Resident Evil: End of Days

End of Days, Part Two: The Lion of the Grim Reaper

Having Thana take Cristiana and I to the Vatican City could be considered one of my worst ideas, but with Chris on the ground, I know I made a better choice than staying home. Besides, the more I think about it, the better I feel about leaving a giant-sword-wielding archangel to watch my girl while I fight on the ground.

And I'm going to enjoy taking as many of the damned as I can. I've sat on the sidelines long enough; it's time to do my part.

I make my announcement known with Thana's usual greeting: A thrown katana, right at the feet of the Devil himself. The archangel lets free a shrill, soul-shattering howl, alerting every demon, angel, and Revenant on the ground. Even Chris about jumps out of his tactical gear at Thana's arrival, but when he sees me, the look of shock on his face is enough.

He's not been expecting me, nor Cristiana.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asks. Thana lands, and tenderly he sets me down. He keeps Cristiana close, but to Chris, he reacts by raising his gun. He thinks the archangel is taking our child. However, I approach.

"Lower your gun," I tell him, "Thana's on our side now."

"Our side?" He asks. He looks at the archangel. "But wasn't he...?"

I nod. "Was, Chris. Now he's on our side." I look back at Thanatos, and he nods to me.

Chris stares at him, then looks back at me. "First," He asks, "HOW? Second, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

I balk a little at Chris' tone. "How is not important, and to answer the second, I asked him to bring me here. I need to help you. I can't stay at home without thinking that I could lose you, as you could possibly lose me."

Chris fixates a hard stare at me. He grumbles, "...only because I know you're stubborn, and I did promise to come home. This is not what we agreed on."

Not now, Chris! "No, it isn't," I tell him, "but I'm here now, and I'm going to help!"

Chris looks at me. He sighs and shakes his head, but he walks over to a Humvee and tosses a combat tactical vest to me. Three magazines for a semi-automatic, and four clips for a handgun, plus a combat knife and a couple extra nifty pockets for protein bars and a flask of my particularly favorite whiskey.

"Don't get carried away on the drinking," He orders me, "But here." He hands me a pistol and the semi-auto rifle. "Now stay at my six. And you better have something touching. If I don't feel you close to me I'll get paranoid."

I nod and look at Thana.

"Keep Cristiana safe," I tell him, "please. She's everything to us."

The archangel thrums. He then rumbles, "Protect...precious one."

Good. He understands what I'm asking. He flies off, and Chris pulls me close for a kiss. He smiles when he pulls back. 

"I missed you."

I can't help but smirk back at him. "Save it for the bedroom. Then you can show me."

He grins, "Oh I'll show you all right."
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Combat carries from late evening to the darkness of nightfall, and finally, Lucifer walks through the city, completely ignoring the rain of bullets at him. They whistle through his form as if he is real but is also not, a walking paradox of pure human belief.

But to Chris and I, he's an evident threat. Most of the demons are dealt with, thanks to the help of His Holiness' archangels and Zakros' Revenants, but Lucifer still has the undead running around.

I need to get his attention. I look at Chris, and he knows what I'm thinking. He asks, "Going to take him for a run?"

I smirk and nod. He looks at Thana, then asks, "What of him?"