The Fire and the Fury
Thomas woke in a panicnthen calmed as he saw Luke beside him, a fire crackling, fish sizzling in oil.
"Good morning," Luke said. "Well… night, technically."
"How long was I out?"
"A few hours. You recover fast."
"I owe the samurai for that."
Luke nodded. "Tell him I said thank you."
Inside Thomas's mind, the samurai stood silent, arms crossed, listening.
Thomas smiled. "He says you're welcome."
"I did not say that," the samurai snapped.
Thomas shrugged and thinks. "You gotta say something when someone thanks you."
The samurai rolled his eyes. "Eat fast. We're in enemy territory."
Thomas agreed. "Luke,it smells good"
its ready."
They ate—crispy fish, fire-baked bread. Then Luke pulled out two chocolate peanut bars.
"Cheers," he said, "to a brighter future for humanity."
Thomas didn't speak. He simply accepted the moment.
Then—a sound.
From inside one of the buildings. The ruin builiding infront of us.
Thomas grabbed his sword. Shirtless, hair down. He and Luke moved like a SWAT team—clearing halls, checking rooms.
Then Luke opened a door.
A boy sat inside, clutching a toy, crying.
Luke lowered his Blade. "Hey, little man. You're safe now."
He reached out gently.
Then—an axe swung from the shadows.
Luke evaded the attack with his blade just in time. A man attacked again, but Luke disarmed him, pinning him down.
"I'm not your enemy!" Luke said
A woman cocked a gun. "Get off my husband!"
Luke raised his hands. "I'm here to help."
"The world is over," she said.
"Hope isn't."
Her soul hesitated. But the man screamed, "Shoot him, Linda! He'll kill us!"
Linda closed her eyes. "Please forgive me."
Bang.
Smoke rose.
But Thomas stood between them—aura glowing, bullet caught midair.
Linda dropped the gun, begging. Her husband did the same.
Thomas looked at the terrified child.
"I won't kill you. But you better start talking."
They realized Thomas and Luke weren't threats—they were on a mission.
"We've been living in hell," the man—John—said. "Everyone we trusted either died or betrayed us."
Thomas thought: This is why I fight. For people who just want to live.
Then he coughed violently.
Linda handed him water. "You okay?"
"I'm fine."
Luke asked, "Any other survivors?"
"Most tried to reach Perfect City," Linda said. "Light's broadcast promised safety. But many were captured… or hunted."
Thomas asked, "Where's the demons stronghold within the city?"
"Town Hall," John said.
Luke and Thomas exchanged a look.
"Can you take us there?"
"It's dangerous," John warned.
Thomas smiled. "I know."
Linda protested. "We're staying here."
Thomas spoke gently. "If we stay hiding forever, your child has no future."
Linda's eyes welled. "Can you really change things?"
"I won't say I will. I'll guarantee it." Thomas gave a big warm smile.
She believed him.
They moved across rooftops, reaching a vantage point over Town Hall.
Demons gathered—bonfires, drinking, fighting, laughing.
"That's how they live," John said. "They eat, sleep, party. Some are even philosophical."
Thomas nodded. "Thank you, John. Go back to your family."
Luke armed his bow. "Leave the rest to us."
John left silently.
Below, goblin-like demons roasted a pig.
"My favorite part," one said, "is when they beg for mercy."
"Or offer money to be spared," another laughed.
"Or when they think they have a chance," a third cackled.
Luke whispered, "Monsters."
Thomas's aura flared. Hands clenched.
"Luke."
"Yeah?"
"Stay here. Cover me."
Luke not arguing but understands says "What will you do?"
"I just want to see what's so funny."
Thomas jumped from the roof—shirtless, sword in hand, hair wild.
"Who's that?" a demon asked.
Thomas shined—blinding light.
Then fury erupted.
Thomas sees the frist demon walk up but before any words Thomas cuts its head off in a slice. The other demons shocked but before they could react Thomas was on the move slicing Punching countering every blow fatal,Thomas was snapping necks, shattering jaws, slicing through flesh. Luke watched in silence and for the first time he heard the cries of a demon. 2 thousands demons were slaughtered. Thomas stood alone—unstoppable.
Luke watched and thought.
The bearded man and Steve would be proud.