams against York, Who begins channeling his already depleted energy to create a orange energy beam that collides with the Siege Destroyer's red laser. The orange energy begins pushing the Siege Burner Laser back, but begins weakening, As York is now entirely spent. He sends the last of his energy in one go, and creates a Anti-Matter Backlash wave that blasts York into the ground and acts like fire climbing up a gas-cans steady stream, all the way to the Siege Destroyer. Suddenly, A bioplasmatic nuclear explosion is seen from the Siege Destroyer.

"CRIMSON! NO, GOD DAMNIT!" Levon yells as he grabs York off of the ground. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" He yells and begins beating York across the face with the hilt of the Angel Slayer, So much so, that York's helmet comes off and falls down. York's one blind eye stares into Levon's completely blind eyes.

"Brother Levon... Why did you give up your sight?" York asks.

Levon stops beating him, then sighs. "Sight... Your eyes... The images they create. They are lies. They are inaccurate. Untruthful. I gave up seeing for the third eye... One that is never seen, but sees all." Levon answered. He throws York into the ground and raises the Angel Slayer.

"... Levon. You can't do it. I already feel it in you. You haven't the ability to kill your brother." The Angel Slayer spoke.

"... York... Is NOT my brother. He is the closest thing I have to a brother. That is why I call him Brother. I could never kill my brother... But I can't NOT kill the demon that my brother has become." Levon says, Then swings. York rolls to the side, then grabs Levon's arm and disarms him, Taking the Angel Slayer. Looking as if he had won the battle, York brings the sword down on Levon. Before it hits him, The sword begins falling into particles, and reforming itself in Levon's hands. "Nice try, York." He follows up by punching York against the side of his head.

York stumbles back and picks up a hunk of debris, throwing it at Levon, Who cuts the rock into nothing but sand in what SEEMED like a single swing. "York! Your soul be put to rest, I grant you peace!" Levon grabs him and under-thrusts his sword at York.

AND WOULDN'T YOU FUCKING KNOW IT, A Bloodhawk is hit with a SAM missile. As it comes down, Levon is about ready to spill York's guts, when the Bloodhawk crashes into the Central Command, and the very VERY Tip of the wing takes Levon out.

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If you JUST got here, Go BACK two, And read from there, or this will make NO fucking sense at all. If you have already been reading, You can conclude this: Levon's reincarnation is near death, bleeding out and going dark. His eyes are closing, no matter how hard he forces them to stay open... He is dying. The only strength that was pushing him foward was his absolute need to save Mackenzie, Former Angel of The Unknown Element. But that can only go so far...

Levon lies against a set of iron braces on a staircase, oozing blood like a mofo. The only thing he can think is how much he has gone through, and how he couldn't keep going. So close to his goal, so close to salvation, yet it was yanked from him. What could possibly save him? What could possibly muster him the strength to keep going?

What could give him that last bit that he needed to at least accomplish his job?

Nothing...

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Levon, bleeding out, looked up, his eyes going blurry, covering with blood and then closing, then snapping open in his attempt to stay alive. In front of him was the shadow of his death. A picture of why he was here.

"Get up, you piece of SHIT! You could kill two Dark Angels, but you can't save ONE girl?! PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A FUCKWIT OF A HUMAN!" Yelled Nothing, Angel of The End. "Get off your dead ass and fucking GO! Kill this guy! KILL HIM!" Said the most hated voice that could ever be heard. "You've hunted this man ALL YOUR LIFE! And yet he gains! What the fuck is wrong with you? GET UP YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SHIT!"

"I don't know who you are... get away from me..." Levon said in a weakened voice.

"Oh. My. GOD! Did you fucking beg for me to LEAVE?! Oh, That's fucking rich! Get off your stupid ass, pick up your FUCKING GUN! And go shoot this fucker! You died for this, you asshole! SO GO GET HIM!" Said the Dark Angel.

Levon laid against the metal bars, his eyes blurring, then focusing. "... I can..." He said. "I can...t do it..."

"Oh, GIVE ME A BREAK!" The Dark Angel Shouted. He grabbed Levon by the neck and lifted him up, holding him till he is almost off his feet. "GET OFF YOUR LAZY, SORRY ASS AND GET GOING!"

"FREEZE!" Said a guard. He had walked into the room to see Levon strangling himself, almost lifted off of his feet.

Levon released his own neck, and almost fell back down, but refused. "What... Was that?" Levon asked. His hand darted to his pistol, lifted it up and shot once.

The guard shot his gun at the same time, just once. A LOUD tink is heard, then a couple tinkles. Levon looked at the guard for a moment. "Timeout!"

The guard nodded. "Yeah, Timeout."

They walk close to each other and looked around the area. "What the fuck?" Levon said.

"I dunno. Maybe I shot your bullet out of the air?" The Guard said.

"No, I shot YOUR bullet out of the air." Levon said.

"No, I did!" The guard shouted.

"I DID, TIME IN!" Levon shouted as he unloaded a magazine into the guard. Watching the Guard fall over dead, he thought for a moment. "That was... childish as fuck?" Levon said in confusion of what just happened. Searching the guard, he found multiple magazines of ammo for his pistol. He went to the spot where he was bleeding out, swung around the metal bars and jumped down the stairs. When he landed, wounds opened up everywhere, bleeding heavily, but he didn't care. He continued going down the stairs, jumping down the steps and landing hard enough to squeeze blood all over the floor.

"Shhk Shhk!" Went hundred of Alloy Cannon Shotguns.

"... Fuckberries." Levon said. Baxton was in the background, smiling. "I thought you'd make it. It took you a while, but I was sure you'd be here. Well, Not anymore, once I give the order, You will be a cloud of red mist." Baxton said.

Levon thought for a moment on what he could do, but before he could think, The Dark Angel came walking down the steps, dashed into the crowd, cutting up soldiers with his claws, blood spraying everywhere and drenching the walls, other soldiers and even Baxton a little. The Dark Angel looked at Levon, winked then disapeared. Suddenly, Levon was standing where the Dark Angel was, his fingers were dripping with the blood of the soldiers and his finger nails where 5 inches long, black and growing backwards, back to regular human nails.

And this all happened within a 5 second time frame.

"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED! SHOOT! FIRE! KILL HIM! KILL HIM DAMNIT! FIRE!" Baxton yelled as he fled the scene.

All his soldiers who had Alloy Cannon Shotguns began firing, blasting massive holes in the room, giving perfect cover for Levon to hide. Dashing over to the cover he had, he stayed behind it, firing around the hole in the wall at the soldiers, getting a few lucky kills.

He jumps out into the open and dives towards the people with shotguns of fucking DOOM, greatest plan ever! He kicks one of them so hard in the head that their skull EXPLODED, knee'd the gun out of his hand before the body fell and caught it. He cocks the shotgun and aims, blasting down the last men remaining, being sprayed with a thick player of blood each and every time. He gets to the last man, aims and before he can shoot, the gun explodes from his hand and the enemy cocks his shotgun - lucky shot, he could have died. He goes darting away and stumbled over a chunk of body, dropping his pistol and trying to find cover.

BLAM!

"AUUGGGHH!!!"

"???" Levon turned around and saw that his pistol misfired and kill the man. "Damnit, I thought I was gonna get to kill him cooly..." Levon said. He collected some ammo for the Alloy Cannons, took one and collected his pistol. He goes running into the next room, a whole bunch of traps spring, but he is too fast and doesn't give enough of a fuck for them to work.

Somebody comes from around a corner with a shotgun pressed against Levon's cheekbone and fires. His body is shoved over and falls against the ground, where he writhes in pain. The person cocks his shotgun. "Target Eliminated."

Levon got up, wondering how he was still alive and shocked at how he was - the Alloy Cannon had no alloys - it was straight up Blasting Powder. Levon couldn't breathe. He sucked and sucked, and finally his lungs filled with air with a loud gasping sound. The man points his Alloy Cannon at Levon, goes to pull the trigger, and the gun explodes in his hands, blowing them to bits and shreading the front of his face off.

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Levon rounds the corner, knowing he is close to his objected. He pulls out his pistol, which while it was against the floor when it misfired and shot the person who would have killed him, the floor kept the bullet from coming out of the chamber- it was jammed. He pulls the chamber back and the bullet comes flying out. Suddenly, he falls over, his vision goes white and he goes deaf.

The bullet casing lands in the chamber of the Alloy Cannon.

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Now.

"Ugh... I can't hear." He says loudly. He goes stumbling to pick up his pistol, which he dropped when he was blasted by the Alloy Cannon and he goes running further.

"I knew I would eventually find something like this while I was down here." Levon said as he came to a halt. A BIG, FUCKING MASSIVE, HULKING BEAST was tied to a wall, screeching loud enough to burst an ear drum. It was black, at least 25 feet tall, 4 feet wide and had insanely large claws which were leaking lava. It was covered in armor plating across the entirety of it's body, the floor all around it was drenched in a thick layer of blood. It was yanking at the chains that teathered it to the wall - which was starting to break and come loose. As it yelled at him, over and over again, he could see that hundreds of body parts littered its mouth.

The monstrosity slams against the end of his chain, trying to get at Levon, breaking the huge chains that teathered it in place. Eventually, the wall caved in and collapsed under pressure. The monster goes dashing and running at Levon, screaming fiendishly and spraying blood all over the ground from the bodies in its mouth. As it arrives near Levon, it goes to jump in the air and pounce on him.

"I AM NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD FOR THIS BULLSHIT! SIT THE FUCK DOWN, BOY!" Levon screamed and yelled at the top of his lungs, loud enough that the bullets in his pistol rattled and almost went off.

The monster screeches to a halt, yipes at Levon and then goes running into the corner, shaking and shivering.

"... For fucks sake..." Levon says as he goes walking past the monster and into another room.

As he walks in, four people start spraying Gauss Miniguns at him. He evaluates the room: Trilicidium Tables all the way across the room, and they are mounted behind a fort of these indestructible tables; it was a matter of cover to cover moving. He rolls behind the first table, then the second, then the third. Suddenly, his stomach rumbles.

"DIE, MUTHAFUCKAH! WE HAVE NO END TO AMMO HERE, SO FEEL THE PAIN AS I RAIN BLOWS ON YOUR BRAIN!" One of the Blood Brothers yell.

Levon is making a Peanut Butter/Jelly Sandwich. Munch munch munch munch. He makes a couple more and throws them into the fort. The Blood Brothers stop shooting and start eating. Levon runs up to the table fort and climbs to the top.

"Ever heard that one about the first Blood Brothers to ever win a battle? Phhsss, Of course you haven't." Levon said as he blasted them all with the Alloy Cannon he saved.

He rolls over the Barricade and darts to the door behind it. As soon as he opens it, he is shot with an OLD, OLD Desert Eagle. Falling backwards, he hits the ground.

"Good evening, Levon." Said Baxton as he reloaded. Slamming the cartrige into the handle of the Eagle, then yanking back on the chamber. Aiming again, He points directly at Levon's head. "Goodbye, Dickhead..." He said as he started pulling the trigger. Levon kicks the door closed, hobbles up and jams Baxtons' arm in the door, till he hears a sickening snap.

He kicks the Desert Eagle out of his hand, picks it up and shoots Baxton's left hand, then shots the door. He puts his back to the door and slides against it, leaving a sickly, gut churning red paste on it as he slides down. Waiting for a moment, he inhales sharply before almost puking. A bit of brown comes from his throat, but he cuts it off and starts crying. Lifting his hand up to grab the door knob and turn it. He heard sharp sprinting as he yanked it open and started chasing him down.

"BAXTON!" He screams at the top of his lungs as he reaches a locked door at the end of a hallway. He beats his fist on the door, then hears the reason he is here. He heard Mackenzie scream. He starts beating against the door untill it is opened from the inside. Baxton stood with Mackenzies' throat in his left hand, blood damped down her shirt, and a M9 pistol to her head.

"An arrangement can be met-"

Levon pulls the trigger and shoots Baxton in the head. BLAM BLAM BLAM! He shot his arm with the gun, making sure he couldn't have a muscle spasm and kill Mackenzie. As Baxton fell over, Levon walked forward, leaving a large trail of blood behind him. He shot Baxtons' thumb off of Mackenzie's shoulder to keep him from dragging her down. When he arrived, he aimed at Baxtons' chest and shot. Repeatidly.

BLAM BAM BAN BANG BAM BLAM

He stopped and reloaded, then continued shooting Baxton's body, over and over and over again. He had gone through 7 magazines of 12 bullets.

"Each of those bullets is for every time you took something from me, even when I didn't have anything to take... Except I'm out of ammo. Otherwise, I don't think your body would be here. You lowlife, inhuman, slimey reptillian, bastard child mother FUCKER!" He yelled at Baxton's body.

Levon looked over at Mackenzie, Who was covering her eyes and crying... Not because she was beaten and held hostage, but that Levon didn't even wait for a clear shot. As soon as he came in, He killed Baxton. He could have shot her, and he probably wouldn't care. She was terrified of him.

Just then he felt the surge. The power that Angels had felt when they had first become one. Suddenly, a loud swirling sound is heard - Something was penetrating the Trilicidium floors and ceilings from when he was in that floor with the brute. Suddenly, a fragment launched from the floor and into the lockbox with the Angel Slayer.

The sword started reconscructing itself in Levons' hands, the shards melding together and cutting the lockbox to pieces. Around the sword, a sheath started to appear, covering it and fastening it to Levons' waist. It started glowing. BRIGHT.

Levon used to use the Angel Slayer, but after Jessica died, it had shattered, Leaving Ten-Thousand Purely Bitter Lies... Levon had replicated the sword by putting what was left of his soul into it and it could, for a short time, take form of The Angel Slayer. But it never truely was.

The Angel Slayer Hadn't been seen for years, and Levon never showed it's real power. But now that it is his, and he is whole again... He might truely know the Angel Slayers' true power. And all of his memories, Levon the Arch Angel, started flooding his mind. He closed his eyes tight and tried to focus on them, to get them to pass quicker.

Anger, hate, sorrow, loss, life, murder, love... Whatever happiness that the Arch Angel had been through... There was no memory of it. All he could think is "I understand why he killed himself... but how did he last so long?" Levon asked himself.

He looked at Mackenzie, stared into her eyes, then sighed. "We need to get out of-" vvvssszzzzzAAAA-BUUUUUUZZZZZSSSHHHH

"The fuck was that?!" Mackenzie squeeled.

The room got super hot, as though they were about to melt in their skins. Then, It got almost Absolute Zero cold.

"We need to leave, NOW!" Levon said as he grabbed Mackenzie and started running.

"What is that?" She asked.

"The territiary Weapon for The Red Cardamine, used in Delta Base Zero's to melt planets to their core, then cause the core to overload and turn the planet into a lava-hellhole." Levon said.

"Then why did it get so fucking cold?!" She said as the air in front of her started turning into very small ice shards and falling.

"It's a Null Void Laser Cannon. Even the third weapon system of the ship is classified-" Levon said as he slide on the ice that started covering the floor as they ran. He stumbled up and kept running. "But they told me they were gonna use the primary weapon." Levon said.

As they reached an emergancy elevator, they took it as far up as they could, but they didn't reach the surface.

bbbbvvvvvzzzzzAAAABBBBUUUUZZZZZSSSSHHHH

The elevator cables started melting from the heat, then shattered from hitting absolute zero instantly.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Levon shreaked as they were hit in the elevator, almost melting out of his own skin. As the cables snapped, he started yanking open the door - but he couldn't. His injuries were too great and his pain was too strong.

Mackenzie rushed to the elevator and started prying it apart. "Cmon!" She yelled.

As the door came all the way open, they jumped across the shaft and into the broken doors of an elevator boarding doorway. As they rolled through it, they came to a stop and opened a Fire Escape Staircase and sprinted up the stairs.

"Why is it doing that?!" She yelled.

"The Null Void Cannon generates a barrage of pinpoint percision lasers at one target location. First, it causes Ultra-Kelvin heat. Each Laser contails a Void Sphere, which causes Super-Absolute Zero, and freezes the Ultra-Kelvin heat. Guess what happens when something super fucking hot gets as cold as anything ever can? It explodes." He explained.

"That's how they destroy planets, isnt it?" She asked.

"Yeah. Hey, Listen to the radio."

"fffzzzhhhh ther base is being bombarded. Preparing Secondary Weapon. (Background.) Secondary weapon ready!"

"This is Admiral York. Fire secondary." York commanded.

Bmph.

"What was-"

Suddenly, the area had anti-gravity. Then, matter started disapearing in front of them. Atoms being destroyed and eaten.

"Anti matter cannon, discharged!" The radio yelled.

"Fire. Again." The Admiral ordered.

Bmph.

Antigravity effected the area again. Just then, They had breached the surface and saw that the base was almost inside out.

"... Finish up here. Fire Primary Weapon."

"Sir, That's against Galactic Code. We are NOT allowed to use the weapon. The entire Shadow Scythe Elite Mercenary Army will be disbanded, sir!"

