The Creed's Emergence

Prologue: The End? Odd World.

Beginning of Act I: Destruction and Rebirth.

The white light from the atomic bomb scorched the ground and all life around it. Heat burned away even the strongest of material, exposing weak flesh and structures beneath. The heat scorched all, not having mercy for anything that stood in its way. A low rumble could be heard, then from above a mushroom-shaped cloud rising above the skyscrapers that once stood beneath. It was a beautiful city, despite all the chaos of war that went on in the country. A city where people could wander the streets without a worry, carrying shopping bags from fine stores full of clothing that were worth fortunes. People drank wine from fine crystal glasses and gazed upon the city from high balconies on silver skyscrapers. The city was as large as the eye could see. It stretched for miles, and the light was seen from beyond mountains. Everything was beautiful, from the marble statues in museums to the lush gardens of parks. It could be considered a utopia, where everyone lived happily and peacefully. Everyone had food to eat, a place to sleep, and warm clothes to wear. However, the city was plagued with corrupt politicians. Politics dominated the peace in the shadows, hidden by the veils of propaganda. Overweight men in tight fancy suits ordered airstrikes on other cities across shining seas while they sat back in reclining chairs. They commanded armies of men and women who were afraid of death, forcing them to slaughter enemies and innocents alike. All while they bathed in crystal pools with women that could be considered the most beautiful in the world. They began massacres only because they lived with the enemies and were less fortunate. The atrocities the politicians committed only gradually became worse. Their sins outweighed the good. They were funded by radical gun groups so they could stay in office, made laws against people so they could not be themselves. Anyone that wasn't rich suffered. No one protested. They were quickly eliminated before the public could see them. Girls were taken from the streets, used as slaves to the politicians, children were taken from their mothers at the country borders, the poor lived among garbage in shanty towns made of scrap. Until finally, another Superpower far across the sea snapped. The horrors caused by the city were enough to fuel the rage that would even make the strongest of men turn to destruction. They sent a plane far mightier than any other. A super-fortress, which would end the war and the city itself. Even if they killed the city, the nightmare would be over.
Anika had been laying on the dusty earth, unable to walk any longer. With a bullet lodged in her leg and exhaustion taking over, she could only do one thing. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate. A fate where she would die a fiery death and never see the world again, ever. One where she would feel her entire body on fire and her skin melt. It was one that no one ever wished to have. Anything else could be better than being burnt to nothing. Many faced this fate, and some didn't even know it was coming. People hid behind walls, hugging their families and waiting for the time to come out from hiding. Men and women wandered the streets to find shelter if another airstrike were to come. Despite the earlier airstrikes earlier, a bomb of such magnitude was not expected. So many lives could be saved if only someone alerted the city. But no, life is cruel. Life will not tell people when to hide or when their time is up. Only the strongest and the smartest could make it out alive. Yet, even in this situation, no one would make it out alive.
She could see her sister's image within her mind. The smiling face of a young girl with brown hair and blue eyes like her. She would not see her anymore after this. She would just become a number. A number on a television screen counting the casualties from the bomb. She could already see it and hear it.

"An atomic bomb was dropped in the early morning. The Capital has been destroyed. There were almost five million casualties. There were no survivors that we know of, or none at all."
The television showed the destruction that would follow the bomb. Leveled buildings and piles of dust from trees or... Even people. It was even hard to tell if anyone had survived. But no one had. Not a single soul survived the blast. Among the dust and rubble, there was a single wall standing. The wall is the remains of a once luxurious cathedral. A place of worship where every person was accepted no matter who they were. It was a place of safety. Now, it was nothing. It was just a memory. A memory that would die off after many years.