The Lost Zerlin

Have it Your Way.

[In a small warehouse, dark lit and mostly empty except for a couple of shelves, a few chairs and tables, and what seems to be a bulletin board and a white board with many things written on it. A figure passes your point of view and pans to follow him as he reaches for what looks like a vial. Within it, it contains a translucent soft green glow from a liquid. On the other hand, he grabs a modern-day rifle from the same table and brings it to his face to inspect both. A female with a droopy hoodie is sitting in a chair in the background, watching the figure do his thing.]

Female: It has been 6 months since you've decided to take "drastic measures."

Cowboy: Do not second guess yourself, Zella.

[The female voice sounds slow in comparison to the cowboy who sounds assrtive and bold. Her voice feels relaxed and non-strained as if she is whispering.]

Zella: I've been receiving many requests to find the sword recently.

Cowboy: Let the humans kill themselves by word of mouth. We have no control over it.

[Zella has her finger up as she was going to continue talking, but her train of thought is interrupted by the Cowboys abrupt answers as he paces back and forth in front of her.]

Zella: But, we do. If i may ask, I feel the energy has changed since last time we spoke on the matter and has been every single time. What is your end goal?

Cowboy: You asked me this question again.

Zella: Answer me!

[Zella stands up and raises her voice out of her whisper. The cowboy freezes and thinks about his answer before he speaks.]

Cowboy: That lost relic of time and space holds secrets to the universe. Something only I was able to recreate a fragment of. Our Queen Ivy held information that could reshape the universe. Even for our race.

[The cowboy pours the vial of liquid into small capsules. Filling every single one he has sitting at his table. As he looks down, the table is golding currently hundreds, if not thousands of small capsules already filled.]

Cowboy: Getting this precious artifact will grant me so much knowledge. Do you think there's a God, Zella?

Zella: I do not equate life with a possibility of a God.

Cowboy: What if I told you: everything that you know may be an entire lie?

Zella: Preposterous.

Cowboy: And at any given moment, this artifact may come back in the hands of an inconsequential and inadequate fragile human? Our princess chose war against her own people. I feel it in me. She believes Earth is her answer to finding out the real truth.

Zella: You have a deranged mindset, sir. With respect, this "war" you claim has started has absolutely nothing to do with you. We're killing innocent humans who have no regard for who and what you are.

Cowboy: Have you gone to church?

Zella: I've said it before, I do not worship, no make-believe fairy tale.

Cowboy: Humans have a black and white understanding of "good and evil." They have a God, and they have a Devil. For most religions, one is good, and the other is bad. However, they know nothing of their souls. I've been to their church's, synagogues, and temples. And what they fear most is the evil embodiment of what they call evil. Dancing with the devil.

[The cowboy slaps a circular grey disk to the side of the rifle]

Cowboy: What I've found out is that they will worship anything and anyone. I despise their ignorance. So this piece of technology will catch their souls and connect it. From within, I have created my own personal 9 hells where they will reside if they get shot by me.

[The cowboy goes into detail of the 9 hells that essentially is created to torment the souls of those that were captured by the bullet of his rifle]

Cowboy: David has been living in anguish. With many other souls that I've taken for me.

Zella: Where did you learn to do that?

Cowboy: A soul, Zella, is an object not from this dimension. A form only the queen herself knows and understands. Human religion has the answers right in front of their faces. Sooner or later, they will call me thier God. They will fall under my command, and they will do as I say.

[The cowboy gets close to Zella and starts to whisper]

Cowboy: Because their ignorance to themselves have no value to understand the truth of the universe. They. are. weak.

[The cowboy presses the rifle under her chin as the metal clicks]

Zella: I am not your slave. I am here for the same reason-

Cowboy: Good. Then, from now on. Everyone will call the Redead. Those who do not serve me will fall into my hell, where they will forever burn, freeze, and scream.

Zella: Your plan is not difficult to accomplish. But your fate-

Cowboy: fate? By who?.

[Zella stands in silence as she processes the question]

Cowboy: Do not question the existence of a larger being. You become one...