"Quiet Down, Crimson... Fire Primary Weapon." The Admiral ordered again. Some wrestling was heard, then a gunshot.

"The Red Cardamine. Acsess Admiral Protocol: Loki. FIRE. PRIMARY. WEAPON!"

The Red Cardamine A.I. started talking.

"Override activated. Weapon charging up. 5 minutes till it is ready to fire."

The radio went silent.

"We need to get the fuck off of this rock, NOW!" Levon yelled at Mackenzie. They ran from the smoking crater that used to be the Blood Brother base and to the Spaceport.

"... That isn't funny, Levon. This is your escape vehicle?"

"Get in." Levon replied to Mackenzie.

They run to the side of a snail. A fucking SNAIL.

A FUCKING SNAIL.

Grapse this situation, Reader. They are getting inside of a snail vehicle.

They get on the shell, go underneath it and Levon goes to the cockpit. Suddenly, The Snail trans-fucking-forms and flies the fuck away from the planet.

"Firing Primary Cannon. Warp Jump initiated." The Red Cardamine A.I. said. Even from space, the inhabitants of the planet could hear the weapon being fired. Every single person on the planet went deft as they looked at the sky. A little red dot went through the air, penetrated the ground and kept going.

The Primary Weapon

Darkness. That's all that became of the planet. Suddenly, the planet started going black and began rippling. Holes formed all over the planet as it sucked into itself, being eaten by The Primary Weapon. As soon as the planet started devouring itself, The Red Cardamine warpjumped away.

The planet completely gone, a Black Hole was left in it's place. And it only became larger and larger. It never stopped growing. It enveloped the moon of the planet, then the next, and the last moon. Then it ate the next planet, its moons. Soon... It destroyed the entire solar system. As soon as it devoured everything in the solar system, the black hole snapped itself closed, then released a omegasonic supernova, a backlash wave that destroyed half of the galaxy. The rest of it was shoved in different directions, going all over the place.

The Red Cardamine: The Galaxy Devastator class Warship has earned its name.

In the Sanctuary of Order.

"Nothing... Why did you do it?"

"I had to... He is the Arch Angel..."

"But that's why we were trying to kill him!"

"You still don't understand, Destruction... I've done to him what I had to... And he hates me for it... But I've made him strong. I've taken everything he's ever had... and he's grown as strong as he possibly could- I never expected him to do what he did..."

"That's a lie. You knew what would happen."

"His 'Brother', The one named "York Dallas En Jorge"... He is crumbling and corrupting under Levon's mantle... York is the Arch Angel, But he was never meant to be... Levon was made for being the Arch Angel. However, York doesn't even know how to pass Angelhood."

"He will have to-"

"I'm sorry Levon..."

"You know he won't do it."

"He will have to... He will never see me as his brother... Or his savior... Or another Angel. He will always see me and feel a fire that has neverending fuel. But that is what he needs... He is too important to die. We NEED him. Remember what I said, Tokandos."

They both spoke together. "A world without Chaos... IS Chaos."

Back in Fortress "Oceans Bleed Unto The Skies"...

The fucking Snail-Ship lands in a nearby forest, as Levon and Mackenzie jump out, Levon falls to his knees, holding his head.

"God damnit! More memories!" He yelled. Mackenzie dropped next to him and held him. "It's alright... Let them pass."

"I need to get York..." He said as he stood up and began running for the Fortress.

Levon arrives at a gate, slams his fist on it and calls out the guard, Who comes forward. "What is your busi-" Levon reaches out, grabs the Shadow Scythe Elite and slams him against the fense. The Elite rebounds and then jumps the fense.

"This is Sergeant Mark, Calling in for backup at gate B-3!" He swings his arms at Levon, who grabs them and swings the Elite into the wall. The Elite rebounds, yanks his arm away and clocks Levon in the side of the head with his elbow, kicks him off his feet and goes to Pile-Drive him. Levon rolls out of the way just in time for the man to shatter his arm on the ground. Levon stands up and slams his fist into the Elite's head, knocking him out.

"Damnit, Why did I make my men so strong, I can barely take on one- but he called in for backup." He turns to Mackenzie. "Go back to the Snailmobile, You going will only slow me down." He commanded.

"... Alright, Levon."

Levon turns to the fense and climbs it, begining to run toward the huge walls around the Fortress. As soon as he passes the fense, Quad-Plant Cracker Cannons bombard at him. He watches where they aim and stops before they fire, throwing them off. As he gets near the walls, He is clothes lined by an Elite. Levon quickly recovers by making the clothesline into a back flip, then grabbed the Elites arm and slammed his right fist into the outside of the arm, breaking it inward, and then continuing to run for the wall.

In the main command.

"Admiral York, We have an intrusion. It's Levon, Sir." Talosus spoke.

"... Tell the men to back off a little. I want him here, But I don't want him to know." York responded.

Outside wall B-3.

Levon is blocked by a Lieutenant, a Private and a Lance Corperal.

"... Fuck, Three of them..." Levon said. So far, he noticed that the Shadow Scythe Elites haven't drawn their weapons, That they, too, are using leathal but non-deadly force. The Private and Corperal come at him first. Even the grunt, The Private, has advanced martial arts down to a cinch. Levon doesn't have room for offense, as he is having to defend- but he is getting tired. They are wearing him out before he can fight.

"What's my name, Nyugga's?!?!"

"... You know, I needed some assistance, But this is more of a nightmare." Levon said. Washington jumped down off of the wall and landed on the Lance Corperal, flattening him and breaking multiple bones. Levon and Wash begin quickly taking down the Private. As soon as the Private is out of the picture, the Lieutenant pops his knuckles, then enters the fray. He clotheslines Washington, then swings his leg at Levon, who grabs hit and spins him. The Lieutenant clocks Levon in the side of the head with his other foot while Washington grabs him by the head and slams his against the ground, knocking his ass out.

"Washington? You betrayed the Shadow Scythe Elites?" Levon asked.

"No. The Shadow Scythe Elites have betrayed you. Levon, you are the true Admiral." Washington replied. Just then, the walls' giant door opens, and Harbinger is on the other side. "Come on, Admiral Levon, We have a Fortress to siege."

Levon, Harbinger and Washingon make it past the first of five walls.

As they crossed the first gate, There was a civil war at hand. Levon-Loyal Shadow Scythe Elites battling York-Loyal Shadow Scythe Elites. Levon, Harbinger and Washington didn't stop to help, They ran for the second wall, which they found unguarded. They passed through the giant open gate to see a Goliath Leviathan Siege Crawler. One of the most powerful vehicles that Levon had hand designed. As Levon readied his rifle, he got prepared to leap out of the way of danger from the Siege Crawler.

Supprisingly, It aimed away from them and blasted the third wall open with a 550MM Annihilator round. "Admiral Levon, I'll carve a path for you!" The P.A. From the Crawler yelled.

"That sounded like-! Crimson! CRIMSON! Are you in there?" Levon yelled over the distance between the Siege Crawler and Levon.

"Yeah- Augh! Yeah, It's me. You seriously thought any mortal weapon could have taken me do-AUGH! Damnit! Wound split open again!" Crimson said over the P.A. Just then, The Siege Crawler activates its Omegasonic Cannon and launched a blastwave between them and the third gate, carving the way for Levon, Wash and Harby. After that, Crimson switched back to the Annihilator Round and blasted open the fourth wall.

"God damnit, Crimson, I love you." Levon said as he sprints toward the destroyed third wall and climbed
the rubble to get inside. As he got over, He saw one of his more trusted Officers. Talosus. He stood in a stance between them and the fourth wall.

"Well well well... Look who's back from the dead. Admiral Levon, How are you?" Talosus mocked.

"I'd be doing better if you moved." Levon said.

"Not gonna happen." Talosus cracked his knuckles.

"Washington, Harby. Get to the fourth wall... Talosus is mine." Levon ordered. As the two split off and run for the wall, Levon drops his rifle and gets ready for Hand-To-Hand with his trusted officer. "Yorks Corruption has reached you, Too, Hmm? Well then, I will grant you rest untill we can remove the corruption." Levon said.

Talosus sprints and builds momentum, then drops and slides against the ground, slamming his fist against the side of Levon's right leg. Levon drops, But carries his body weight down on Talosus, and he focuses his weight on one knee - Crushing it down onto Talosus' left arm and breaking it. This is followed by Talosus shoulder-butting Levon, knocking him over, then kicking him in the kidney. Levon jerks, then rolls away, Stands up and sweeps Talosus off his feet with his damaged right leg. Levon cringes and pulls his leg back, hobbling a bit when Talosus knocks his head on the ground from being toppled over.

"I am giving you a chance for you to wake up tomorrow without brain damage." Levon threatened.

"But who is going to have the brain damage?" Talosus lifts himself up, then swings his right arm at Levon, who grabs it, yanks it out of its shoulder socket, then slams it back in so hard that it reconnects and then severs a tendon, rendering the arm useless. Following this, Levon grabs a piece of debris and knocks Talosus upside his head, T.K.ing him the fuck out.

"Fourth wall, Here I come." Levon says as he picks up his rifle. He goes running forward, then stops to see Washington and Harbinger on their knees with guns to their heads. 4 men holding the guns.

"Surrender, Or we-"

"I don't have time for this shit." Levon said as he shoots all four of them at the exact same time in the leg. "Now get up guys, God... Such pains in the ass."

"Thanks for that." Harbinger said as they both got up and crossed the hole in the fourth wall. They looked back, down at the multiple walls, Seeing the utter anarchy that has erupted in Fortress 'Oceans Bleed Unto The Skies'. Brothers waging war to buy Levon time to reach York.

"Come on. Let's go." Levon said as he ran for the fifth wall. This one was also unguarded, and led directly into the Main Command. As they stepped inside, York turned and smiled behind the darkness of his visor.

"My... Isn't this just one big... Family reunion?" York said with the sound of Hell in his voice.

"York, You cannot continue to have the power of the Arch Angel any longer! It has corrupted you, blinded you. I know it is hard to hold all that power and not be able to use it... But you have to listen to me. Give it back to me, I will handle it." Levon reasoned.

"That's the thing, Levon... I CAN handle it... Like you never could. You killed yourself because you were too stressed over being an Angel- But guess what? I love it!" York bellowed.

"... Harbinger, Washington. Wait outside. This is the Battle of Brothers." Levon said. They nodded and walked outside.

"So, Brother... Let's dance, Shall we?"

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Fight scene, Incoming! Hahaha, Hope you guys don't mind listening to some music, Either. I have a song lined up for the fight between Levon and York. Ever wanted to know what York looked like if he had Arch Angel wings? Hahaha, Then follow along!

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If you didnt read the last one, This wont make a lick of sense... GO BACK ONE, EINSTEIN!

FOR THOSE WHO'VE BEEN READING!

Levon Krasiss Sindragosa - Acting Admiral of the Shadow Scythe Elite, creator of Shadows and Uncreation and Commander of Chaorruption. Arch Angel of The Sanctuary of Order, born of The Fathered Angel as his first creation. Devastatingly powerful Necromancer, Deathmancer, Pyromancer, Demonmancer, Devilmancer, Hellmancer, Purgamancer and Heavenmancer. Hierarch Paladin of the Gaelic order, the acting founder of the F.R.E.E.L.A.N.C.E.R. initiative.

Is dead.

Suicide, Matyrdom, Kamokazie. Whatever you call it, He did it to save you. YOU! He died for your sorry ass. Where Nothing, Tokandos and Krasiss were mentally destroying him, the human species rejected him as one of theirs - leaving him as a lone wolf. From this, he built up to be a great leader of the most powerful army known to mankind. He spent his whole life trying to make the universe a better place while its inhabitants were saying "Fuck You", and threw him to the wolves.

His Martyr was sucsessful. Killed Nothing and Tokandos at the same time and left the harmless, stupid one to be the last Evil Angel. Unbeknownst to York, he set many ways to be reincarnated - a few of which have already failed. York and Reincarnation of Levon's hopes and faith is starting to dwindle. It's becoming scarce. Then, Mackenzie calls Levon, tells him she is about to be kidnapped. He tells her to wait for them to take her, then yell out what they look like. With what he's heard, he goes after them in a rage-induced bloodlust.

This is where we left off...

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Levon draws his Firewall, loads and chambers a bullet, holsters. He unslings his TT-6000 Gauss Rifle and slams a cartrige into it, then the bullet is bolted foward. Slinging it around his shoulder, he pulls out a squeeky toy. "I'll be right back... There's some people I need to fuck up."

The girl leans back and starts trying to rest and regain any lost sleep from the previous week.

Levon goes to the outskirt of town where he'd expect something to show up and sure as a whistle, there's a Blood Brother Outpost.

... No the fuck there isnt on Shadow-Fucking-Scythe soil!

Levon hesitates though... He's only but a mortal man... He may have taken multiple men out before, but he had the element of supprise. If he gets close to that base, he's a goner. He starts moving back, then leaves the area - taking note that it's there. Instead, he starts heading back to the Office of Local Law Enforcement where he tormented a few men. A couple - a few - alot died. He goes up to the front of the building where he is met by a Captain in the Law Enforcement.

"Cool down, junior... This here is a crime scene..." The Captain speaks.

"What happened, exactly?" Levon asked, trying to see if they know it's him.

"Well, We got a bunch of dead bodies, but a man was found on the ground with a bunch of cards all over him - he was in shock. I think he might be pretending - trying to cover up something. He hasnt spoken a word about anybody... Completely understandable, seeing as there was 10 charring bodies around him. We recovered a few bullet casings, but they dont have serials... no remaining powder... Nothing." The Captain answered.

"Was his name Carrington by any chance?" Levon asked.

"Yeah, How'd you know?" The Captain asked.

"I met him a while back. Nice guy, Played cards with him once." Levon said dead seriously.

The Captain Thought: Damn... This kid has a hell of a poker face... I cant tell if he's lying or telling the truth... He must be trained in this sort of thing. In any case, I need to keep an eye on him. "Alright... Well... Name's Sirius. Captain Sirius." He introduced himself.

"Ah. Nice to meet you. I need to be going soon, I was hoping to see Carrington again before I did something stupid." Levon said.

"And what would that be?" The Captains interests were sparked.

"Something stupid..." Levon said.

Sirius: Damn that poker-face! Jesus, He's like a fucking master of deception. Keep your cool, I cant be hit with another Police Brutality again... "Alright. Well..." Oh... I have an idea... Invite him to dinner... See if I can crack him. "You seem like a great kid. Loaded for bare, but a real human on the inside. Why dont you join my family for dinner? I think my wife would love to have a boyo like you over for a while." Sirius said.

Levons thoughts: Yes... A way to get some information out of him. Let's see if I can accept this invite to dinner... See if I can crack him. "Alright, I havent eaten since I got here and I feel some huge jetlag... It'd be very nice if I could come over."

Sirius: Fuck yeah! I got him now. "Alright. We normally serve dinner at 5:00PM Standard Earth Time." The Captain smiled.

Levon: Fuck yeah! I got him now. "Cool, I'll be there about 4:45. Thank you, again, for having me over." Levon said as he dismissed the rest of the day, gone back to the hotel and hung out there while the abused girl slept. He left around 4:30 to a location Sirius sent to him. He goes there. Suburban house, not to fancy, not a caddyshack. It's actually kind of nice. He knocks on the door and checks his watch - 4:45.

"Oh! Come in, You must be the one that my husbend was talking about." Came a voice as the door opened. "We have dinner nearly made, Please, come in and sit down Mr...?"

"Levon... Levon will do fine. If you are feeling very generious, may I please have a glass of water?" Levon asked.

"Oh, of course. You seemed to have walked here, you must be very thirsty. I will be right back, Sirius JUST got home, He will be out of uniform and ready to converse after he gets his afternoon cup of coffee- speak of the devil!" As she said it, Sirius came out of a door to the right of the hallway.

He walked right past both of them without saying anything. Levon opened his mouth to talk, but was silenced with Sirius holding up his hand behind him - a sign to shut the fuck up from a person that becomes a professional killer if he doesnt get his coffee. Walking over to a Coffee Machine, he pulls out the pot, pulls out a cup, pours some Coffee into the cup, a few spoons of sugar, some ice cream, french vanilla and a small bit of milk. He takes a quick swig and looks at Levon.

During that time, She went to grab a cup of water for Levon, then came back and offered it. Levon accepted and drank it at the same time Sirius had a cup of coffee.

Sllooop. "... Ah! So glad you could join us!" His mood went from cold hearted motherfucker to cheerful happy friend that you'd play poker with every weekend. "Please, come, sit down. Cherice is making--- what for dinner?" He asked her.

Levon handed the glass of water to Cherice.

"Home made slop, ground up potato soup, with carrots, squash, beef tips and purple brocaflower!" She said.

"Oh my god, excuse my french, but that sounds freaking delicious." Levon said.

