Prologue

Prologue

It had been decided that the apocalypse would begin on Christmas day. There had been some haggling over the specific time, but in the end they had decided it had to come late enough that everyone would get to open their presents, but before they realized that the batteries were missing.

There was, of course, one little detail that had to be ironed out but that was really more of a formality. How exactly were they going to bring about the end of the world and kick off Armageddon? So two old foes met in the black void between worlds to discuss the possibilities.

“Fire?” Lucy prompted, looking radiant with her red skin and black silk robe. “Or ice, we can do ice if you would like. I’m not picky.” She didn’t care how the world ended so long as it got her son out of the house, so to speak. At first it had been nice having Josh around but that had gotten old rather quickly. Nobody could sulk like the antichrist.

“How about a flood? There is a precedent.” Lucy mused, looking at the black talons on the ends of her fingertips. “Of course, boats. Boats can be a problem.”

Upon hearing her suggestion a shiver of disgust went through The Metatron’s many wings like he had just seen a particularly well designed life vest. “That’s terrible. Horrific. I mean... could we even pull it off?” He mused, mulling over the plan in his head. “A complete unraveling of the firmament... breaking the fundamental rules of the universe... it would take a lot of power to do something like that. How would we even begin?”

Lucy smiled, he had taken the bait. Now all she had to do was reel him in. “I could motivate certain parties, put things in motion. But I’ll need some divine intervention to speed things along. Which is only fair.” She gave The Metatron a conspiratorial wink.

“Fine.” The Metatron grumbled. “But if this all goes south I’m blaming you.” He winked back at her with about half a dozen eyes.

“Why not?” Lucy said with a shrug, spreading her black bat wings for dramatic effect. “Everybody else does.”