Hells Bells

Finale on the Minskin Plains

Originally Written in 2022.

April 23rd, 2025. Minskin Plains. Minskin Capital. Gods Dimension.

ALIN: ...And with Coliac ceasing support, we can expect our resources to last another week before a complete collapse of our military and government. My generals have informed me that they will be in sight of the capital in the coming moments.

Ozvey stirs her tea, staring death at the duke.

OZVEY: You didn't utilize those summoned from their world and instead went along with Greg's plan causing them all to be captured. Then you convinced Greg into joining you at the front, and when the US found out he attacked one of their own, they fully intervened on the side of Arragon. How I see it, is you caused this downfall of the both of us.

ALIN: So pinning all the blame on me is your way of solving the problem you were responsible for?

Ozevy's glare becomes more intense causing the duke to lower his head in shame, unable to stare at the goddess any further. The palace shakes as Arragonian artillery starts to level the ancient city, with the sound of explosions breaking the silence. The duke remains unfrozen in his pose accepting his fate. Ozvey places the cup back on the table and stands up.

OZVEY: I bid you farewell, you failure of a royal.

Ozvey turns to the door, when it's blown in by a breaching charge. Instead of Arragonians, Minskin troops run into the room, opening fire at the goddess. The bullets cause little damage to the god, only tearing her clothing. Ozvey waves her hand and the soldiers are blown into the walls. Ozvey walks through the destroyed doorway, coming across more Minskins and going through them with ease. The Minskin capital lays in ruin as the artillery and aircraft of Arragon pummel it. Arragonian forces enter the capital and are met with little resistance and instead met with cheering Minskin soldiers who have turned against their government. The troops move through the city until they reach the palace. Seeing the Minskin royal guards restraining their bloodied duke. Ozvey slips through the Arragonian line and makes it to the airfield, where a Coliac transport awaits her. She walks past a couple of Coliacs trying to get their radio to work. A Coliac general walks out of the plane, saluting her.

OZVEY: Deal with the Arragonians.

Ozvey steps onto the plane, when the Coliac troops, from earlier, open fire at the aircraft, killing the general and peppering the plane with holes. The Plane moves forward on the runway, missing a few Arragonian armored cars driving in front of the plane trying to stop it. The aircraft gets airborne, before the flak guns shoot it down, Ozvey snaps her fingers and the military positions are destroyed with spikes erupting from the ground. Ozvey leans back in her chair with a look of despair.

OZVEY: They managed to get through to the capital, right when I was gonna escape flawlessly.

Another general moves up from the rear of the plane and sits in the seat in front of Ozvey. The general pulls out a cigar and lights it.

OZVEY: Smoking in front of a god, this army has really gone down the gutter.

WYTE: I have no idea what army you're talking about, but mine doesn't really care.

The commander flicks the brim of his hat, revealing his face to the goddess.

WYTE: Did you think that was going to work?

A shout from the cockpit fills the aircraft.

PILOT: We have Arragonian aircraft all around us!!

WYTE: It's alright, just keep on course!!

PILOT: Yes Commander Blechin!!

Ozvey stares at him with a drowsy look.

OZVEY: I don't have any allies, do I?

WYTE: You lost all your allies, when we told the Coliac government to purge the cultists in their ranks, for exactly these types of situations. In Fact when Greg's mind control wore off on the Coliac government, you lost what little none cult supporters you had.

The two sit in silence, with Wyte cutting off the ash on his cigar with a cutter, before relighting it. Ozvey looks down at the floor, knowing that resisting beyond this is futile. Getting shot down by the hoards of aircraft flying beside them, or getting cut down by the man in front of her. Even if she escapes she'll be hunted down like a rat in a sewer.

OZVEY: What will be my fate?

WYTE: It depends on if you cooperate, your sister in Stomzia was gunned down trying to flee, while the one in Joneväc is willing to live in exile.

OZVEY:... I'll cooperate.

Wyte pulls out 29-9 restraints. Ozvey holds out her wrists and the restraints go on, sending a shock through her body when the lever is pulled up to lock it. He pulls out a folded piece of paper and a pen. He hands her the pen and unfolds the paper, laying it out on the table between them.

WYTE: Sign away your powers and live in exile in a world of our choosing. Now there is a stipulation in there that if we require you, your powers will come back until we don't need you.

Wyte leans back, snuffing his cigar on the seat he takes his cigar box out and places it in the missing space. He looks back to the defeated goddess, putting the box back in the worn generals coat. He notices her hand shaking, with her resting the restraints on the table.

OZVEY: May I have a suggestion on where I'm sent to?

Wyte lets out a chuckle.

WYTE: The world that your sister runs, I believe her name was... Charzin? Is not a good place to be right now.

Ozvey goes silent at the mention of her name.

OZVEY: How... Did you know that?

Wyte takes out a book with a six pointed star on the front, and plops it on the table.

WYTE: If you don't sign that paper, you won't be the first god I've killed.

Ozvey has a somber look. She signs the paper, when she puts down the pen, a bronze glow emits from her chest, and the paper emits the same glow. The signature turns gold and Ozvey's hair goes from blonde to black. Ozvey stares at the paper as it turns into mist and infuses itself with the book.

WYTE: Strange book your sister had. It is powerful in things that are useless to us and very useless in things that are useful to us, we mostly use it as a filing cabinet.

Ozvey still stares at the table unmoving.

OZVEY: Where am I going?

Wyte looks out the window smiling.

WYTE: Don't worry about that, just enjoy the plane ride, cause it might be the last time you'll see this world.

The plane flies toward a country that deposed the god, escorted by aircraft that hate that god. All that she knows is she made the right decision, but how long will the US toy with her until they snap their jaws around her.

( 29-9 restraints are made to eliminate magic and any abnormal body enhancements that a fugitive may have. The shock people feel from the restraints is a modified fission battery tuned to a certain voltage that cancels the things previously listed. How this works is heavily classified and not known to people outside the research team and government officials who worked on the project.)