"Yeah, It's almost done, I was just about to put the last of the carrots in when you arrived, so I will be right-" And she started humming as she walked towards the kitchen.

"Nice woman, you are lucky." Levon complimented.

"Thank you. I am very lucky. Do you have anybody?" Sirius asked.

"Well... I had one. Lost her. Then another. Kidnapped. Never found her." Levon answered swiftly.

"Oh, Well... I dont mean to be an ass, but if you meant it, you would follow her to the ends of existance to find her." Sirius gave him some advice.

"Yeah..." Levon said as he thought about Mackenzie - and he did chase her to the ends of the known universe.

"Jax, Clementine!" Sirius called out.

Two little kids came running foward and jumped on their fathers legs. They were laughing and giggling uncontrollably, happy to see their dad, home and safe from work.

"Alright kids, set the table, Knifes, forks, spoons, napkins, drinks." He said as the kids ran off, getting all the stuff ready.

"And 2 beautiful young, healthy children. You have a good life." Levon said as he spotted something a little ways away. A small box with a unique white powder in it. Evidance, and something to hold against him. He's a drug addict.

Sirius stared at Levon, and noted that his rifle seems to have been used. Alot. His Firewall has some residue. He's killed a few people, but he doesnt have evidance. Something to mark him for.

The table is set, the kids are seated, and the wife is serving food. Levon sits down at the table and has a very kind face on. Demonically poker-faced to look happy. Nobody could tell if he meant it or not.

The wife came over and asked the deadly question. "So... Why are you here?" She asked in a curious voice.

"... I'm here after some people who took something dear from me. I've already made alot of them pay greatly for it, and I'm after the last few people." This made Sirius go stiff, staring at Levon. Perfect... I now know he is linked to it.

"Gotta use the bathroom!" The kids said at the same time.

"... Sirius. You are involved." Levon said.

"It's like I fucking care. It doesnt matter where my money comes from, as long as I get it. I dont care about you or the bitch I sold out." He said. His wife started becoming very scared, asking frantic, unintelligently phrased questions of what Levon meant.

"So your kids dont know you snort blow, and they dont know you are a slave prostitutioner? Sad. And apearantly, you wife didnt know either.

"I DONT CARE! I have a good life. I have a job where I dont do shit and get paid, I have a wife, 2 kids and a constant supply of my white that I would sell everything, even my WIFE for!" The man said. So much criminal evidance that the Hulk looked guilt-free.

Levon pulled out his Firewall and aimed it at Sirius' head. "Where. Is. She?" Levon said with a cold, dead face.

"What makes you think I give a fuck if I die? My family gets 4 million credits in life insurance... You'd be doing us a favour, motherfucker!" He said.

Sirius' children come running from the bathroom, giggly and squeeling at each other.

"Really?" Levon asked as he put it away and pulled out the TT-6000 Gauss Rifle, aimed and fired.

Sirius' wife falls over, screaming in pain. A bullet entered her arm, went out the back and almost barely didnt take the damn thing with it.

"CHERICE! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" He jumps up and runs over to her.

"I'll finish her off, then the kids, and leave you with what you left me - NOTHING!" He yells.

"... A man... Red man... Blood Brother Leader. General Baxton, he called himself. That's all I know. I dont pay attention to that shit, my job is to look the other way... get out of my house." Sirius said.

"... Apologize to your wife for me." Levon said as he walked past the children who were covered in their mothers blood. He looks back at Sirius who is helping Cherice back up.

"Hey!" Levon called.

"WHAT THE FUCK MORE DO YOU WANT?!" Sirius answered.

"Why so sirius?" Joker-face.

With that, he left.

"General Lifetaker Baxton... MotherFUCKER!" Levon yelled at the top of his lungs when he got close to a boating dock that was nearby.

He takes some time to collect his thoughts: A man that destroyed his life - over and over and over again - has just apeared on the radar, AND NOT ONLY THIS! He is holding his heart hostage once again. He is in a flying rage that he cannot release. He needs a friend on the inside... Crimson.

A few hours later.

"No, I'm serious... I don't know who the fuck Levon is, but I know you." Levon said.

"I heard he died, but you have his name... You need a name change, bro. You can't be as cool as him." The man on the other side of the communication ACP said.

"Ok, Listen. York told me Levon did a mission with you, and for some reason, I remember you. I keep getting memories from this fucking sword. They aren't good memories. They consist of him losing everything. Even when he doesn't have anything to take - he still loses everything and more. It's sad." Levon said.

"I see. Listen. I'll come out there - but you need to answer this: Why me?" The man asked.

"Because you used to be a Blood Brother before you came to the Shadow Scythe Elites, I need you to be a Blood Brother again for 24 hours." Levon said.

"Ok, Just provide 30 women an hour to rape, 400 innocents a minute to shoot and let me shit wherever I want - I'll act like ONE Blood Brother." The man bashed.

"No. I just need you to pull out your old armor, old gun, go into this outpost and get layout details, numbers, guns, bullets, how many urinals are in the bathrooms, and if they huff rocket fuel." Levon explained.

"They probably do that last part." The man said. "By the way. M'name's Crimson." Then he hung up.

Hours later...

Crimson steps off the Bloodhawk, with a squad of Shadow Scythe Elites dressed up as Blood Brothers. Instantly, they vanish. POOF, Motherfucker! They disafucking peared. Crimson smiled behind his Shadow Devastatorling visor. "They are the ones getting you the information - I'm going to be the one who silently sits back and helps you take down that treasonous, demonic, soul-less bastard excuse for a human being." Crimson swore.

"I didn't want to bring too many people into this..." Levon said.

"Don't worry. This is a classified op - even to Admiral Levon Krasiss Sindragosa. You aren't to speak a single word about this - even he didn't know they existed. Their called "Death Whisperers", named after Levon's ability to hear the people around him about to die - he could hear things, see things nobody else could. He could also kill the source of these whispers, known as "Death Whisperers". When he did it, he could save people... But there are so many whispers that he cannot save all of them - he let them flow as they wished on one circumstance: They only kill people due to natural causes. They would follow him, no matter where he went... This could only mean one thing." Crimson explained.

"... Death followed him - everywhere he went." Levon said in sorrow, as more memories return to him. Memories of the Death Whisperer's telling him that his loved one's will die, and there's nothing he could do about it.

"I promise on my life, Levon, That I will help you find Mackenzie. She was the only thing that kept Levon going after Jessica died. I will honor his memory." Crimson said.

"Thank you... I need the information on the Blood Brother outpost before I continue..." Levon said.

"You already have it..." Crimson says as the people who disapeared re-apear in front of him.

"Death Whisperers reporting in." They all said at once. One of them handed a chip to Crimson, who downloaded it onto a PDA and looked at it for a moment. "This is... no... outpost... This is the Hidden Blood Brother Secondary Main Fortress We've been looking for it for since "The Betrayel". Fortress 'Ungodly Punishment." Crimson said in shock. "Levon, I'm calling York, I'm calling the entire Shadow Scythe Elite fleet. These guys drove Levon into the deepest depths of insanity that ever existed, then further." Crimson said.

"DON'T YOU DARE! THIS IS MY FIGHT!" Levon shouted at Crimson.

Crimson stopped and looked at him, appauled. "Are you standing up to the Commander of the Shadow Scythe Elites, Warrent Captain?!" He shouted at Levon, who wouldn't take any of it.

"I don't care who the fuck you are, I don't care how high your rank is - it's just a name, So give me one reason I shouldn't kick your ass so hard that my foot will have a new, permanent addition to it?" Levon threatened.

"Because you are outnumbered." Crimson said.

"Alright! Stop this!" One of the Death Whisperers said as it took off it's helmet.

"... CRIMSON YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Levon yelled as he hauled back and slammed Crimson so hard in the face that the sonic barrier was broken and it sent Crimson back a few yards. "YOU CONSCRIPTED SARA, THE MEDIC, INTO THIS FUCKING PROGRAM?!" Levon yelled.

"I signed up. I knew their job was to take the Blood Brothers down from the inside... I knew what I was getting into - and I'm fine so far. Levon, don't be angry." Sara, Jessica's sister, said.

"..." Levon was silenced, staring at Crimson, who was just now getting up. "You stay out of this - or I will kill you. I promise to Everything, I will kill you." Levon death-threated.

"LOOK AT YOU, LEVON! Look at what you've become... You're become the same thing he became. A rotting pile of sorrow and anger aimed in no particular direction... You've become self-destructive... You've become... hazardous to anybody around you." Crimson damned Levon.

"Look into my eyes, Crimson. What do you see? Do you see the void? Do you see emptiness? Do you see the death of me already in place? Do you see Levon? I am going to save Mackenzie, without your help. I don't care about ANY of you. I need her back..." Levon said, so many memories rapdily flashing through his mind, ripping him apart from the inside out, then rebuilding him, making him a whole new person every second.

"... Go then. We won't follow. We won't help..." Crimson said as he stepped back into the Bloodhawk, the Death Whisperers following him. Levon's, and his own.

"You hate him, don't you?" Sara asked.

"No... He needed to find his absolute determination... He gave up when I got there, if you couldn't tell. I just needed to give him the last push he needed to become the greatest man who every lived - once again. A man who gave all and more, and never got anything back - The man we need... We need The Admiral back..." Crimson said.

Levon walked away from the site as information from Sara's visor. "Thank you..." Levon blessed as he started walking towards the Blood Brother base - He's being reawoken.

The Outpost came into sight, he started going into a full out dash at it.

Two Planet Cracker Turrets turned toward him and started barraging at him. Levon pulled out his pistol - SLOW MOTION!

750MM Planet Cracker Shell barreling at him at 50 miles per second, Levon pulling his pistol out at 20000 RPM's, the shell is now 20 feet from him. He has his pistol aimed and pulls the trigger. A huge blast of flames explodes around him as he slams against the wall of the Outpost, then starts climbing up the metal walls with his bare hands, slamming his fist into the metal walls - causing the knuckles to bleed, and he lifts himself up. he reaches the top and jumps on a Planet Cracker Turret and waits for the other one to aim at him.

vvvvVVVWWAAA-SLABAM!

Levon was gone. The turret was too.

Levon is standing on the second turret. "This looks important..." Levon said as he jams his hand down into the turret casing, and pulls the barrel out of place. Another round loads into place as the Turret primes it, and the whole thing explodes. Levon is walking away as it explodes. He walks past a corner, holds his pistol to his left and roasts 10 men behind it, pulls back the chamber and let the expended shell fly loose.

And he didn't looking away from his objective to do it.

He goes running into the Outpost Elevator, shoots the bottom out and jumps through the hole. He is now free falling. He waits till he is near the bottom to shoot his pistol straight down and to the right - the shear force of the pistol stops him from moving, and makes him land in the open door of the 3rd floor. He stands up, dusts himself off, and starts walking foward in a hallway. He pulls out his rifle, and shoots 10 doors, each time, a yelp of pain was heard. Reloading his rifle, he keeps walking to the fire-staircase. As soon as he gets a few yards from it, a big mother-fucker comes out of it.

"Oh, son of a bitch..." Levon said as he shoots out a door to his left with the Firewall and jumps into it. He didn't see what did it, but a sound of something spinning and revving up was heard as he shot the door out, then hundreds of bullets were sprayed as he rolled into the room.

"C'mon Levon... Think..." He said, assessing the situation. There's a bigass motherfucker outside with a big gun that needs to be revved up to fire. Either chaingun or minigun. From what he saw, the guy was layed over and over and over again except for his head, hands and crotch.

Vvvvvv-criggle-cringle-crangle- SHHHHHVVVVSHHHHH!

"FUCKING HELL!" Levon yelled as he stood next to a wall and waited for the bullets that were being shot at him to shread the wall, then he busted it down and ran. It's all he could do right now, till he ran through two other rooms and stopped...

"Armory" It had a bunch of lines drawn through it. Below it was written "stuf we us 2 shut shit".

"This is the most prime example of the average Blood Brother's mental capacity I've seen yet..." Levon said as he stopped and waited for the Incredible Hulk to come to him.

Bmm... Bmm... BMM... BMM...

"Smile, Sunshine!" He yelled. Unhooking a Fision Grenade, he throws it in the room and clogs his ears.

The Fision grenade pulls the room towards it, creating a reverse gravity field in the center of the room, then releases an explosion that sets off all the ammo, grenades, bombs, missiles and warheads in the room. Levon was thrown away as the wall vaporized.

"I TOLD YOU TO SMILE!" Levon said in a victorious boasting voice, then a familiar sound was heard.

Vvvvvvv-Criggle-Criggle-VVVSHHHHHHHHH!

A bullet enters Levon's right leg, goes out the back and takes a chunk of bone with him. Yelling as he falls to the ground, he grabs his leg and tries to clog the bleeding and figure out what the fuck just happened.

He nuked him. He nuked the HELL out of this guy! How is he still alive?!

The Steroid Junky Incredible Hulk starts walking out of a flaming room, after a few steps, he sets his foot down in a magazine as it sets off and explodes - this doesnt effect him at all.

Levon stood up all wobbly and starts limping awake quickly. He slides behind a wall and starts to cry. He thought he was gonna die. He leans his head back against the wall as the chest he was carrying - broken from the Fision Grenade's explosion, opens and lets pieces of the Angel Slayer rain over the floor beside him. He starting crying louder, eventually moaning... He was so close! So close to getting her back - So close to saving himself... So close to remembering...

He was almost there...

The huge motherfucker steps slowly around the corner, the Minigun spinning up. He steps on the shards of the Angel Slayer - which more and more had fused together since he talked to Crimson. They are making larger chunks. It can be seen that one of the shards entered the heavily armored combat boot that the Hulk was wearing as though it was a Plasma Injector Knife through warm butter.

Levon looked at the man, looked down, scrambled to his working leg, grabbed the largest piece of the Angel Slayer he could fined, and dove upward at the man.

Blood Splattered all over Levon, all over the Hulk and all over the room. His leg was already pouring a trail of blood behind him, and now he is covered in a ton of it. "I wonder what my tombstone will say?" Levon thought...

Then he was crushed.

The huge minigun brandishing motherfucker's armor, which a Fision Grenade couldn't destroy, was penetrated and cut through by a shard from a broke-ass sword. Levon tried his hardest to lift the Hulk off of him, but he couldn't manage... The big ass guy was too heavy for him.

But something else lifted it off of him and threw it aside.

"I'm always watching..." Sheohalrag, the Angel of Guardianship stated, then vanished.

Levon's arms were hurting - He actually lifted the inhuman steroid addict off of himself. The vision of the Angel of Guardianship confused him, but he started limping back to the mess of broken sword pieces. After gathering as many of the pieces as possible, he puts them in the chest, then bangs it together till it won't open anymore. He limped foward toward the door he was originally heading for.

"I think I heard Gelo coming back!" A bunch of Blood Brothers said. "I told you that this kid couldn't beat that Steroid Junky!"

The door hisses as it slides open to show Levon standing there, his head angled down and his Firewall aimed foward. "If you don't have medical supplies, you need to get the fuck out of my way..." He huffed, grinding his teeth to not sound weak - his leg was hindering his ability to keep cool.

The whole room of Blood Brothers scattered away and ran for any exits they knew.

"... Unfortunate..." Levon said as he hobbled into the room, leaving a thick trail of blood behind him. Somewhere in the trail was a small shard of the Angel Slayer, A small shard that he couldn't seem to find. He shimmied it on over to a security station and started looking over the cameras. All but one was on. That's the one he needed to go. "Floor -50, Room 2, Restroom." It said. He shot the computer system with his Firewall. Blam-Shing-Shing! It yelled as it fired, chambered back, chambered foward. "I'm coming... Dick-cheese..." He said as he hobbled his way to an elevator made specifically for the remaining 3 floors he had to cover. He enters, pushes -50. He releases a sigh that shows he is tiring... He is on the edge of collapsing, but he is still going to push foward.

Ding! Blam-Shing-Shing-Blam-Shing-Shing!

"Do I look interested...?" Levon asked as 20 smoking corpses fell to the ground and he walked out of the elevator into a room that started to smell like rotting flesh. He was now out of Firewall ammo. He looked at the dead bodies and scavenged a few hundreds rounds for a pistol that he and none of them didn't have... AUGHT! The last one he checked did.

Slamming the cartrige inside the pistol, it makes a click, then breaks down and turns to scrap parts.

"... They have to deal with these cheap pieces of shit? Oh my god- HOW ARE THEY WINNING THIS WAR?!" Levon shouted. He started hobbling over to a door to a large room. Popping it open a little, he was hit with a barrage of 9MM bullets from a bunch of submachine guns. The door took the most of the brunt from the bullets, but he still fell against the door in pain that he couldn't feel. Breaking the door on his way down, he collapses to the floor and his vision goes out.

"WAKE UP, DAMNIT!" He heard, then he was punched in the stomach.

He spits up a glob of esophogus acids and coughs.

