Epilogue: The Battlefield Friends/Akibahara
Akibahara sat upon his throne, a little irked at G.O.R.E.'s latest stunt.
"It's funny, isn't it?" He said to PL4-GU3 or 'The Plague.'
The 'Aki-verse' was a pocket dimension consisting of a red nebula, caught in mid-detonation, suspended betwixt space and time, the cool interstellar winds buffeting the Arch-Demon's oriential-esque features. A sea of onyx stone twirled around aimlessly in space, orbiting Akibahara as he idly tapped his fingers upon his celestial throne – forged straight from a dying Red Star.
"... The acronym 'gore.' I've always discovered such a title humorous, yet so deliciously ironic considering their 'ultimate goal' of, ah, what do they call it again? Freedom? Such an alien and pitiful concept conjured by mere mortals." A pause, "Mm, not too bright, are they?"
The Plague, an android adorned in a silky red robe, coupled with a cast-iron cane and metallic beak took in readings over G.O.R.E.'s recent A.I program: Murder_IV_Monokuma_Rising.exe – so intricately developed, perfectly designed to prepare the rebellion for a Multiversal uprising, yet so foolish enough to implement embarrassingly weak firewalls. If PL4 could grin across that metallic beak of his, he would.
No matter, his Master would end everything oh-so-swiftly...
Soon.
The Arch-Demon grinned, "Yes. It's almost time."
A blood-curdling roar erupted from his throat, a scream of power, anger, invincibility, the cry of a god! His skin peeled away, muscle and sinew bursting and expanding, giving way to tough, ebony reptilian scales, darker than black, "GRAAWGH!" A pair of massive wings tore from his spine, spread wide as arcs of electricity and the air shimmering around its body, his colossal size overshadowing the tiny throne he sat upon...
One more Murder Game left...
One to end it all...
The Tesla-Arc, his unlimited source of power fueling the Arch-Demon, powered on, illuminating the environment in a bright blue hue. It portrayed something: A man! Akibahara peered forward, his beady red eyes witnessing the final sacrifice to finally awaken and deliver himself to conquer the realms... it brought a smile to his lips, "Yes."
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A man, his face covered in cuts and bruises, a bullet hole lodged deep within his sternum. His vision blackens as he presses his back against an unknown cave. The final traitor was on his way... now. Samwise Gamgee, the final innocent surviving his cast list, managed to survive until the dark, dismal end.
His shadow over looms the dying hobbit...
"B-but Mr. DeWitt, we were friends!"
A soft 'click' erupts from his 20th Century era revolver...
"Sorry pal, it's just business."
Boom.
The shot heard around the Multiverse rang, and the end began...