Scene shifts to Epicurus
The insignia glows faintly on his armor: Elite Guard, Rank 6 – President's Personal Gaurd.
-Epicurus
"Show me the sky, O God. Show me how to live."
Epicurus stares at Mori's corpse.
"He's dead."
Exhaling slowly frustrated.
"How the hell am I supposed to make up for this?" Epicurus mumbles trying to find the good in a bad situation.
We don't have the technology to revive him, we can revive near death. But once you're gone. You're gone for good.
Epicurus lifts his gaze. In the distance—far, but unmistakable, he spots Osprey and 4 people assisting him.
Nine hundred meters away. A speck to most eyes, but not to him.
"I fear the storm."
There is nothing in this world more terrifying than the storm.
Not war.
Not monsters.
Not death.
The storm does not rage. It consumes.
Like a Cannibal.
A man-eater.
It does not chase you. It simply moves, slow and patient, knowing everything in its path will become one with the storm.
A storm has no mercy.
It drowns cities without slowing.
It rips the sky open like paper.
You cannot reason with it.You cannot beg it.You cannot stop it.
All you can do is pray you aren't standing where it decides to pass.
This is what Epicurus is.
A disaster that walks. A force of nature shaped like a man.
Not angry.
Maybe cruel.
But, simply inevitable.
And when he arrives, the only thing left to feel is the same ancient, instinctive terror humans have felt for thousands of years.
Vera and Kage each brought only one medic. A low-profile mission meant small numbers, and with Mori's area-of-effect abilities, bringing more bodies would only create more casualties. They thought they were being smart. Careful. Efficient.
They were wrong.
What they didn't expect was to look up and see the medics—their medics—the ones kneeling beside Osprey only moments ago…
…now nailed to the wall.
A massive trident pinned them there, each spike buried clean through their chests. Their bodies hung slack, feet dangling inches above the ground, blood dripping in a thin line to the floor.
The worst part wasn't the gore.
The worst part was the silence.
The trident didn't just pierce them — it crushed them together, folding their bodies unnaturally tight against each other.
Their blood mixed and ran down the wall in thick ropes, their limbs tangled in ways no living body could bend. They were so close genitalia on genitalia, they squished together, it was gross. Like some fucked up joke.
And then we hear his voice, light, childish even. "Have you ever swallowed a lithium battery?" Epicurus asks softly, his voice is low, almost curious. "It burns at over two thousand degrees Celsius."
He pauses. Looking at his perfect fingernails.
A cold pressure settles over the air, like gravity itself has thickened.
Vera's knees buckle. Her lips tremble, eyes darting but finding nothing to focus on. She knew who this was. everyone did.
She mumbled "You killed them...."
Epicurus replied quickly. "I didn't kill anything. That's so edgy, I caught them."
"As you can see the two corpses are stuck together like dogs in heat. Were going to leave them there."
Beside her, Kage's breath catches; he lets out a sharp gasp, sounding like he just fucking died. Snot leaks from his nose as he clutches his throat, trying to pull in air that won't come.
Both of them shake uncontrollably. The fear isn't rational as they realize who it is standing in front of them.
"The Ursurper" the man who killed the King of Canada, Epicurus—the fear was instinctive, primal.
Their bodies react before their minds do. Vera's legs give out completely; she collapses to the ground, pissing herself immediately.
This was it.
The president's elite guard were not allowed to kill the "Elite guards of Mr. N's Liberation Army" This was in fear of sparking a continental civil war. But Vera and Kage were not elite Gaurd. They were seen as just "terrorists" working for the wrong faction.
Epicurus doesn't even look at them.
He simply continues speaking, voice steady, almost conversational.
"We've got this new fighter, seventeen years old. Lazy kid, but his sword burns hotter than five thousand degrees."
"He gave me this scar" Epicurus showed the scars on his torso.
"I don't like him very much..."
"But now that Mori is dead I can't do any more politics to give anyone else rank 7 "he" is undoubtedly going to get it, even though he doesn't want it or deserve it?"
"So what exactly do I do?"
"My lieutenants are too young and not ready, they simply aren't elite guard level. "
"So, I'm out of options."
He shrugs casually.
Not once does he look at them. Not once does he act like they exist.
Vera doesn't think. She can't.
She tri-, she tries to force her mind to form a single clear thought, but the panic crushes everything.
Epicurus: Wait lol.
The words fall apart in her mouth. She stutters, chest trembling, tears already spilling. "I can't say that. I can't. If I say it, I'll die."
Epicurus: Did you pee yourself? Sorry wait, Im taking a picture lol.
Her voice cracks into a whisper, shaking uncontrollably. "I know he'll kill me. I know it. He doesn't care. I can see what kind of person he is."
Vera tries to speak, Kage completely is shut out of the conversation. Stiff like a board in fear his body wasnt even capable of shaking.
Epicurus, putting his phone away, stepped closer to Osprey's body, voice folding into a quieter shape. "Piss girl, Idiot face, Am I not worth talking to?"
As Epicurus kicks the ever living fuck out of Osprey's unconscious body his bandages instantly turn dark red. "So your just gonna ignore me "Elite Gaurd Rank 0" he asked, as though the dead could answer him.
Well this is dissapointing, I didnt even want to be here. What if 1 of my 5 million followers saw me? But Darkened rage baited me so hard I had no choice but to prove myself.
SIgh.
Just close your eyes," he whispered, "Think of it as sleep. I promise—it won't hurt."
He drew for his blade.
Mr. N walks forward.
Epicurus freezes
DEAD.
The word hangs there, plastered across the atmosphere like a command written into the sky.
A pen dragged across the world's page, rewriting existence itself with one stroke.
Epicurus sees a vision.
A giant marker seemed to flash across his face, scribbling words into the air itself: "I fear I am becoming the wolf."
Mr. N continued walking forward
Epicurus was stunlocked
Mr. N kept walking "I will command a great and terrible army. This world is simply a landmark on my list."
"When I was born I was promised the world. "
His smile was almost gentle.
"But what kind of man would I be to settle for what I was promised?"
No
Man
At
All