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 repressed deep within their being.
August 30, 2025.
The date when 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 by that god, if he 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 that could be taken to understand what was happening.
The ten plagues, each worse than the last, attacked the world as we knew it.
The first began with a terrible earthquake in various parts of the world.
The second came shortly after, with a rain of acid blood capable of melting anything organic.
The third punishment... no one knew when it began, but it was discovered years later, when no more children could be born on Earth.
The fourth punishment was the worst, and the penultimate one... God had said he would unleash Death, and so it was unleashed. But this time, it did not take lives, but gave them back.
If the fourth punishment brought death and despair, the fifth was the one that ended the last man on Earth... it accelerated evolution. Throughout the ten plagues, humans had always evolved slowly by consuming the nuclei of normal zombies. But with the fifth punishment, that advantage was lost, and with it, all hope.
The most terrifying thing was that there were still five more to come...
"If this is how it's going to be, kill me now!" Richard shouted to the sky. His tendons had been bitten and rendered useless, and with one arm amputated, he could no longer do anything.
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 left alive, but at what cost?
He had seen his comrades die, his wife perish, and his first girlfriend betray him, all for trusting in a world where the old saying "manners make the man" no longer made sense. Here, you either took care of yourself or died trying to be the hero.
The moon accompanied his lament. The moon, red like the blood that stained his uniform.
"If there is still a second life, I hope to see them again in the afterlife." "What a damn joke, death doesn't even exist anymore," he sneered bitterly for the last time.
"I love you all..." were Richard's last words, before every part of his body was mutilated by the being in front of him.
It was a grotesque mockery of an angel, though if all this had truly happened as divine punishment, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a real angel.
Multiple eyes covered every part of its body, black wings as dark as night, stained with blood, and human heads formed the flesh of its form.