"Fuck it. Go ahead, use Insta-Clot on him. That'll wake him up... Motherfucker." The voice said. It was familiar.

Suddenly, a powder was poured all over him - suddenly, his wounds all close and burn with intense pain that feels like he's been shoved in lava. "FUUUUUCK! AUUUUUHHHAHAHA!" He yells as he has a clotting solution poured all over him.

"Ok. Now I think we have his attention..." The voice said.

He tries tugging away, but he cant - He's hanging from the ceiling on something. His hands are tied to a steam-pipe.

"Turn it on just a little." The voice said. Suddenly, the pipe starts becoming warm.

"My-my-my-my... The reincarnation of Archangel Admiral Levon Krasiss Sindragosa, The Betrayed. This is exciting to see you. I've actually been wanting to meet you for a while-see... I hated Levon. He wasn't going to nuke a planet I had told him to, and instead, he cleared the planet of a bunch of terrorists without casualties. If he used my plan, we could have gone home sooner, but no... He had to do things his way. So, you see... You are a beacon for him to come back, and I hated him."

"We have a mutual problem..." The voice said.

"I don't care... When is Mackenzie? Where is she..." He says as his eyes barely slit open.

"Oh, Don't worry. I bought her out of the slaver's hands. She's mine now. Detained. I'll visit her after I'm done with you." The voice said. Where it was coming from was a man in bright, glowing red armor that had 5 stars going across both of his shoulders, and multiple medals for innocents killed in a set amount of time.

"Turn the pipe all the way up. Set an alarm for 2 hours, then come back and shoot him in the head." General "Lifetaker' Thomas Baxton said.

Levon's eyes glarred at Baxton, a rage he had never before felt in his life had started blazing through his very blood. A feeling that a person would get when he sees his goal within sight, then it's yanked away faster than a carrot on a stick. He felt this way before... His past life did. A memory of a monster flashes across his eyes. Memories of a monster, of a creature that would bring the wrath of the Doom Reaver's Terrance across this world, turn it to flames, then return to being a normal man - He was the man.

The Were-Dracopyre.

The pipe starts getting hotter and hotter, getting to the point that he almost couldn't stand the heat. He started struggling, then a guy comes over to hit him to make him stop. He grabs the man between his legs, snaps his neck and throws him aside. The man's gun, which was in his pants, discharges, comes loose, aims up and discharges again.

The bullet hits the pipe and steam starts breaking loose. Another man aims down his iron sights at Levon with his rifle to shoot Levon in the head, and the pipe breaks, sending super hot steam into his eyes and against his skin.

Levon falls from the ceiling, slamming the robe against the mans throat and throws him over the rail of a nearby staircase. The rope ties around the mans neck and starts stretching. Suddenly, the dangling man kicks hard and yanks his neck till it breaks and Levon's ropes snaps his wrist upside down and slides off. Levon yells, turns away and slides against the rail, kicking his legs and howling in pain. He is incapacitated for minutes, crying and whining in pain.

Cmon, Levon... You've been through worse, you just can't remember... Stand up, damnit. CMON! I HAVE TO STAND UP!

Try as he might, he could not motivate himself to move. He was stuck there on his bodies accord...

His phone started ringing.

"Phone. Voice Recognition, Answer, Speaker, Max Volume..." Levon said in pain.
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"Mackenzie, You poor soul... It is so sad to see you like this, but the friend of my enemy is my friend- I MEAN! Enemy! Fuck!" Baxton swares.

"Even your own words hate you..." Mackenzie blurts.

A sharp slap across her mouth comes from an armored glove. "Ah, Shut up... You ain't worth talking to or about. Levon will be dead soon, and everything you had to make him have for you to have you... wait... what the fuck am I saying?" He struggles to come up with the words he needs to say. "... You'll be worthless and nobody will know you existstststs." Baxton says, sounding out the word.

"Jesus, Just say what you want to say and get it the fuck over with... And obviously, You don't know Levon... Just wait 5 minutes for a knock on the door." She said with a deep grin, trying to get herself out of the bonds that Baxton has on her.

"There'll be no knock..."
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"Who... is... it..." Levon sounded out the words in anguishing pain.

"This is York Dallas En Jorge inbound with The Red Cardamine to begin a planetary bombardment on the co-ords Bravo 5 and Charlie 4 to kick the Blood Brothers right in their collective pussehs!" York said.

"Woah... Wait! YORK! I said not to come here!" Levon shouted at his phone.

"Yes, but the orders of the N.C.O.I.C. overrule yours, Warrent Officer. Planetary Bombardment happens in 15 minutes. You better have her by then. And we have authorization to use... "it"..." York says.

"York... Don't you fucking dare use "it", Or I will have you detained by marshal law and taken into custody, stripped of rank and dishonourably discharged for deliberately ignoring Galactic Code." Levon threatened.

"Don't talk Galactic Code to me, Levon. This is the Blood Brother base that we've all worked our finger to the bones to find... Galactic Code means nothing to either of us, Levon. We'll use "It" after you are evac'd." York damns the planet.

"I hope you burn it to hell, and me with it..." Levon said as he turned off the phone and his vision started going dark.

"No... Not yet. I can't bleed out yet... I can't. I... Cant..."
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As you may already know, Levon martyred himself to kill Nothing and Tokandos FOREVER. It's done, They're gone. The Angels would have been in disarray and kill all life in the Universe if Levon didnt have a revelation. The Arch Angel could pass it's crown to a chosen person that is strong enough to bare it.

Levon chose York. See, York had been with Levon, far before the creation of the SoLar system. York had to watch all the problems, all the loss, the pain for no gain. He learned from Levon and both of them didnt know that Levon was actually training York to be the next Arch Angel. Levon is dead now, but there is hope. The Angel Slayer.

Levon's soul was poured into the Angel Slayer, his most favoured sword. When Levon drew his sword, he was wielding Ten-Thousand Purely Bitter Lies. If he wasnt, it was a boot-legged version of the Angel Slayer. Years ago, A loved one of Levon's died in his arms. She asked him a question that destroyed his heart and soul. His soul shattered, and his sword exploded when he returned home. Ever since, he was never the same.

The Angel Slayer's location is unknown. Levon hid it somewhere and must have left a bread crumb trail. But for now, Let's see what Levon's possible reincarnation is up to.

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"-That's when I combat rolled backwards, pulled out my TT-6000 Rifle, and blasted the hell out of that dude! I got him right in duh fawking dome!" The boy yelled as he laughed. A few people around him started laughing as well. Suddenly, the boy drifted in one direction, then another. He was starting to go unconcious, but he refused to black out. Stumbling towards a wall, he slides against it to keep from falling over.

Be-Da-De-Da-De-Da-De-Da-Deep!

"Hmm?" The boy started getting tunnel vision as he looked at his TIE-phone, which was neatly tied wround his neck. He lifts it up and looks at it, unclips it and puts it up to his ear when he had a memory flash.
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"Mackenzie, I'm so fucking sorry!" Levon shouted at the top of his lungs as a massive surge of energy shot from him and into the Fallen Angel of The Unknown Element.
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"Sindragosa Residence, Levon speaking, how may I direct your--" The boy was cut off.

"Levon! Thank god, Please help me!" A female voice came through.

"Wait, hold on, who is this, how do you know me and what's the matter?" The boy asked.

"Levon, I remember you from when you returned me home to the swamp with my brother, Luke." The girl said.
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"Levon... you can erase my memory... but just promise you'll still be my friend after, ok?" Mackenzie asked.

Levon couldnt see her, EVER, after he erases her memory, or else very bad things could go wrong.

"... I promise. I'll be here for you." Levon said.
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"Mackenzie, tell me what's wrong." The boy said.

"Some men broke into the fortification that I am currently at, killed all of the guards and are searching for people!" She said.

"Alright. Follow my instructions to the tee, Alright? Find the Captians room. It's normally comfy, so there's going to be a Master-Bed in it. I want you to find it." Levon said.

Some shuffling noises were heard as the girl ran for the room, opened the door and closed it behind her.

"Alright. Now, Hide under the bed." Levon said.

She dropped to the floor and scooted under the bed.

By this time, she was so scared that she was about to cry.

The door got kicked the hell down, and people started going into the room.

"Put me on speaker and point me at them, I may be able to hear something." Levon said.

She shakily extends her hand out a little bit to the edge of the bed.

"Akonáhle zistíte, ze dievča, vrecko ju a vziať ju na obvyklom mieste. Po skutočnosť, budeme skúmať ju a dajte ju do drazby. Nechcem hubu to znova!" One of them shouts.

Afterwords, she takes him off speaker and pulls him back.

"... Find the girl, and once you do, take her to the usu... Mackenzie. I need you to listen to me? Alright? Listen closely. This is the most important part. Put the phone down, put me on speaker, and wait for them to take you." Levon said.

"What?!" She silently shouted into the phone.

"Once they have you, shout out anything you see from the person, loud enough that I can hear it. Alright?" Levon said.

Mackenzie could be heard crying, and the phone was put down.

Moments pass as people leave the room.

"I think their leaving." Mackenzie said.

Levon leans his head foward, clearly relieved. Untill he heard screaming.

"TALL! 6'5! Scars on his face! Brown hair! Blue eyes! Hi-" She was cut off with a very loud sound of her being hit hard, and she screams.

Breathing can be heard.

"... Listen to me... I don't know who you are, I do not know what you want... If you are looking for ransom, I've no money. But what I do have is skills. A particular set of skills that makes me a living, Breaking, one man nightmare for people like you. If you give her back, If you leave her alone, I will not persue, I will not hunt you down." Levon bargained. "But if you refuse... I will persue, I will find you. And... I. Will. Kill. You.

"... Good Luck." A voice came through the phone, then crushing noises of it being destroyed.

Levon looked at his hands - he was shaking. He doesnt know this girl, or why he's even protecting her. He stands up, pulls 3 holographic cards from his wallet, picks up a small chest and takes a Firewall Pistol as his sidearm. "Let's hope that these guys arent as stupid as I think they are..." Levon said. He picks up a radio on the way out, dials into the Shadow Scythe Elite Traffic 223 section. "York! I need a person named York, Right now!" Levon yelled into it.

A few mumbles could be heard over the radio, then this could be heard.

"This is Admiral York Dallas En Jorge. Identify yourself." York answered.

"Levon K. Sindragosa, Warrent Captain! I need your help. I am taking a few recordings to Bravo Taxi Foxtrot street!" Levon replied.

York hung up and got into a Siege Destroyer Battle Tank and set for the area. "Bravo... BTF... Brandon Terri-Ferris Street!"

When both of them arrive, Levon hands a few recordings to York.

Quite some time passes.

"... Good Luck." The recording played.

"Sounds Slovak... She might have been on a Fringe World... More likely than not, Gilantar. It's named after it's current president." York said. "I'll prep some ships and men to take us ther-"

"You're not coming... I'm going alone. There's too much room for this to fail. I cant let her die. I dont know why, but something is slamming me, telling me that I will lose my fucking mind if she dies." Levon cut in.

"... If you dont come back, I will kick your ass." York said as he turned and walked.

"... If I dont come back, find me and kill me." Levon says as he left for a interplanetary starship to take him to Gilantar. I'm just gonna skip this part, because in my head, it's all boring as fuck. PLANETSIDE!

As Levon steps off the ship, he looks at the heavily mushroom-dense planet. Huge caps and long stems. You can even see singular spores in the air. This upset him till he was told by the speaker system that the spores were actually human friendly, and can heal cuts, scabs and cure asthma.

A person approaches him and speaks in Slovak. "Chcete zdieľať taxi? To je tak kurva drahé tu! Budem platiť."

"... No, I can pay for my own, thank you." Levon answered as he left.

The man who talked to him pulls out a small gun and points it at the back of Levon's head and pulls the trigger.

ShhhPING! The bullet sounds off.

In the path of the bullet is his rifle.

"Say goodnight, piss-ant." Levon says as he turns it around and blasts the man into a puddle of red liquid. After the man vaporizes, Levon drops 3 empty magazines into MOLL-E holsters. He returns to leaving. After a while of walking, he ends up at the fortification foothold that the Shadow Scythe has on this planet, and steps over multiple dead bodies. He is approaching a bashed down door that has a bootmark on it and walks into the room.

"I cant believe that someone would stoop so low... The fuck do they want?" He asks as he picks up the phone.

A man rolls over his shoulder, and before Levon knows it, he has one of the shards of The Angel Slayer in his hand, and up to the mans throat. Must have been an adrinaline rush. "You're coming with me." Levon says as he punches the man in the throat and knocks him the fuck out.

A massive flash of light hits the mans face, as he wakes up. He is tied to a chair, handcuffed and cement-block-footed to the floor. "Shut it off!" He yells. This is followed by a brass knuckle to the mouth and every single one of his teeth break, followed with massive squirts of blood on the fist that hit him.

"Now that I have your attention, I need some answers." Levon says as he jams 2 metal pikes down into the mans femur bones and breaks them, followed by the pikes going down the middle of both calf bones. This man must want to just fucking die. He screams so loud that two glasses in the abandoned house in the ghost-town neighborhood break. The man's legs are now bloodied. Shooting blood up out of the pikes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, KILL ME, NOW, KILL ME PLEASE!" The man yells.

"Nope." Levon says as he taps two jumper cables together, and attaches them to the pikes.

"... Oh my god, NO! NO PLEASE!"

Levon flips the light switch and lets the entire house run for 10 seconds, then flips it off.

The man howls just as loud as last time, now crying, twitching and pulsing hard. His muscles are spasming.

"Question one, where did they take her?" Levon asks.

"WHO!?!?!" The man yells with a quivering voice as he cries.

"Mackenzie. Blonde, sort of mousy. Someone took her from under a bed and knocked her out." Levon explains.

"MOTHERFUCKER! I WASNT PART OF THAT GROUP!" The man yells.

"So it wasnt just her? Thanks. I have enough to order a planetary assault on this planet now-" He said, without knowing what he was saying. Levon must have been talking though him. "... Do you know where she is?" He asks.

"THE USUAL PLA-HA-HACE!" The man shouts with tears streaming out of his eyes.

"Where's your leader?" Levon asks.

"FUCK YOU!" The man shouts, followed by the lightswitch being turned on for 10 seconds, then off.

"Auuuuuugggghhhhhnuuuuurrrrraaaaaahhhhh!" The man shouts as he is electrocuted to the bone.

"Where is your leader?" Levon asked again.

"Please... just fucking kill me... kill me kill me kill me kill me." The man mumbles.

"Those jumper cables are attached to this breaker box. Do you see it? Yeah. I have all of them except for a lightbulb turned off. I will turn all of them on, flip the light switch and let it run untill the power company turns this house off for delayed payment. I payed for 2 months only a half hour ago. You'll be a smoking mess of charcoal. So, Will you tell me?" Levon skullfucked the man.

"... Thirteenth street, It's the only 30 story building in the area. Straight 30... He's 10 stories down in the basement bunker... please, release me or kill me." The man squeels.

"... Archangel have mercy on your soul. Because I wont." Levon said as he turned on every piece of the house attached to the power grid, including the outside streetlight.

"No! NO NO NO! YOU SAID YOU'D LET ME FREE!" The man screamed as he started bawling.

"I didnt say anything remotely close." Levon said as he gagged the man with a towel, jamming a half foot of it down his throat, followed with puke soaking the cloth. "Charcoal." Levon reminded the man as he flipped the lightswitch and left.

Hours later, Levon arrives at the building. It is a local militia office - Police. "If this man is saying that I think he's saying... This is gonna be a kill-fest." Levon said. He slams open the lobby door, walks fast to the receptionist. "I need to see the highest ranking officer available." Levon said.

"There is currently 3 available police officers fresh from training, but the rest are on duty-" She responded.

"No, I need the highest ranking, on duty or not. Now." Levon said.

The receptionist pushed a button on her phone and looked at him. "5 floors down, Mr. Carrington will be there to meet you." She said.

"Thank you very much." Levon said as he walked to the elevator on the farrest right side of the room. He enters and pushes -10. Nothing happens. All the negative numbers except 5 didnt work. He pushed it and went down to level -5. The door opened and he stepped out. Walking up to the only room at the end of the hallway, he opens it up.

"Ahh. Good morning Mr.... 'Levon'?" The man asked as if he wasnt sure.

"That's correct. You're Mr. Carrington, am I correct?" Levon asks.

"No, I'm-" The man said before realising he just blew his cover. He whips out his pistol, aims it at Levon and losses his arm.

Levon unchambers the empty shell from his TT-6000 Rifle. "I need you to be focused." Levon said as he shot the other arm off. The man screams in howling pain as he squirts huge shots of blood from each arm. "I want you to give me acsess to level -10. Right now." Levon commanded.

The man screams and cries in terror, then shouts. "FUCK OFF!" This is followed by his pelvis being blown off.

"I need acsess to -10. Right now." Levon commanded again.

The man cried out the words. "Hit floor 23 9 5 A L F -10, It will let you in, NOW CALL AN AMBULANCE!" The man shouts.

