645 Pre-Preparations
"Not to sound like a broken record, I'll only say this once... Time... is something we do not have." Several people's bodies trembled when hearing the Grandmaster speak so many words. Oh my God, is the Grandmaster angered? Who has provoked him? Will the world suddenly go up in flames now that he said so many words? Terrible! Everyone, no matter how strong they were, now started shaking in their boots. Their ears were perked to the skies and they swore to complete any tasks given to the best of their capabilities. Thus began the great divide, where all factions were assigned their duties of what they will be doing not just now, but during the war. "How's Protocol C going?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
"Grandmaster, we've been able to evacuate 20~25% of residents in all areas we were originally assigned to." Someone replied.
"Yes, Grandmaster. And like you said, even after evacuation, we allowed them to go out once in a while, soi the place doesn't look so deserted."
The streets must still remain in use, there must still be people in coffee shops, and the world must still continue to operate as 'normal' until the big day comes. They also installed special Countdowns in their phones. For their own sakes, they must keep acting like the 'oblivious' humans that they were.
"Not bad," Dorian nodded. "However, we have to speed it up."
They wished to flee. But how could they escape their boss that was far more powerful than them? It burns... it burns... They melted in a flash, dying and returning to their birth places with no memories of their time now. But despite their deaths, Doyle didn't feel any better. Instead, he was shaking like a leaf, quivering and fearful of the time when the portals would get opened. 'Of my guess is so true, Lord Beelzebub and the other Lords should be arriving back into the Underworld any day from now.' Then, they'll end the war down there before heading into the Human world. So what happens when they return and hear that all earlier plans for the Apocalypse all failed? What? You say the culprit is a measly Horseman and yet you couldn't even stop him at all? What they expect when arriving in the human world, is to see heightened negative emotions in humans. Don't you know that when there is war, hatred and chaos, the level of fear in humans grows 50 times higher than normal when faced with abnormal circumstances?
What were humans to them? Prey... food... meals... —And when is this meal ripe for the taking? When fear and all sorts of negative emotions were at the pique. What's more, the collective forces and powers of all horsemen in the world, were supposed to create a mysterious catatonic force that would aid in awakening the heavenly bond with humans of this world and the heavens. So that when the planets finally ign and the Heavenly link is at its weakest, the devouring of humans would be far easier for them. .
Dammit!
Doyle felt the world spinning around him.
Everything has been planned for so long, and even he thought the job would be a synch. Yet, here he was, with a fucked up badly done job. It's over... he was finished
Where can he run? Nowhere. His failure can only result in one end for him.
'Lord Beelzebub is going to kill me!'