Prologue
The world. A fragile thread between the rational and the irrational. That weak thread had always existed: some crossed it and became criminals, others clung to it and lived in peace with that instinct buried deep within themselves.
August 30, 2025.The date everything went to hell.
Some called it divine punishment, others said it was simply karma for humanity. It could have been anything, but there was only one coincidence: a terrible joke from that god, if such a being even existed.
The ten plagues of God from ancient Egypt.
What did the mixture of fiction and reality have to do with it? Perhaps not much, but it was the only clue anyone could take to understand what was happening.
The ten plagues, each worse than the last, struck the world as we knew it.
The first began with a terrible earthquake in various parts of the world.
The second came shortly after, a rain of acidic blood capable of melting anything organic.
The third plague… nobody knew when it began, but it was discovered years later, when no more children could be born on Earth.
The fourth plague was the worst, and the penultimate… God had said it would unleash Death, and so it was released. But this time, it didn't take lives—it returned them.
If the fourth plague brought death and despair, the fifth was the one that ended the last man on Earth… it accelerated evolution. Humans, throughout the ten plagues, had always evolved slowly, consuming the cores of normal zombies. But with the fifth plague, that advantage was lost, along with all hope.
And the most terrifying part was that five more still remained…
"If things are going to be like this, just kill me already!" Richard shouted to the sky. His tendons had been bitten and destroyed, and with one arm amputated, he could do nothing.
He had long since lost hope… in fact, he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he saw the woman he loved die. He had managed to evolve into the last one alive—but at what cost?
He had watched his comrades die, his wife perish, and his first girlfriend betray him, all for trusting a world where the old saying 'manners make the man' no longer mattered. Here, you either took care of yourself or died trying to be a hero.
The moon accompanied his lament. The moon, red like the blood staining his uniform.
"If there is a second life, I hope I can see them in the afterlife.""What a damn joke, death doesn't even exist anymore," he muttered bitterly for the last time.
"I love you all…" were Richard's final words before every part of his body was mutilated by the being standing before him.
It was a grotesque mockery of an angel, though if all of this truly had happened as divine punishment, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a real angel.
Multiple eyes covered every part of its body, black wings darker than the night, stained with blood, and human heads formed the flesh of its form.