"Wrong." Levon said as he slammed the man's throat on the desk and crushed his windpipe. After hearing the air leaking, Levon walked to the elevator. "23 9 5 Armory Lobby Firing range, -10." Levon said as he pushed the buttons and went down.

Ding. The door opened to a smokey room, 11 men smoking cigarettes.

"Blam! Shing Shing! Blam! Shing Shing!"

Make that 1.

Levon holstered his Firewall Pistol as 10 charring corpses fell to the ground.

"Mr. Carrington?" Levon asked.

"Yes. That is correct." The man said as he put down 2 cards - he folded. He appearantly was not afraid of Levon.

"Alright. Up the ante. We're going to play." Levon said as he sat down at the poker table, all weapons holstered and empty.

"As you wish. What is at stake?" Carrington asked.

"The girl." Levon said.

"What gir-" Carrington almost asked.

"THE GOD DAMN GIRL!" Levon said as he stood up and slammed his fists on the table, sending large cracks across the polished wood.

"... I decline, However, for I do not know. I do know a person who knows the person who is currently keeping her. I will trade you the information. If you win. If I win... Hmm... I want that box attached to your side." The man pointed at the box the Angel Slayer was in.

Levon thought for a moment, unsure if the man would cheat or not. He sat down, took the cards and smiled. "Deal. We are playing Texas Poker." Levon said as he dealt the cards.

Levon's Cards: Ace of Diamonds. King of Hearts. Queen of Hearts. Jack of Diamonds. 10 of Hearts.

Carrington's Cards: Ace of Spades, Ace of Hearts, Ace of Clubs, King of clubs, King of Spades.

Levon had a useless, unwinnable hand.

Carrington had a full house.

As the river unfolded, Carrington laid down his Full House and looked at Levon, all smug and "I'm going to win" Faced.

Levon had the perfect, unreadable poker face as he laid down his cards. "Royal Flush." Levon said.

Carrington's eyes widened as he looked at the cards, then Levon. "Holy... I've never seen that in 5 years... And you... how did you?" He asked.

"I'm just that good... Now, Information." Levon answered.

"... Derickson Avenue. The house is the only one with an automated machine turret on the roof..." The man said.

"Glad to hear." Levon said as he picked up his diamond/heart card set. He threw them at Carrington, who JUST noticed the Diamonds and Hearts.

"... Zippy bastard." The man said.

Levon walked out of the building and left for the new target.

Derickson Avenue. As soon as he stepped on the front lawn, the Machine Turret making 5 easily recongnizable noises. Levon steps back and looks at the turret for a moment, then laughs. He picks up a trashcan lid from the side of the road and walked at the house, using the afternoon sun's reflection from the metal lid to fuck with the auto-turret's sensor array. It squeeked a few times and twitched, but never did anything untill Levon threw the lid on the ground and entered the house.

"Is this the right house?" Levon calls.

"Yeah! In here! We've been waiting forever, Fuck! I need my blow! NOW!" A man shouts.

Levon shakes his head as he walks into the kitchen to see a whole bunch of guys gambling. "Alright."

"I need my blow! BLOW BLOW! I need the blow, NOW!" The man repeats over and over again.

"Ok, Ok, I got the blow, just give me a moment. I need to ask somebody something." Levon said as he looked at the 6'5 man with scars on his face, brown hair and brown eyes. "A friend said this in Slovac, but I couldnt understand. Could you translate?" Levon said.
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Levon sat at his desk.

"Good luck."

He rewinded the recording.

"Good luck."

Rewind.

"Good Luck."

He replayed it over and over and over and over again untill he could spot the man, just by voice patterns.
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"Pfft! It says 'Good Luck'. You need to learn the language if you are going to be living here. Now, give the man his 'blow'! Hahaha. Cokehead!" The man yells at the drug addict.

"That's funny... I could have sworn we talked on the phone a day ago." Levon said.

Everybody in the room stops and looks at Levon.

"... You might be mistaken." The man said.

"No, I dont think I am. I told you I'd hunt you to the corner of the universe to find you. Here I am." Levon said.

One of the many men slide a knife into his sleeve and got closer. Another man did the same with a cleaver. A whole mess of them pull pistols into position, and hinted their rifles.

"Bring more... As it is, It's not a fair fight." Levon said.

Every single one of them either pulled their weapons out of immediately started shooting. The blur of the mess was so bad that all that could be seen was the men shooting each other. Levon shot the man with his own pistol, who had a cleaver in his other hand. He twists and rips off the hand with the cleaver, takes it and throws it hard enough at a man's throat to cut into the wind-pipe, but not slice his neck off. This is followed by 5 men taking out their shotguns and aiming at Levon.

Levon stops, looks at them and laughs. "I dare you." Levon said.

In unison, they all shoot at the exact same time and release a barrage of tiny pellets at Levon.

And they all fall out of the air.

"Looking for this?" Levon opened up his hand and revealed a large handfull of black gunpowder.

"How...?"
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"I need my blow! BLOW BLOW! I need my blow now!" The man yells.

"Alright, Just let me ask someone a question." Levon said as he turned his back to a case of shotgun shells, his hands behind him, breaking and emptying the shells.
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"No fair..." They said as Levon pulled out his Firewall and unloaded on the rest of the men. The smoldering corpses fell to the ground, and he starts looking around. On the table was a note. On the floor was some money with blood on it and it had a few strands of blonde hair dried to the blood.

"... If that's her blood, I am going to kill the fuck out of somebody." Levon said as he picked up the note. "Construction Yard C - 2 below the Prickhitch turnpike." Levon said. He opens the door, walks out.

Turret: Tween wee-wee-wee---.

Levon puts his rifle over his shoulder, pulls the trigger and keeps walking away from the house as the turret explodes.

Not a damn thing happens between here and there. So let's go there!

Levon arrives at the construction site and starts looking around, eventually finding a small temporary building with people paying money and flashing cards at a bouncer with a USAS-12. Levon waits for a man to try and pass him and he swings his rifle around hard as hell and whacks the man in the throat, crushes his windpipe, then slams the rifle down on his spine when he falls down. Immediately afterwords, he collects 2500 credits from the mans pockets, and a flashcard. "Time to cut in line." Levon said as he walked in front of the line, flashed the card and handed the guard 2500 credits.

"Welcome to our little slice of hell, Mr. Smith." The Guard said, apearantly as if he was bribed. He didnt know Levon's name, so he made one up.

Levon steps into the building and starts looking around. There's rooms with curtains dividing each other, providing privacy for the people inside. Levon goes walking through the middle hallways with the most curtains pointing at him. He looks in a few of the small rooms, and there are women in them. They all have penetrated skin, as if somebody had been stabbing them with needles. Below one girls arm was 6 shots of heroine. The entry points were still bleeding.

"Xavnoi!" A man yells as he slams the curtain shut.

"What the fuck are they doing to these poor souls..." Levon said as he kept walking, kept searching. He got a little over half way through the row, when he saw a black haired girl wearing an open necklace locket with Mackenzie's mother on it. He quickly dashes into the room and looks at the girl. "Where did you get that?" He asked.

A knife comes down at Levon, hits his shoulder and goes pretty fucking deep. Levon lifts his struck shoulder up, then jerks hard - a dangerious move, as it can rip his arm off with the knife in it, but it yanked it out of the mans hands. Levon pulls the knife from his arm and throws it at the man, which penetrates skin, touches bone, digs into the bone, severs the bone, slides through the bone, and enters the mans heart.

He turns back to the girl, grabs her by an arm and turns her around to look at him. "Look at me, damnit! Where did you get that neckla-" Levon stopped short as the girl looked up at him with bloodshot, begging eyes. "Please... kill me..." She begged.

... Levon stopped and thought for a moment, looked out of the curtains at 5 guards hanging around the entrance and noted the one outside with the U.S.A.S 12.

"No... I'm not gonna kill you. I need you to hold onto me." Levon turns around and lowers his back. She grabs on very loosely and Levon picks her up, supporting her heavily. He pulls his Firewall Pistol out of it's holster, and started walking towards the door.

"Hey! Did you pay for that?!" The 5 guards ask at once.

"No, but you will." Levon said as he pulled his Firewall up at the middle of the group, then shot once.

BLAM! Shing-Shing!

5 smoking corpses.

"What the fuck?!"

"... I knew this part was coming." Levon said.

A man with a big ass automated shotgun walks in, and starts spraying the hell out of the room, hitting many customers and abducted women alike. But not Levon.

Levon drops the girl, ducks down, charges the man and slams his head into the mans stumach, causing him to puke. This is followed by Levon grabbing the mans waistline and swinging his left foot around the back of the man, then he pulls HARD, and yanks the man off his feet, then slings the man over himself and slams his spine on the ground hard enough that 3 very distinct pops are heard. Levon stands up, breathing hard and still bleeding out of his left shoulder.

"You... hurt..." The woman said breathlessly, but she had not been hurt nor scared. The drugs were killing her quickly.

"Yeah, I do... Alot. I hurt alot... get on." Levon said as he lowers himself to the ground, and she grabs on again. He lifts up and starts walking out of the door - there's no line anymore... So he's clear. He starts jogging (He cant run.) up to a random SUV and puts the girl in the back seat. "Go the sleep... I promise on my life and soul that you will be ok." Levon says.

The girl lays down and closes her eyes, and Levon slams the car door. He Bo-dukens!'s into the front seat and rips the electricity panel off, cuts two wires with a shard of The Angel Slayer, puts it back and taps two together, and the car jumps to life. He revs it, then takes off, trying to get out of the construction yard.

3 other SUV's, full of people with guns jump off of a mound of dirt beside Levon, and the people start shooting at his car. Levon pulls his Firewall out, aims his left hand out the window and fires once. A huge fireball and explosion is seen in the rear view, but the gun jumps out of his hand and into his lap from the recoil, And the fact he was shooting from a sliced-the-fuck-open shoulder-to-arm And-Stuff-And-Yeah! ------

He yells in pain as the stab wound gets larger because he shot the gun. One car down, 2 to go. He swirves and then goes into a drift around a bulldowzer, barely missing it's raised foward dump. One of the cars goes around, while the other tries to do what Levon did, and slams into the bulldowzer - the raised foward dump tore right through the car 2 feet after it comes off of the ground and kills everybody inside of it.

"Jesus... I need to take a driver's test some day..." Levon said as he goes flying around and drifts into his next turn. He floors it and goes full speed out of the construction site, as the last car comes from over another mound of dirt, jumps from it and lands on Levon's car. Levon hit the E-break, slammed to a stop and shot the other car off of his. He sits still, smiling at the people in the third car.

"LAUGH IT UP, FUCKBALL!" They yell in shitty english.

"I'll do that in just a second." Levon whispered as a Steamroller started crushing the back-end of their car, all the way up to the front end. "Ha. Ha. Ha." Levon said sarcastically as he drives behind the steamroller - over the crushed car and out of the construction site.

A half hour later, he stops outside of a hotel at a nearby Gas'n'Gas, home of the worlds gassiest bean burrito. Levon requested an I.V. bag, a needle head, 2 bottles of water, a pot, tape, sugar and lighter. He checks out and drives to the hotel. He pays for a room, goes back to the car and checks on the girl. She is still asleep. He grabbed her out very carefully and carried her up to their room. He lays her down in the bed and gets to work on a remedy.

He puts the pot on the stove, opens the bottles of purified water and empties them into it. He turns on the stove and lets the water come to a boil. He then adds the sugar an stirs at a set pace for an amount of time till the sugar disapears and becomes glucose. Afterwords, he opens the I.V. bag, turns off the stove and lets the glucose cool off. He then puts the glucose in the bag and closes it. He takes the needle, attaches it to the end of the I.V. and wraps it around a lamp near the girl - giving height for the I.V. to work. He then takes the lighter and flicks it on, erupting a controlled flame. He puts the needle over the flame and heats it up, and then sticks it in her arm in the most recent area where she was hit with a shot of heroine, then puts a piece of tape over it.. He closes the lighter and sits down next to her.

"What the fuck is wrong with this planet..." He whispered. Moments later, the girl wakes up, see's the needle in her arm and freaks out, frantically trying to remove it and starts bursting into tears.

"Wait wait! Dont take that out." Levon says as he goes and stops her from removing the needle. "It counteracts the effects of the drugs and cleans it from your system... Please, tell me right now... Where did you get that necklace?" He reasons, then asks.

The girl looked up at him, her bloodshot eyes starting to calm and recover. The black bags under her eye started to color in again. "A guy gave it to me when I arrived. I came in by shuttle, with my sister. She had type 5 asthma and for an entire week before. Sometimes... She almost wouldnt wake up. We heard the spores here could cure every stage of asthma, just by breathing it. We worked so hard, we sold so many things, and we finally got a ticket to get here. When we arrived, we were so broke, we couldnt go back. A man offered to pay for our cab, and take us to a low-cost but high end appartment. Also, he told us there was a part going on the day after that I and my sister was invited to." She stopped for a moment and looks around. "... I'm parched, but I'm not thirsty..." She said.

"I know the feeling." Levon said, absorbing a very small memory from The Angel Slayer - the previous Levon was some sort of parasite. He stood up and walked to the sink, which had a nice hardwater/purifiedwater switch on it. He flicked purified, waited 5 seconds, then grabbed a cup from a covern by his head, and put it below the tap. As the cup filled up, he spoke out to her. "I met that guy at the planetary docking port when I arrived. I had a few unkind words with him." Levon said. "Unkind words like blam, bang and boosh." he whispered.

"Well... We went to the party..." She said as she reached for the cup, which Levon handed to her after filling it up. She drank the entire thing quickly, her body apearantly reacting to the water as though dying of thirst. She gave him back the cup and continued. "When we arrived, the door closed, locked and men grabbed and attacked us. Blindfold, beat and drugged us. I cant really say I can remember what happened uptill I woke up here... The most I can remember is seeing my sister drugged to the point she spasmed, puked her guts out, literally, and died." She said.

"Disturbing image..." He said as he remembered torturing the man who attacked him earlier. It didnt disturb him at all... He is used to this kind of thing, he thinks. Levon, The Arch Angel must have done that sort of stuff a few times, because Levon the boy never did.

Stopping for a moment, he tosses a mental coin. Maybe he could find a trace of Mackenzie. "When, and how did they give you that necklace? At the party, I believe." He asked.

"I remember they yanked it off of the neck of a very pretty girl that was trapped there. Bound to a chair." She said. "They pulled it off of her and tied it around my neck, then proceeded to choke me..."

"Do you remember the address?" Levon asked.

"431 Shister Street." She said. "... On retrospect... It sounds like a really bad idea for me to have gone there..."

"Understood." Levon said as he looked inside the box with the Angel Slayer. 2 of the many shards are now forged back together. An odd spectical. He passes it and closes the box. Afterwords, he pulls out his Firewall, loads it. Pulls out his TT-6000 rifle and loads it, followed by pulling out a squeeky toy. "I'll be back soon... I have a few people to fuck up..." Levon said.
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Levon, having left for the Sanctuary of Order to use the last of his power as a human to defeat the demonic Angels of the Sanctuary forever, he gave his crown as Arch Angel to his brother, York Dallas En Jorge. York is the Second-in-Command of the Shadow Scythe Elite, meaning he is next in line for Admiral of the Mercenary Army. On Fortress "Oceans Bleed Unto The Skies", York is innoggerated as the new Admiral, and there is a party being thrown for him at Club "Angels Revelation".

And this is what happened.
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"Boy You're! Such an alien! Your! Touch is so foreign! It's! Supernatural! You're! Extra-teresterial!" The music blarred over the massive speakers of the club, as York shifts his way through the crowd, moving through the thousands of Shadow Scythe Mercenaries that are dancing to the song. The techno light-show is blinding for a moment as it crosses everybody in the crowd every few seconds, and the lights make it look like time was distorted, people skipping moves and warping a few steps away without taking steps.

A Mercenary walks up to a girl who is slightly taller than everybody there. "Hey! Wanna dance?!" He yells over the crowd. The girl looks at him and smiles as she turns to him. It's clear that she isnt in the mood... and the fact that she was glowing red when she saw the Mercenary didnt exactly help him. "No, I am a terrible dancer."

A loud set of footsteps are heard as people are pushed out of another persons way. York turns only to see the person, mid-air, come down on him and shove a blade in his throat. "LISTEN UP PEOPLE, BETTER FIND A NEW ADMIRAL, BECAUSE THIS ONE CANT EVEN WATCH HIS BACK, LET ALONE ALL OF YOURS!"

Every single person in the club pulls at least one gun, whether it be a pistol or a big fucking rifle. The DJ pulls out a R.E.D.E.E.M.E.R. Nuclear Warhead Launcher and aims it. "What'chu gonna do, nyugga?!" He shouts. The assassin got ready to run, but was grabbed by something, pulled to the ground, then had his legs crushed between the floor and a boot that kicks so much ass that it permanently smells of fart. "When you attack someone who is in control of a quarter of the known universe, and most every person in it respects him enough to die under his command just because he says so... Here's a tip: Bring a fucking army." York says as he takes the blade out of his throat, making his words come out unusually until the stab wound closes up behind the blade.

