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JULIUS ALLCOTT
In a dark,abandoned waste-water facility, Julius Allcott rushed between the computers he’d set up on a rusted metal platform. Cords and wires snaked everywhere and he had to hop to avoid catching his feet. He checked on the status of the replicate tanks he’d positioned around the city. Good to go. He checked on the Faithful teams in place, waiting with detonators at each bridge leading into the city.
“Is it ready?”his wife said to him from over his shoulder. He took a quick glance to reassure himself she was truly there, and smiled.
Incorporeal, and on another physical plane, his wife and daughter looked at him with loving eyes. Lightning flashed in his mind, and for a split second, he thought he caught a glimpse of something other beneath their faces. Dark holes for eyes. Skin tearing from flesh. Demonic fear as they seemed to scream and shake their heads in revolt. Let us go, they said. But—he shook his head and the strange sight cleared, leaving the smiling faces of his loved ones once again.
He was tired, that was all. He shook his head again to clear the fog and plucked at the chunks of hair on his head.
“Almost, my love,” he replied, refocusing on the task at hand. “I’ve done exactly as you said. The plan is ready to execute.”
Kidnap the mates of the Deadly Seven. Destroy the bridges. Lock down Cardinal City so no one can get in or out. Loose the replicates and other weapons. Watch the city burn and destroy itself. Watch sin finally have its day. And then while that was all happening, while the Deadly Seven were distracted or falling into sin themselves, he would be underground, back at that same spot, burrowing deep into the spirit dimension, opening the gateway for his wife and daughter to come back to him.
“Then what are you waiting for?”his wife asked. “Detonate.”
Julius opened a line of communication with his team and spoke. “It’s time.”
The city foundations rocked. One by one, each bridge was taken out. It was time for everyone to finally see what Julius had always known—there was no escaping deadly sin.
And he was the
“Where there is hope… there is life.”
– ANNE FRANK
father of it.
