He would nod and watched them leave before looking back to his holo projecting tablet. He would take one last bite out of his sandwich as he pondered for a moment, looking at the ridge position he would be taking.
“Seeing as this is potentially the start… I’m going to need a new name… Something for them to fear and something that goes against what they are, something they can never use.”
He would mark his location before hovering his hand over the keyboard.
”Britannia… your ivory towers won’t protect you for long from me.“
He would type in a single character, his hand on the far right of the keyboard. That singular character was all that was needed to tell the world who he was, and to tell the world he works for no other.
Sistema Iberico, Spain
5:32 p.m
All was quiet on the western front. The natural wildlife was at peace. Birds were chirping, animals were howling, some were eating from the plants.
Sat atop a cliff was Ryan’s Bushnell, equipped with the Smoothbore Rifle, reminiscent of a human sized sniper rifle. It was currently in a crouched position as the Bushnell was not quite flexible enough to lay prone. It kept its rifle nestle between twin rock formations jutting out from the earth underneath.
”Any moment now…”
“Seeing as this is potentially the start… I’m going to need a new name… Something for them to fear and something that goes against what they are, something they can never use.”
He would mark his location before hovering his hand over the keyboard.
”Britannia… your ivory towers won’t protect you for long from me.“
He would type in a single character, his hand on the far right of the keyboard. That singular character was all that was needed to tell the world who he was, and to tell the world he works for no other.
That day, a demon was born.
The demonic messiah known as…
—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————The demonic messiah known as…
ZERO
Sistema Iberico, Spain
5:32 p.m
All was quiet on the western front. The natural wildlife was at peace. Birds were chirping, animals were howling, some were eating from the plants.
Sat atop a cliff was Ryan’s Bushnell, equipped with the Smoothbore Rifle, reminiscent of a human sized sniper rifle. It was currently in a crouched position as the Bushnell was not quite flexible enough to lay prone. It kept its rifle nestle between twin rock formations jutting out from the earth underneath.
”Any moment now…”