The person is screeching in pain from having his legs crushed inward, and is squirming on the ground, writhing in freakish missury. "Just kill me!" The assassin yelled.

"... No. No, I wont. Levon wouldnt. I will do what Levon would do." York said. "Take him to The Interrogator, have his arms, legs and nipples ripped off, but keep him alive and concious for it." York called out to his Mercenaries, as the assassin screamed and cried for him not to torture the assassin.

Two Mercenaries pick up the man, each by one of his broken legs, and carries him off to "The Interrogator".

"... What are you people gawking for, There's a party goin' on, aint there?" York asked. A series of cheers are heard as the party starts back up.

The DJ shouts "All you people've been through a rough week; the loss of the Admiral, the promotion of Commander York, and the assassination attempt, so have a few free drinks, lay back and relax! Courtacy of the END OF LINE!" He shouts, as the entire party erupts into cheers at the last part.

End of Line, the Unreleased Version, by Daft Punk for a movie "Tron Legacy", 3500 years ago, blares across the speakers as the crowds of people start going crazy to the song.

York walks out of the club and wonders off to the Armory, a massive building that has 10 TT-6000 Automated Gauss Cannons on the walls. As he gains clearance to go inside, he notices a girl walk into the armory. Red glow around her, black cloak and view of a small feathery tip is dragging the ground below the cloak.

York starts walking into the armory and intercepts the girl. "Hey! Ma'am!" He shouts as the girl stops to look at him. "May I see an identification card?" York asked.

The girl moves her cloak, showing a 15.5MM Auto-Pistol. She reaches down for the gun and starts pulling it out.

Immediately, York whips out his Firewall Pistol.

The girl tugs her ID card from the holster of her pistol, and hands it to him. "Problem, Commander?" She asked.

York looked over the card, then handed it back. "Alright, sorry. You looked a little shaddy, so I was just doing my job."

"Not a problem." She took the card and put it back. "It's not the first time." York started walking to the armory. "Carry on, Lieutenant."

York made a left turn at the front desk, another left into the B wing, right turn after 50 feet at the Gun Room 2, passed through it into Firing Range 2 and made a left turn at the end of the room, and ended up in the main armory, where the girl is standing, looking at a massive rifle mounted on the wall.

A plaque says "The Hellbringer" and below it says "The weapon used by the first Admiral, "Levon Krasiss Sindragosa", his weapon of choice was always a longer ranged weapon, but he always used it up close. It is a bolt-action rifle, dual laser sights with a 300X zoom scope and a muzzle flash breaker. The only bullet it fires is a 255MM Warp-Field Penetrator Round, capable of destroying entire sets of tanks in a single shot, or a platoon of soldiers. The Gun has a firing mechanism that slings the bullet along so fast that it breaks the speed of light, then the bullet is primed and warps itself into the future in the same area, causing it to create a mass explosion for defying reality. Any of these bullets you saw him use were made by the Admiral himself, as we do not have the technology to make them."

York stood next to the girl and said "Only he can fire it."

"What?" The girl asked.

"Only Levon can fire that rifle. The recoil on it is enough to move a planet out of orbit, and the weight is enough that even Superman would be crushed." York explained.

"Then how did he use it?" The girl asked.

"His armor was made out of Black Hole dust, compressed by himself into armor plating. 20 Black Holes were harvested untill there was nothing left, and it all went into making his suit. thats about 20 feet of Black Hole Dust per square inch that he had on that thin battle-armor." He explained. "He also has super-human strength that makes god look like a fucking wimp. The Bolt on the gun is also impossible to move unless you have his strength. I've never seen another person use it before." York showed her on the gun as he spoke.

The woman looked in awe at the gun as she listened. "The Admiral must be a hell of a man, but if he is, why is the War of Tribute still going on?" She asked.

"Because even with all of his power, there were people who could kill him, and if he went to Tribute, they would come and they would kill him and all of us." York explained.

"How could somebody overpower a person who can use that gun? I think that's impossible." She said.

"If only it were true... The only reason it's mounted on that wall is because he is dead."

She looked at him with an expression of sorrow, realising that even an indestructible legend can be killed.

"How uh... how did he die?" She asked.

"He passed his inhuman powers onto me, and suicided against the men who could kill him. He took all of them with him to hell." York said.

"Well... Can you use the gun then?" The woman asked.

"... I could try..." York said as he reached out for the gun. As his index finger touched it, a memory flashed.
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"Rise and shine cupcake!" York shouted.

"How long was I asleep?" Levon asked.

"38 minutes." York responded.

"38 minutes... dreaming of drinking a vanilla milkshake... is that supposed to mean something?" Levon said as their jeep got hit with a mortar.
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"What's the matter?" The girl asked.

"... Nothing." York said as he grabbed the gun, getting ready to dismount it off of the wall, when another memory flashed.
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"Levon, I... I just... Let's get her inside." York said.

"I tried my best... but it just wasnt good enough, was it, York? She's dead because of me." Levon asked in anguish.
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York started trying to lift the gun, then thought twice and brought his hands back.

"I think it's best to let this relic of war rest in peace. It's earned it." York said.

"I guess... After being used for about 3500 years, it deserves some down-time." The woman said.

To the left was a set of armor. They went walking over to it and York spoke.

"This is the armor he used during battle. I dont think he ever took it off. At least not while I was around." York said.

"How much does it weight?" She asked.

"How do you say a shit load in your language?" York asked.

"A shit load. How much?" She answered.

"We estimate about the same as The Red Cardamine Flagship." He answered.

"But that thing is almost the size of a planet!" She shouted.

"Yet, it's so reinforced with Black Hole Steel that it feels like it weights only as much as the person in it. Levon weighed about 180 pounds."

"I take it he was a tiny guy?" She asked.

"Oh hell no, He was a beefy motherfucker! He also had body parts that nobody else had, so that should have also weighed him down... but I guess it's because he has 0% body fat; seeing as he never eats." York responded.

"If he never ate, how did he live?" She asked another question.

"He had his ways. I am not at liberty to tell." York answered stirnly.

"... It weighs as much as The Red Cardamine, but weighs only as much as the user? How does that work?" She questioned.

"The suit, without Levon inside of it, is enough to weigh hundreds of trillions of tons, but with a user inside of it, weighs only as much as the person itself. We dont know how that works yet." York answered.

"Has anyone else ever used the suit?" She asked.

"Nobo-- wait... Ellie, A girl named Ellie Des Chaton. Levon was on a mission when he and a doctor named Ellie were cornered by thousands of soldiers. He melted his armor and reforged it around her, and got wasted with thousands of bullets in the process. Ellie managed to start running inside the suit, and found she could run almost 4 times faster than her normal running speed. By the time she arrived at the Evac, the people approached Levon and started mocking him over his almost-dead body... their victory was to be short lived. Levon set up explosives all over the enemy base. When they saw he had a detonator in his left hand, it was over. The entire base went up in flames. Then, he clicked the detonator in his right hand, and set off the Dyclirite 8 explosives. Blew it all to hell. A flaming Medivac was all that was left of the base, so he took it and flew it out, 'til it was shot down with a Stinger Missile." York said in his story-telling voice.

"How did he survive?" She asked.

"He crashed against a tree and fell to the ground, jumping out beforehand. While he was down there, he was assaulted by hundreds of men, while we were being shot at by stingers. Every time we were getting shot at, he would stop fighting and shoot the missiles down. He was assumed "Dead" afterwords. Later, his body was recovered with knives, bullets and a broken toy lightsaber stuck in his gut. Ellie went with him to a hospital and saved his life, where in turn, he saved her from sexual assault.

"Heroic." The girl said.

"That's just one out of many great stories he has been a part of. And I bet you would already know a few, Angel." York said as he reached out for her.

"What?!" The woman yelped as she tried to step back.

York grabbed her cloak and yanked it off, revealing the girl had 4 wings, 2 that glows blue, 2 that glows red. The girl quickly drew her pistol from her side and aimed it at York.

"Levon was disappointed that you hid yourself from him. Most Angels either attack him or befriend him, but I didnt know there was another Angel in existance beside the others. How did you hide yourself?" York lectured.

"I just didnt want to be found." She answered.

"If you didnt want to, then you wouldnt have come here." He retorted.

"I--" She stopped, knowing that she'd been intellectually beaten just now. She lowered her pistol and stood straight, boasting her wings.

"Which one are you?" York asked.

"What do you mean?" She didnt understand.

"All Angels have special abilities. Fate decides life, Destruction is as his name implies, The End, that one is simple. What are you?" York explained.

"I do not know... But people normally tend to change their behavior around me, they either get really nice or really aggressive." She answered.

"So... You effect their moral standing?" York asked. "That makes you the Angel of Conflict. Levon warned me about you before he died." York said.

"How did he know about me?" She asked.

"Because he had many revelations before he died. Many. Including you." He answered.

"... Alright, I'll play your game." She said. "How did you know I was an Angel?" She asked.

"I saw you as you entered the armory, you were hiding your wings in your cloak. In other words, you had one of the body parts that Levon did." York answered.

"Ok... How did you know Levon was an Angel?" She asked.

"Because I am his brother. He tells me everything, except his sexual life." York answered.

"Levon doesnt/cant have a brother, Angels cant be born." She corrected.

"Levon is adopted into my family, after the attack on my home-planet by the Hellblazers. He fought back against them, helped me to join the fray and we drove those monsters back to extinction. But the only remainder of my family was me. The rest of my clan was killed by the Hellblazers." York explained.

"I see. So you two are brothers, if not in blood, but in the bonds of friendship?" She observed wisely.

"Very well said, yes." He confirmed.

"Tell me how he really died." She demanded.

"He crowned me 'Arch Angel' after having lived by his side for so long, watching him and fighting with him, that he knew I could handle it. He then used his last moments of Angelic power to open a portal to the Sanctuary of Order and summon Nothing and Tokandos. While they were there, Levon used an old Necromancer spell to warp them all to hell. The last few times he did that, he made loopholes in the spell that could result in the victums surviving because he knew he was vital for existance, but this time, he went all out, and didnt care if he died in the process. He killed Nothing and Tokandos forever." York said.

"But what about Krasi--" She got cut off.

York reached his hand out and covered her mouth. "Dont say his name..."

"... What about K-R-A-S-I-S-S?" She spelled it out.

"Levon knew the reason that Nothing, Tokandos and... "HIM"... would come back every time he killed them was because... 'A world without chaos IS chaos', quoting Levon. He left "HIM" alive, because he is the most harmless evil Angel." York explained.

"I see... Smart thinking." She said, then silence ensued the moment. For almost 10 minutes, they stood silently, looking at each other.

"Is there a way to bring Levon back?" She asked.

Without even letting her finish her sentance. "No, Or else Nothing and Tokandos would come back to life, too." York explained. "The whole reason Levon died was because he was tired of watching his friends, family and loved ones die at Nothing and Tokandos' hands. So he gave up his life so that everybody here could live, and so that I could go to Tribute, and win the war." York said, clearly not knowing that Levon was in the Sanctuary of Order. With - but sepporated from Jessica.

"Oh... I knew that the Arch Angel's job was tough, but I never thought it would drive him to suicide..." She speculated.

"Suicide isnt exactly the word... Martyr is more like it. Without him, Nothing and Tokandos, we can win the Blood Brother war and take back Tribute, and the rest of their planets. He died so we can win. He died to take his enemies to hell, now it's our job to finish the fight." York heroicly stated.

"But what exactly drove him to martyr himself?" Conflict asked.

"Lots of things... The death of Jessica, the war on Tribute, the loss of Mackenzie, Angel of the Unknown Element, the enemy Angels... Lots of things impacted his life long before I was concieved, and they drove him to insanity. I am supprised he held out as long as he did. He was a strong man." York ulligized.

"What was the largest contributor?" Conflicted questioned.

"The loss of Jessica. Levon had memory loss at the time, due to being badly hurt by Nothing, and she was laying in a pool of blood. Hers, others, Levons. Everybody's blood. Levon woke up to hear her begging for someone to rescue them, and rushed over to her. After talking for a while, Levon revealed a part of his life that would die with Jessica. She then asked him something. She asked him to do the one thing he could never do." York said as his words phased with a memory.
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"Can I ask something of you? It wont hurt, I promise." Jessica asked.

"Anything." Levon answered.

"Your code-name... Ghost Angel? Why was it given to you?" She asked.

After waiting a moment, Levon replied.

"... Because I will get the job done, no matter what. Because the price of war is too large, to high and too much for any one person to pay... That's why I refuse to take it all onto myself, as most people do." Levon answered stirnly.

"So... Then you truly are a ghost... So cold and unforgiving in every descision you make in battle... The purest soldier... I think that's what let us trust yo-" Jessica said, cut off.

"Dont talk, Save your strength." Levon commanded.

"I dont need it... I need you to be strong... strong enough to do the one thing you never could in your entire life. Could you... could you just 'Be Human?' If not for your sake, then for all of us who died protecting you... Maybe if you allowed yourself to feel something, anything, maybe you wouldnt be a Ghost... not any longer." She said as she slowly died.
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"It devastated him beyond repair. His soul shattered, his life ended and his will to live died. That's what made him so dangerious after she died. He didnt care what happened to himself. If he died, good. He was glad to die. He welcomed death with open arms and open eyes. He just didnt care anymore, So going into battle, he was a dangerious animal. A frightening enemy to fight, it is, when they do not fear death at all, when in fact, they welcome it. When they dont care about pain, when they dont feel remourse... when they dont feel fear; fear of losing. Because they've already lost everything. Over and over again. That's a truely terrifying enemy." York explained.

"He really gave up on everything?" She questioned.

"Truly. He gave up on every last bit of hope in this universe, which made him relentless, inhuman and emotionless. And I had to watch as he turned into this... dead, walking corpse. He wasnt my brother anymore, but he still loved me as one, so I did as well. It was terrifying when I had to fight him, truth be told. I had to fight him over making him talk to a girl! How childish. I see his views, Mackenzie did have her memory erased... So I guess it's better to not bother her anymore." York explained.

"You fought Levon?" Conflict questioned.

"Yeah, I did. He came at me, I raised my Riot Shield, he attacked it, and my watch rang. It was tea-time. So I sat down, ate some crumpets and sipped some tea. I noticed Levon gave up attacking the shield, so I looked out of the visor. I couldnt see him. I raised the shield to try and see where he was, and he came up from underneathe my shield, turned it off and disapeared. I already knew it was over. I heard a deep whistling noise, and I knew why. Levon was falling at me, 2 miles in the air at 750 feet per second. He was gonna bullet-dive into me and kill me." York said in horror.

"How did you survive?" She asked, wanting to hear more.

"Well, I started opening up my riot shield, but before the second passed, I heard a loud crunching noise of bones breaking, metal slamming against metal and dirt getting tossed up in the air. I wait for it to clear out and look to my right. There's a god damn hole in the ground next to me by only a foot. it goes 200 something feet deep and it's just as wide as my riot shield! I kick a rock down in their and ask if Levon was ok. As soon as I did, a bullet entered my right arm, exited and exploded some odd hundred feet away. Levon was serious - he pulled the Hellbringer on me. He started climbing up the hole by jamming his wings into the wall and lifting up. By the time he came out, he looked like some spider-angel with a gun. I was for sure he would kill me, then he lowered his gun." York finished.

"That's good to hear... The bonds of brother is too strong to be killed." She philosophised.

"Not really, then he roundhouse kicked me in the side of my head, doubled me over and my head caught on the ground. It cracked my head out of position and broke my helmet, which if I recall, got flung way the hell away." York corrected.

She couldnt help but laugh.

York rolled his eyes and explained. "He didnt do it to kill me, he did it because he was mad at me. I did something without his concent which would hurt him and another person close to him, and it caused him to go into a flying rage - literally... Flying and falling at 750 feet per second."

"I'm sure if he meant to kill you, you'd be dead by now." Conflict stated. "But why did he get angry at you?"

"Well... An Angel that losses it's wings losses its ability to do it's job. That's why Nothing was always aiming for Levon's wings. When they are no longer Angels, another Angel is randomly selected to erase their memory. At the time, Levon was closest, and Mackenzie, Angel of the Unknown Element was blasted by an Anti-Matter Wave. Levon held onto her with his indestructible armor as it absorbed the Anti-Matter Explosion. However, Levon's armor wasnt large enough to protect her wings. Although she was intact, her wings were Oblitterated. Levon was charged with the duty of making her human again. Afterwords, I went behind his back and asked her to join the Shadow Scythe Elites, to which she agreed. However, when I asked her, Levon was... 'Different' at the time, and he bit my leg, sinking 300 razor-fangs into it." York answered.

