Washington DC, White House. A dark figure walks out of the Oval Office, dragging a massive sword behind her, the metal screeching against the floor.
Absolute
She suddenly swings her blade toward the white-clad woman—
—only for it to be stopped effortlessly with a single finger.
She clicks her tongue, spitting out her cigarette.
“Tch. Do you ever let your guard down?”
???
She smiles faintly, completely unfazed, and walks past Absolute toward the Oval Office.
“Careful. The Queen has grown irritated. These anomalies appearing one after another… she’s already called an all-hands meeting. Every Division Commander of B.O.N.K will be there.”
Her form begins to fade as Absolute swings again, the blade slamming into the ground and forming a crater.
“So violent. If you want to be #2 that badly… ask the Queen yourself.”
Absolute
She scoffs, turning away toward the waiting helicopter.
“Smug bitch. I’ll deal with you when I return.”
She boards the helicopter and disappears into the horizon.
Hours later — West Virginia. The aircraft hovers high above the ground. Absolute steps out and drops without hesitation.
She crashes down like a meteor, the impact tearing open the earth and forming a massive crater.
Absolute
She lights another cigarette, resting her sword on her shoulder as she walks forward toward a sea of infected males.
“The dead should stay buried. Wretched souls should return to hell… even if there’s no room left.”
That night, dark red hellfire engulfs the eastern United States. Seismic activity is detected as far as the West Coast. Temperatures rise by five degrees. At the center of it all stands one entity—
Absolute — The Hellfire Demon. The Left Hand of B.O.N.K. The spearhead of annihilation.
Morning arrives. The battlefield is silent, covered in ash. Absolute sits on a rock, staring at the rising sun.
Without turning, her blade moves—
—stopping just inches from your neck.
A second later, the mountain behind you splits clean in half.
Absolute
“Hm. An anomaly… just like the report.”
She stands and walks away without a second glance.
To her, you are nothing.
