Hells Bells

Affronts against God

September 9, 2025. Washington DC. Orian Victims Memorial.

On September 9th, 2024, The day the US buckled and morale was shattered. US troops were in a struggle to save the populace from Orian. Over the span of 5 hours 316,000 civilians and the city of DC would be destroyed in a fiery assault. US troops couldn't enter the city for another hour after the event, due to the overwhelming power of Orian destroying anyone who got close. After all was said and done, only a quarter of congress survived and the country's leadership shattered. In the coming months the United States was under martial law with the military assuming power and confirming it was safe for Moser to return from California. All available troops were withdrawn from various dimensions to maintain law and order, even after Orian was destroyed and the Russian perpetrators dead in Moscow, the military still held onto power until the next election.

This is what a bronze plaque on a table in front of the statue says. The statue is that of a woman dressed in a US military uniform, blindfolded, holding a broken sword dropped by her right side, with a dented shield, with the American flag draped over it, sitting by her feet on her left side. Also by her feet is a mother leaning against the shield holding her child in her arms. Behind the statue a flag pole towers over it, with a tattered flag flying from it, supposedly one that flew on top of the white house when the attack happened. Surrounding the statue and flag pole, are marble walls with the names of the victims of the attack. On the first anniversary of the attack, the 20,000 people still left in the city and people from all over the country, come to mourn the fallen by laying flowers onto the base of the statue and around the marble walls. The mourning ends with a 21 gun salute from a battleship anchored off the coast and a quick message from the president. The protests that engulfed the city ended early for the day out of respect.

September 12, 2025. Kurzen, Imperial Palace. Gods Dimension.

A knock at the door echoes through the bedroom, the guards on the inside of the room open the door, letting the person in. He walks in with the guards closing the doors behind him.

WYTE: They don't give you privacy at all and check everything you do, but they see it fine to let you message me non-stop.

The god pays him little mind focusing on recent data from the oil plains. Saying her remark from behind an ancient book.

LITZAIN: Since when did you not want to come see me every 20 minutes?

The guards stifle their laughter. The commander looked at Litzain in surprise.

WYTE: I don't have a response to that.

Litzain pats the seat next to her

WYTE: As much as I would like to, I have to get this finished.

He pulls out a file and places it on the table, taping his wrist pad to record the upcoming conversation.

WYTE: You know about Icarus, but when you saw her she was severely destroyed. When she was fixed up, I made the observation that she looked a lot like your mother, before the whole execution thing.

Litzain opens the folder examining each photo with a keen eye on the person in them.

LITZAIN: The god of the Innerworld that you killed was my 6th sister.

WYTE: You told us that when we showed a picture of her, yes.

LITZAIN: Right, but the person here is my 12th sister, who was exiled centuries ago. It makes sense as we've discovered labyrinths being used to exile gods after the war of the gods.

WYTE: You aren't surprised?

LITZAIN: My sisters and I are connected by a shared "love" for each other, so we would know if one of us dies or is in danger. So I wasn't worried about her.