"Ouch! That must have hurt like a sonuvabitch!... Again?" Conflict wondered.

"Mackenzie used to be human, til she was saved from slaughter and crowned Angel of the Unknown Element. Sadly, The Arch Angel couldnt arrive in time to keep her mother from being slaughtered. So she used to be human, Something Levon could never be. A human may change his or herself in many ways, but in the end, they are still human. Levon, on the other hand, was never human. He was created as the first image of the Angels." York explained.

"So he could never just Be Human?" Conflict asked.

"And that's what's been driving him into the deepest depths of insanity." York answered.

"Well... if he's dead, do you think he went to the Promised Lands with his father?" Conflict asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure... I hope so. I hope he is with his father, and they are catching up, and Jessica is with them. I hope they are happy, in a land of no tears, no fears and no pain." York said.

"... I've been talking to you all this time, but I've not been able to tell if my aura is effecting you. I mean, Normally a random guy will act like he's high, or try to murder the next person in arms length." Conflict said.

"Apearantly not. I guess your Angelic Power has no effect on mine." York said.

"Oh... I forgot you are the Arch Angel... I've been used to Levon being the Arch Angel since creation." Conflict remembered.

"Well... Let's go enjoy the freedom and wonderful things about Fortress "Ocean's Bleed Unto The Skies". It's a wonderful place, with many great landmarks and sights." York said.

"Sure. Public Firing Range first?" Conflict asked.

"Alright." York said as they left the building, heading for the firing range. As they arrive, they see a 16-18 year old kid laying on the ground, with a SR-7000. York holds out a hand and stops Conflict, then points at the kid, telling her to watch.

The boy pulls back the bolt, sliding a bullet into place, then suddenly the entire magazine is empty, 10 bullets fly out of the bolt-action chamber and fall to the ground. Every single bullet hits it's target - dead center.

York looks amazed for a moment, then takes on a professional look. "Seems Levon has blessed this boy. Only he could do that."

"You dont think..." Conflict said, waiting for York to answer her.

"... It's possible." York said as he walks foward. "Good Shot." York said.

"Actually, It was 10, if you watched closely." The boy said.

"I did. How long have you been able to do that?" York asked.

"Only a few weeks. One day, my hands started moving for me, firing the entire bolt-action style magazine without knowing how." The boy answered.

"Y'know, I used to work for a person who could do exactly that. He died only just recently." York said.

"A pity." The boy said as he loaded his next magazine.

"Do you know who used to lead the Shadow Scythe Elites, the person I used to work for?" York asked.

"Yeah, He has the same name as me. First, middle and last." The boy said. "Levon Krasiss Sindragosa."

York smiled as he said he'd be back, and grabbed Conflict and pulled her off to the side. "... Levon had me do a secret project 16 years ago. We took a infant and secluded it in Facility Doom-Reavers Revival. Trained it, grew it... We said it was for a classified operation. Levon wouldnt tell me why we were doing this, but I think I know why now." York said.

The boy instantly unloads the entire magazine again, turning a target to swiss-cheese. York walked over to him and asked the boy. "Do you have any jewels or a favourite icon?"

The boy looked up and said. "I live by myself, I have nothing more than a job and something a man left me a few weeks ago." The boy said.

"What did he leave you?" York asked in a hurry.

"Nunya." The boy replied.

"What's that?" York asked.

"Nunya-fuckin business." The boy answered.

"... Sounds just like Levon. Zippy bastard. Please, We need to know, it could mean the survival of the Shadow Scythe Elites." York said.

"... He left me a broke-ass sword. Destroyed, shattered. He said it'd make sense, one day. Blue hilt, blue runes, un-meltable metal." The boy answered.

"The Angel Slayer..." York said. He bid the boy farewell, then returned to Conflict. "A soul-shatter." York said.

"What?" Conflict asked.

"Levon's been using Ten-Thousand Purely Bitter Lies ever since Jessica died... There was an explosion inside the fortress one day, and Levon was found dead. A week later, He woke up and was different, and he locked something in a chest. His soul shattered. His Sword was forged with his soul. His sword shattered... Levon is a sneaky bastard. He planned all of this... brilliant. Levon cant come back without bringing the other Angels with him, but he can forge his soul into a child and live as a human. Levon can finally be human." York said.

York thought about what he was saying. "... Levon is still with us, and he is able to be brought back without bringing the others back... I wish he would have told me. We need to find a way to re-forge The Angel Slayer." York said.

"How do we do that?" Conflict asked.

"We make him an Angel. But we cant make him the Arch Angel... Making someone an Angel is extremely hard if you still have all those screws up in your head tightened down... Levon would know what to do..." York said.

"Maybe he still does?" Conflict asked.

"... It's worth a shot." York replied. He walked to the boy and offered him a fresh magazine. "I have a question to ask... What do you know about Angels?" York questioned the boy.

"You are talking about my religion? Ok... I believe that there is no god. The closest thing to that is 'Everything', who I call the Fathered Angel. I believe he created an Angel who fought for the protection of our existance, creating other angels - both good and bad - to balance the galaxy as needed... Why do you ask?" The boy questioned York.

"Just wondering. The Admiral believed in the same thing, I was wondering if you know how to make someone an Angel, just in general. It's impossible, I know, because a religion is just a rule basis... but if it were real, how would you make an Angel?" York asked.

The boy thought for a moment, then answered. "I guess you'd have to 'Be Human', and be selected by an Angel who's on the verge of losing it's placement. I guess that's how the Arch Angel made other Angels. He was on the verge of insanity, which made it where he could make other Angels, but not be killed or however that works, I guess."

York thought for a moment... He is the only Arch Angel, but he is entirely sane, he watched all the things Levon had to go through to survive being the Arch Angel, but now York is much better prepared... He doesnt know what to do at this point.

The boy puts in the magazine, goes to pull the bolt when York stopped him. "Hey! Levon! Come with me, I got something to show you." York said.

"What is it?" The boy asked.

"It's something special to me, and I want you to have it." York said.

The boy stood up, pulled out his wallet, pulled out a holographic projector, put his finger on it and nodded at the Administrator to signal that he payed. He put it all away and followed behind York, Conflict tagging along as well.

They head down to the Armory, and York cleared up some paper-work on the boy, got him through and proceeded to the Hall of Champions, where Levon's rifle and armor is.

"I am not sure why, but nobody can lift it. I almost tried to, but I thought twice. I'm not sure if I can hold it, let alone fire it. But... Maybe you can?" York asked.

The boy walked over to the Rifle and looked at it. "The Hellbringer?" The boy asked. "... If you cant use it, what makes you think I can?" The boy asked another question.

"... Because you have many abilities that I do not. The same abilities that he had." York answered.

The boy reaches out for it and puts his hand on the Hellbringer, as a memory flashes through his mind.
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"What is your name, Boy!?" Levon shouted.

Shakily, the boy stood a little taller. "It's York... York Dallas En Jorge." The boy said.

"Are you ready to take back what is yours?" Levon asked as he extended a 3'98 Laser Rifle to York.

The boy stopped for a moment and reached for the gun, then pulled back. "I dont know. I think I am, but I just cant do it..." York said.

"That means you have a conscience. But that will get you killed. Clear it, and overwrite it as if it werent an obstical, and you will be able to do anything. Take the rifle and lets take back your home." Levon said.

York reached for the rifle, took it and loaded it. "Overwritten." York said.
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The boy jerked back, looking at York. "... I dont think I want it." The boy said.

"Trust me, You do. Once it's in your hands... once you control that power... You will want it." York said.

"... Ok..." The boy reached out once more for it. He grabbed the grip and started to pull when another memory flashed.
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"If you could allow yourslf to feel something... anything... maybe you wouldnt be a ghost any longer." Jessica said as she died.

"Jessy? Jessica? Oh god, Jessica... oh god please no, no no no no NO NO GOD DAMNIT! NO!" Levon shouted as The Red Cardamine landed behind him.
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The boy screamed as he pulled the rifle, trying to get passed the memory, and hold the rifle. As he jerked the rifle, he fell over and knocked his head on the ground. Moments later, York is carrying him to the hospital - piggyback riding style.

"Did... I... Did I do it?" The boy asked.

York looked at the ground as he ran the boy to the hospital. When they arived, they checked him in and the boy lays now in a gurney.

York looks up with sadness.

"Did I move it?" The boy asked.

"... no... It didnt even budge." York said as he started crying. "All this prepporation... All this time spent. And for it all to fail... Levon, I am so sorry. The Angel Slayer is our last Hope. Levon, I'm trying."

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Woah, damn... I was for sure I couldnt even pull that off! Somehow, I managed. Seeya around!

V The Red Cardamine doing a Planetary Bombardment on the Blood Brother Homeworld V

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I have ran into another person who has become an Angel. This Angel is unknown to all other Angels and is yet to be discovered. She is good at hiding herself and she is an extremely important Angel.

The Angel of Confliction.

Since she was created, she has been used in every day life. You! Yes, You! You are using her very effects of existance right now!

Who are you? Are you good? Are you Evil? Are you somewhere in between? Or do you not even know? This Angel can very slightly tamper with your morality to make you lean toward good, or toward evil.

As a human, she uses Holy and Dark magic, just like the Arch Angel. She puts others needs in front of hers as she has chosen to lean towards good on her own morality scale.

I've yet to further develope her, but stay tuned! I will better her description soon!

V The Angel of Conflict in the Realm of Light, playing the Siege of Madrigal. V

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As most people know, Levon and Jessica were very close... they loved each other and couldnt bare to leave each other... Untill tragety struck, and she was assassinated by another Angel, Jealous of Levon and what he had. This event lead to the death of the person Jessica knew... Levon was gone, replaced by a person of grief, anger and sadness.

However, an Angel that dies can speak to people in the Sanctuary of Order to a limited amount of time... necessary ones can come back... Levon... Is no longer necessary... If he dies, He dies for good.

But he is the only one who keeps the other Angels in line... Think what would happen if the other Angels didnt have Levon to lead them, to keep them true to their purpose...

If he dies... Look around you... This will all...

END.

Levon believes... One day, he will be back with her... He begs every day that someone will take his mantle...

He wants to just die...

But his hopes, his beliefs, his begging, his wishes...

Will never be answered.
Will never be given.
Will never be granted.
Will never be...

His options to see her once again are limited... to Nothing...

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One one side of it was a watery, lovely ocean with a few cracks along the water... as though it were glass...

The other was a forest planet with 2 graves behind him.

Stepping through, he looked around the Sanctuary of Order, and spread his arms. Just then, the portal to the Realm of Creation closed.

"I AM HERE! I AM WHERE YOU WANT ME! I AM READY!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

A Dark, boney winged Angel stepped out of the darkness around the Sanctuary, Looking down at him.

Another dark figure, not nearly the same, but slightly similar.

Out from behind him, a massive creature stepped foward, and slammed it's blades into the glass.

"LEVON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The massive creature asked.

"No no - Let him speak, Sheohalrag." The first dark figure said.

Waiting for a moment, his armor melts off and drips into the water.

After his armor melted off, he spoke. "I dont want to be the Arch Angel anymore. I never saw just how simple it really was... I never saw that I could just pass the mantle. I was foolish." Levon said.

All the other's around him gasped, when they, too, realised he could have passed the mantle, trillions of years ago, he could have saved Jessica, he could have saved billions of lives.

They remembered what happened to Mackenzie.

He learned how to train, and pass an Arch Angel.

"York..." Levon whispered.

He will die in a matter of time. Painfully.

Levon spreads out and welcomes his doom.

Sheohalrag wouldnt have any of it... He lurches in front of Levon and stands guard. "Get out of here! NOW!" Guardianship shouted at Levon.

"Sheohalrag, Stay out of this. Get out of here." Levon commanded.

Sheohalrag looked deep into his eyes, and stepped aside.

Sheohalrag started running away, fast, out of the Sanctuary of Order.

Levon stood, ready and willing. "Nothing... KILL ME! KILL ME, GOD DAMNIT!" Levon shouted in pain at Nothing.

Nothing smiled, devilishly. "What is wrong with you? Normally, you'd beat my ass on any other day. Why now?"

"Because... I am ready. Because I saw a glimmer of hope, a chance, to see her for one last time." Levon said.

Nothing laughed haughtingly, and started walking away. Tokandos, next to him, laughed as well, walking away with Nothing.

"YOU BASTARDS! YOU'VE WANTED TO KILL ME, ALL MY LIFE! WHAT MAKES NOW DIFFERENT?!" Levon screamed at them desperately.

Nothing stopped, and turns around.

"Because you options are limited to me. And I wont give you anything. I only take from you." He says.

Levons eyes flashed wide open as he saw them through milky, bloody red eyes.

Fpph fpph fpph.

"Hmm?" Nothing looked for Levon, who was touching both Nothing and Tokandos.

"Curse of Doom"

A box... red... all around the Sanctuary of Order.

Suddenly... For the last second of his life... His father was standing of front of him, smiling.

"I'm proud of you, Levon." Everything praised.

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He slowly, and groggily woke up inside of the Sanctuary of Order... something was different about it, though? It's brighter. It is more heaven-like. There was a glass wall all around it. He stood up and walked to the edge of it. He tried pushing the glass, but he didnt even leave a finger print... He looked down, and saw a reflection in the water... A few yards away is a beautiful blonde girl.

She was sitting, crying. Alone. She looked thin, starved. She was clothed in moderate human clothes, or moderate to some extent.

Levon's eyes widened. He could see... He could see through his own eyes.

Levon ran hard as hell over to the girl, and slammed against the wall, stopping himself as his wings spread. All eight of them. Each one was 14 feet long, and oozing blood at nearly a gallon per minute from each wing. He started tapping the glass, and talking to her.

The girl stopped after a moment, and looked up. Her eyes widened as she looked into his...

Her lips moved slowly. "Levon...?"

Levon started talking to her, untill she motioned like she coulnt hear him.

Levon looked around. Nothing around him, anywhere. He finally bit his finger, HARD, and started writing on the glass with blood.

"Jessica..." Wrote carelessly, as he leaned into the glass to look at her.

She winced when he bit himself, she watched what he wrote, then nodded...

"Do you have anything to write with?" He wrote in blood.

Shaking her head 'No', a tear rolled down her face and hit a purple liquid. Uncreation.

There was a blot of Uncreation on her side of the glass. She fingered it, and painted on the glass.

"Are you for real? Are you just another image? Is this a dream?" She asked.

He quickly, sloppily wrote with blood.

"No no it isnt, I am here, I am real, this isnt a dream. I am with you."

"How can it be? You have to be alive... You cant be real, otherwise, none of us would be here. How do I know it's you?" She wrote.

... "Draw with me." He wrote, then next to it, was a Were-Dracopyre, holding a girl, both of them smiling.

She looked down with teary eyes, and started drawing a happy face.

After she did, he drew a happy face.

She drew an Angel, going to the skies.

He drew an Angel, holding a girl as she dies.

She looked down and back up at him.
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A few minutes later.
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There were hundreds of drawings on the wall... All of her and him, together, and happy.

On the glass was a sentence of blood.

"I spent 4 years in pain and grief... I destroyed myself, thinking of anything I could have do-" Halfway through his sentance, she touched the glass.

He touched her hand, against the glass.

"It feels cold..."

He looked down, then back up and wrote.

"I want to be with you."

She dipped her finger in the Uncreation, and wrote "But you are..."

"There's just a glass wall between us." She ended

Levon stood up, and started slamming his shoulder into the glass, then continued by punching it over and over again.

Jessica yelped, then jumped against the glass and started lightly beating the glass, trying to get his attention, shaking her head and begging him to stop.

A crack apeared.

He continued beating and slamming the glass untill it continued cracking.

He signalled her to get out of the way. As she did, he landed his last blow.

Her last tear hit the water, as the glass broke.

His hand penetrated the glass, blowing thousands of razor shards outward. He reached out to grab her... his hand touched the tip of her fingers, before the shards shreaded his right arm completely, turning around and launching themselfs back into the glass wall and instantly reconnected with the wall, forcing him back, and throwing him to the ground, but not before nearly cutting his hand off.

Aside from that, thousands of the other glass shards blasted inward, and shreaded every single one of his wings till they fell off. All but one. The one that he couldnt move, the one that he couldnt feel.

He fell to the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs. Screaming, but she couldnt hear him. Crawling on the ground, he beats his other fist against the water, trying to divert his pain as the liquid floor washed the blood away. The bases of his wings were twitching as they shot huge squirts of blood into his side of the glass.

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a few very, very long days later...

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He sat in front of the glass, his arm in a cast made by his Admirals Casualwear, The badges were taken off of it, and thrown over onto Jessica's side. He was craddling his one last wing, which was now starting to buldge, meaning that it was going to start dying soon, looking down at the water, which was now red. He waited a moment, then looked up at the glass.

"Draw with me?" Was written in Uncreation.

"I\ kan'y ontnore_" was written by the bloody stump of his cast, where blood leaked out of the cloth and into the water.

They both looked down at the water, damning the wall between them.

He whispered to himself:

"Why did it have to be me..."

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Levon and Jessica

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The only memory they could think of when they held each other... is when they left each other.

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Here we have Sheohalrag Sindragosa Xidillian being bribed by General Thomas "Lifetaker" Baxton, so that he can learn where Levon is hiding. Friends never sell out friends.

I guess I should put a little story behind this, Hmm?

General Baxton was a friend of Levon while growing up, Levon always had a dark aura about him, But his wings were always so nice looking... Till the day he was betrayed. They were torn to shreads, brutally tortured and ripped apart. Though his super regeneration allowed them to somewhat recover... it wasnt enough to keep him from looking like an abomination of creation.

Jealousy more than anything is what drove Baxton to have Levons loved one assassinated. After that, Levon and Baxton waged war on each others Mercenary Armies.

One day, Baxton seeked out the help of Levons Guardian Angel. He descided that he can offer the few things that all men want - power, fame, fortune, glory.

Baxton had entered the forest, and found the cave that Sheohalrag Sindragosa Xidillian had come to live in with his 3 Nest Tenders: Talia, Alicia and Samantha.

Upon tresspassing, Baxton shouted through the caves his promises of power and wealth, But never was he anwsered.

Shouting out one more time, He spoke these exact words.

"FINE! COME OUT YOU DEMONIC BASTARD! WHAT DO YOU WANT IN EXCHANGE FOR LEVONS LIFE?!"

At the end of this sentance, Baxton found himself airborn. His entire body was numb, and he quickly saw that he was leaving the entrance of the cave, and slammed head first into a tree - He was hit hard as hell. Enough to send him flying.

A huge monstrosity lumbered out of the caves, snarling and growling. Acid leaked from his mouth and scorched huge burns in the ground. Angered by the fact that Baxton would do such a dirty trick of trying to turn the Arch Angels best friend against him, He started to charge Baxton.

Baxton tried to retreat, but realised his left arm was shattered, and bent outward, And both of his legs were crushed inward - the blow he recieved in the cave was devastating. Quickly trying to crawl away, he used his right arm to try and drag himself along... It was futile.

The sound of stomping as a huge beast approached Baxton forced him to roll over and face it. As he turn, He was stomped on and crushed under unrealistic amounts of pressure as a huge claw slammed down over his shoulder. Sadly, It was the fact that he turned to look at the monster that he is still alive. If he didnt turn... The claw would have severed his spine.

Taking his right arm and destroyed left arm, He tries pulling the claw off of him to no avail.

After which, The monster yells the following:

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I had posted this story before, But it was taking up alot of space, so I eventually had to remove it. So I descided to repost it with a GIF if me kicking ass on Battlefield 3.

This person's name is Orillian Flameburge, he is part of the U.S.A.F and his current location: Hell. Literally. Iraq, Afghan.
This is a fictional character. In a real life scenario.
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His gun round's the corner and--- As fucking if. You think I'm gonna start my story off this way? *Snaps his fingers*

Two gunshots go off and hit his gun, which explodes in his hands.

"WOAH SON OF A BI---" He yelped before a grenade lands next to him. "MANDEZ! RUN!!!!" Orillian run's foward, grabs the grenade and tries to throw it away.

It only gets BARELY out of his blast radius before it explodes, when it explodes, it sends two peices of shrapnel though his Vest and into his skin, only digging in a half inch.

"Damnit! Where is the field medic?!" Orillian shouted after he fell to the ground from the shock.

"Gone, Tech Sergeant!" Senior Master Sergeant Mandez replied.

"Damnit! How many of these god damn guys are there?!" Just as he yelled that, something smacked him in the face.

He tried to get up and look down at it, but he already knew what it was.

"FLASHBANG! TURN AROUND, FLASHBANG!" As soon as he said it, his entire squad got behind cover of the School they were in.

But Orillian tried to be a Hero.

He picked up the Flashbang as time seemed the slow down... he counted the remaining seconds.

3... it left his hand... 2... it was a foot away from him... 1... 3 feet... 0...

It goes off, even if he did turn his head just in time, the Flashbang still blinded him.

"DAMNIT! GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING. FUCK!" he yelled, as his eyes felt like they were ripped out.

"ORILLIAN! Stand still, damnit!" Mandez told him.

Orillian listened to the battle hardened Master Sergeant.

Mandez grabs Orillian out of the open and drags him behind a school desk.

"Fuck my eyes are bleeding! I can't see, what's going on! WHAT IS GOING ON, DAMNIT?! WHERE ARE WE?!"

"Oh right... I keep forgetting they dont have schools where you come from, Orillian." Mandez said, then reassured him. "Orillian, keep calm, the squad is advancing, I'm gonna stay behind and tend to you--"

"Fuck me! My guys are out there getting chopped to pieces and you want to help a guy who is temporarily blind? Get the fuck back on the front line, Master Sergeant!" Orillian yelled at him.

"Is that an order, Tech Sergeant?" Mandez asked seriously.

"You better believe it." Orillian said.

Orillian felt around for his ammo and handed his magazine's to Mandez.

"I know how much you LOVE to miss everything you are shooting at." Orillian said, almost laughing.

"Hahaha... you asshole." Mandez replied with a large sense of humour

Mandez stood up, thanked Orillian and left.

Orillian pulled out his emergancy USP .45 Pistol.

"Alright... now I just have to wait for this shit to get out of my eyes---" a gunshot cut off Orillian. And the voice of somebody getting shot in the hallway that Mandez just ran into.

"... Oh god..." Orillian pleaded.

He stood up from behind the dest and looked between the three hallways around him.

Just then his vision started coming back a little.

And he saw Mandez... He saw him fall over.

"... No..." he raised his pistol, as soon as Mandez fell over, every single bullet in Orillian's magazine seemed to fire so fast at the person standing next to Mandez. Every... single... bullet... hit the person square in the heart.

"MANDEZ!" he shrieked as he got up and stumbled about, also reloading, trying to get pass his still sort of blinded eyes.

"... Orillian... get... the hell... away..." He tried to get Orillian to stand still.

Orillian came to a halt. And then realised why. There was a claymore around the corner... not even 1 cinimeter away.

"Holy... shit..." He said as the laser lines came a billionth of an inch from his eyes. he backed up a couple steps and shot the wall.

The Claymore went off and he heard 3 people around the corner get caught in the blast.

"Payback, bastards." Orillian swore as he ran for Mandez, as soon as he got 2 feet from Mandez, he purposefully slides on the blood between them so he can arive at Mandez, ready to help.

"Orillian... you're one tough bastard..." Mandez said. "But if you think for one minute, a shitty 9.33 AK 47 is gonna drop this bigass bear, you got another thing coming."

"Yeah, it kinda did drop you." Orillian said. "Like a bad conversation."

"Like this conversation. Lets go---" Mandez tied to stand up... but he had no feeling in his legs. "... Um..."

"Oh, fuck that." Orillian said. "Drop a 30 pounds and MAYBE I will give you a piggy back."

Orillian stood up, picked Mandez up by his hands, lifted him over his shoulders, then put him around his back and neck

"Stay." Orillian said, as if talking to a dog.

"Shithead.." Mandez replied.

Orillian started walking out of the school... but what he saw... it would leave a permanent scar in his life. 3... huge.... mushroom clouds.

"... Orillian... those... are over the Airforce Base..." Mandez said in disbelief.

"... I know." Orillian said... Almost as if he could'nt feel anything right now.

Orillian started walking toward a opening.

"This is Sea Knight 'Orange 2-12', did you guys seriously think a couple nukes would screw this war up? Yeah right. I spotted you guys from over top of one of the Sky Scrappers." The Sea Knight said.

"Get to an area that I can land without taking a bullet to the brain and I will evac you."

"Understood, This is Orillian and Mandez, We are going to try to clear a spot for you---" He was cut off by a guy from above them tripping off the roof we was sniping on.

As soon as he hit the ground, his Dragunov discharged and shot a bullet at Orillian.

It missed Orillian by a nose hair, but he heard a scream from on a roof next to him.

Another person fell off a roof next to him.

"How convieniant?" Orillian asked. He walked over to both Dragunov's, gave one to Mandez and took one for himself.

Orillian continued through the entire city till he got to the outskirts... Where he almost gave up hope.

20 A.A. guns... 6 Mortar teams, 70 men... and 9 helicoptors. He also saw the flash of a Barrett .50 Cal M82 Sniper Rifle from a building as it shot a P.O.W in the middle of the outpost.

Orillian turned to the voice of at least 200 people coming toward them from behind.

"Fuck." Orillian swore. Then he remembered. C-4. Oh yeah, baby.

Orillian quickly ran to a nearby building. but he only have 4 satchels of C-4. Who was he going to take out... the Outpost?... Or 200 men?

"Click Click" the C-4 went... and the entire outpost of 20 A.A. guns, 6 Mortar Teams, 70 men and 9 Helicotpors were crushed by a building that its supports were destroyed.

Orillian went running to the fallen outpost as the 200 men started running instead of marching.

"Mandez! How much ammo?" Orillian asked.

"150." Mandez Answered.

"225." Orillian said.

"Set me down in a place where we would be hard to spot... and take my claymores." Mandez said.

Orillian searches Mandez... to find 10 claymores.

"Now you are speaking my language. The 'Boom' Language." Orillian said, apearantly happy. He set down Mandez behind a destroyed truck for cover.

Then he ran into a nearby building and set the claymore's along its supports. as soon as he left the building, he shot a claymore.

"Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click" each of the 10 claymores set off. And the building started tumbling down. The building hit another building... that hit another building, that hit another squad of 200 men coming toward them.

But he heard the shouts of at least 5,000 people as they started coming toward them from another direction.

"Holy fuck... there was another army of those guys? At least we cut them off." he said, as he listened to the entire army closing in on them.

"Im setting the beacon for the Sea Knight." He pushes a button on his suit. Just then Orillian's headset came to life.

"This is Sea Knight Orange 1-12. We got your beacon... and we are going to come in. Hot."

"God, I love the sound of that." Orillian said.

And the army started coming into view, toward them... bullet after bullet. Man after man... after only a minute, they were all out of ammo... and there was still an army coming.

"Orillian? What are you planning?" Mandez asked in shock.

"Hehehe." Orillian pulls out his combat knife. "I have one awnser for them. Its Sharp, Its Shiny, and it leaves a deep impression.

Orillian started running toward the army, his combat knife in his hands, going cover to cover. One after another, he would take down a unsuspecting person. Untill he could'nt cover one of their mouths fast enough.

An entire hail of Lead rain started going all over the battle field. and Orillian picked up one of their weapons and started firing back. Every single round hit at least 2 people. "Braka Braka Braka Braka" His A.K. 47 shouted. "MY FRIEND ONLY KNOWS ONE, LOUD, OBNOXIOUS WORD!" Orillian said, with a hit of glee and heroism.

Orillian threw down his empty gun, grabbed a body and slid behind a truck... then equiped the bodies ghillie suit.

"Its called De-oderant, Asshole." he said as he slipped into the dead sniper's ghillie.

He ran into the crowd of people getting cover from Orillian. And started secretly taking them down, one by one.

After a while, he started sprinting at Mandez, holding his Bloody knife in the air.

Mandez knew it was him, as soon as Orillian arived, the army started shooting at the both of them.

"VVVVWWWWEEEEEEERRRRNNNN ZZZZZZTTTTTTRRRRRRRR" A sound came from the air, and the entire army dropped. Dead.

"WOAHLY SHIT!" Mandez looked up to see a Sea Knight with its Vulcan Mini-Gun spinned up. The end of it was glowing... Red... Lava Red.

"GET THE FUCK ONBOARD! NOW! WE SAW 50,000+ foot mobiles on their way!" the Sea Knight Pilot called.

"You don't have to tell us twice!" Orillian picked up Mandez and started running at the Sea Knight. Just as soon as they were 50 feet from it, the entire army came into view.

"PTHHHGREW!" a Barrett .50 Cal M82 Sniper yelled as a bullet hit Orillian in the stumach. Orillian fell, but knew what just happened and tried to get Mandez closer to the Sea Knight. Mid fall, He throws Mandez at the Sea-Knight.

"Orillian!" Mandez called as he slid out of the sight of the Sniper. His heart stopped when he heard the Barrett .50 Cal M82 Sniper hit Orillian again, And Orillian go lifeless.

"... Orillian... oh god..." Mandez begged for this all to just be a bad dream... but he never woke up. 2 people came out of the Sea Knight and ran at Orillian and Mandez.

"NOT ME!" Orillian yelled, somehow still alive. He crawled away from the sight of the Barrett .50 as a bullet hit the very tip of his Combat Boots.

"Leave me a M16 and 5 spare magazines." Orillian said. "But get Mandez out of here!"

One of them stopped, looked at the other... then handed Orillian an M16 and 5 magazines. "That determined look on your face reminds me of when 10 men stayed in a bunker to fight an entire army... There has to be another way." The man said.

"There always is," Orillian said. "But after all, it's a good day to die."

"Indeed... It is." Mandez said.

"This is a brave thing you are doing, Son. You'll be a war hero for this." one of them said.

"And im willing to do it again, Dad - I mean... Master sergeant ' Foley', Sir."

"Just make sure to remind'em all how handsome I was." Orillian chuckled to himself. "All the best... Goodbye old man."

Foley nodded at Orillian and helped carry Mandez back to the Sea Knight.

"I'M NOT THAT OLD, ASSHOLE!" Mandez shouted.

"Was'nt talking to you, Old as DIRT guy!". Orillian replied, having his last laugh.

"Where is the other?!" The Sea Knight pilot yelled.

"He is staying behind..." MSgt Foley Said. "He is going to give us a chance."

"... I understand... Your kid is brave." the pilot said.

"... My turn." Orillian said. He unhooked a flashbang as the Sea Knight took off, and threw it at the army.

Then... he started unloading on them. Untill he heard a small whistle "sssswwwwwtttt" .

"Oh... fuck..." Orillian said in fear... He looked around for something to cover himself with... and all he found was a fridge.

"bbbzzZZZVVVVKA---" a 250 megaton hit the ferris wheel next to the fridge.

"Hold on tight! We are in for some chop!" the Sea Knight was BARELY outside the range of the EMP zone, but the Nuke did'nt touch them.

Half the Seak-Knight was hit by the EMP wave. "WOAH!" the Pilot yelled "SYSTEMS BACK ONLINE!" The Sea Knight started going to the closest base it knew.

A week later.

Mandez watched as 7 men 21 gun saluted Orillian Flameburge Foley for his heroism on the field, ending his life to save 14 men, including his father.

"--- And with this act of currage, we award him the Medal of Honor, May it suit you well." 5 Star General Serjaro said.

"... Bit early to be throwing a funeral party if im still fricken here, isnt it?" Orillian stepped out of the crowd with large bruise marks on him, and his father's M16.

"... No... Fucking... Way..." almost everybody in the entire crowd said.

The General stared in disbelief. "I was on that Sea Knight! I saw that nuke hit you head on!"

"Maybe you did'nt notice that when we blew up that outpost... they were having dinner. I climbed into a fridge." Orillian said.

"You sons-a-bitch! you know those things are deathtraps!" he yelled at Orillian as his father punched him in the chest.

"OH FUCK! Maybe you dont realise, But that is where that fucking Barrett hit me the second time!" He yelled in pain.

His father grabbed him and hold Orillian to his chest. "Damnit kid... one day you are gonna fall onto something as stuborn as you are... and I don't do bits and pieces."

"You fucking lucky bastard! Were you trying to get yourself killed?!" a voice came from the crowd.

"What, you want a hug too, Mandez?"

"That'd be nice." Mandez rolled foward in a wheel chair. "Now, get in the god damn grave before I put you there for scaring me like that."

"No can do, buddy. I need to get laid at least once in my life before I die." Orillian said with a grin on his face.

After about 20 minutes at his own funeral.

Orillian started walking to his Barracks. "Make a left turn down the first street in the left side of the Air Force Base... then turn to the right after 20 feet, then make another left after 10 feet." He said as he went.

He arrived at his barracks and everybody there looked at him when he entered. He just smiled and waved.

"Poker, Texus Hold'em, No limit. Up for it, Orillian?" A familier voice called. "Sure, Old Man." he walked over to his Father, sat down and took up a hand of cards.

2 aces, and 2 in the "River".
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The only fictional character in this entire story was Orillian. My father is currently in Afghan. (Edit. He is back now.)

So I thought to make a story that included him.

This story was made off the top of my head, just making ideas as I went, if you have any idea's... Feel free.

Levon was on Planet Tribute, a planet where his Mercenaries are at a full out war with another Mercenary Group, And Levon was being locked onto by another Jet... Lets see what he does. Before you bitch, Levon cant use his armor on Tribute, Or else it attracts other Angels. That is why you see him in regular army uniform. His weapon is a downgraded version of the Hellbringer.

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