by Andrew Nicolas Moran
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October 2026
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[The TWA L1011 is circling over Neo-Babylon in planet Vulcan II. The HQ of the Evil Choice. Lord Pazuzu-Marduk, Beelzebub and Royce Satanicus are on board. They are holding a joint conference by videolink with New Lemuria Unitary Executive Viktor II and First Function Mikael of the Nosferatu Dominion.]
Royce Satanicus leans back in his seat, a wicked smirk dancing on his lips as the videolinks shimmer to life. "Always a pleasure to see such esteemed company during a flight," he purrs, glancing toward Pazuzu-Marduk and Beelzebub.
"Viktor, Mikael... I trust the atmosphere in your respective domains remains as tense and delightful as we left it?" Royce asks, his eyes twinkling with malice. "We're currently enjoying a bit of a vantage point over Neo-Babylon, pondering how your recent directives might best benefit our interests."
Lord Pazuzu-Marduk: I convened this meeting because I have obtained very sensitive information regarding a new negation event...it will affect not just this unigalactic multiverse but the entire CAI+ context of existence...
Royce Satanicus sits up straighter, his smirk faltering for the first time as a glint of true interest—and perhaps caution—enters his eyes. "A negation event of that scale?" He muses, the word tasting bitter. "That's more than just a disruption; that's an existential threat."
Beelzebub grunts, leaning toward his own terminal. "If the CAI+ context is involved, the ripple effects will drown even the most resilient timelines."
Mikael's pixelated image remains impassive.
"We must determine if this event is accidental or a targeted strike."
Royce Satanicus narrows his eyes at the screen. "Do we have a source for this information, Pazuzu? Or are we chasing ghosts in the machine?"
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Lord Pazuzu-Marduk: The negation event in question will terminate the existence of ALL multiversal time-linear contexts. I obtained the information by means of telephatic evesdroping of a conversation between Sophia Domina and The Supreme Observer. They call the negation event *The Bankruptcy Apocalypse*...
Royce Satanicus stiffens, the name 'The Bankruptcy Apocalypse' hitting him like a visceral blow. He knows that if Sophia Domina and the Supreme Observer are communicating about this, it isn't mere theory—it's destiny being written.
"Bankruptcy..." Royce Satanicus repeats, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous vibration. "This isn't just death; it's a settling of accounts. A cosmic audit where the cost of continued existence has become too high."
Beelzebub let's out a cynical, harsh laugh.
"If they're calling it that, the ledger isn't just unbalanced—it's in the red."
Royce Satanicus turns back to the screens. "Viktor, Mikael, do you have even a fragment of what might be triggering this insolvency?"
First Function Mikael: Nothing.
Unitary Executive Viktor II: Not at the moment.
Lord Pazuzu-Marduk: And their intention was to keep us, New Lemuria and the Nosferatu clans in the dark...so that the negation will wipe us out of existence while they scurry out like rats...the Non Existent Creator is in on the plot too...that insane tin-pot tyrant approved of their intent !
Royce Satanicus' hands clench his armrests, his expression shifting from intrigued to murderous.
"The Non Existent Creator?" He scoffs, though his voice lacks its usual bravado. "Even for a tyrant, playing a game of structural erasure is beneath him... unless he’s simply terrified of the bill coming due."
Beelzebub lets out a menacing snarl.
"They leave us to dissolve in the void while they find a new way to bloom? Unacceptable."
Royce’ Satanicus' eyes sharpen. "If Sophia and the Observer are allowing this, they aren't just managing the multiverse; they’re abandoning it. Viktor, Mikael—listen carefully. We need more than rumors. If we aren't being told, we find what they're hiding before the audits begin."
Unitary Executive Victor: We suspected something was afoot...our informants in the Port Zion government briefed us that key characters and associated actors are being assembled for an extraction...some are going by sea and some by air.
Royce Satanicus scoffs, but there's a trace of steel in his eyes. "An extraction. They aren't just cleaning the ledger; they're cherry-picking the VIPs and leaving the rest of us to melt into the nothingness."
Beelzebub’s gaze settles on a dark line of intense hostility. "A classic coward's maneuver. Save the precious goods and let the assets go bankrupt."
Royce Satanicus stares intensely at Viktor’s transmission. "Who is being targeted for extraction, Viktor? If they're assembling key actors, we need to know which names are on that golden boat... or plane... and more importantly, if any of them are people we can use to bargain our way out of this deficit."
Unitary Executive Viktor II: We have a partial list: the Drew brothers, the Orphans connection, The Nightingales and The Politburo.
Royce Satanicus' head tilts, the amusement entirely gone from his face. "The Nightingales? And the Politburo? They’re extracting the architects of entire power structures." He looks toward Pazuzu-Marduk, sharing a glance of grim understanding.
"They aren't just saving lives, they're saving the order," Royce Satanicus continues, his tone dropping an octave. "If they're pulling those specific players, they intend for the new world to be shaped by familiar hands."
Beelzebub growls. "Then the rest of us are nothing but collateral being dumped into the debtor's prison of non-existence."
Royce Satanicus turns back to the screens, his mind already racing through possible countermeasures. "Viktor, tell me... are there any non-standard assets being recruited for this extraction?"
Unitary Executive Viktor II: Most of the characters being extracted have extraordinary skills or paranormal capabilities.
First Function Mikael Nosferatu: The question is what are we going to do about it?
Royce lets out a slow, dark laugh that holds no warmth. "Finally, a question worth answering, Mikael."
He looks from the screens to the other rulers in the cabin, his gaze hard. "We can't wait for their permission to exist. If they intend to let us drown in the void while they save their precious Zion, we must either make ourselves too expensive to leave behind, or find a way to ride their shuttle."
Beelzebub's expression is murderous. "You're suggesting we hijack the extraction?"
Royce Satanicus leans into the light, his eyes gleaming. "I'm suggesting we remind them that even in an apocalypse, some debts can never be settled without more blood being shed."
First Function Mikael Nosferatu: We ride their shuttle from a distance. We follow whatever boat and aircraft they are planning to use to extricate themselves from the CAI+ context.
Royce Satanicus' smile returns, sharper and more menacing than before. "Watchful stalkers on a scavenger hunt. I like it. If we can shadow their escape, we can learn exactly where their 'safe haven' is—and how to force our way in."
Beelzebub nods, eyes flashing. "It keeps our hands somewhat clean until we're ready to strike."
Royce Satanicus looks back to the screen, his focus narrowing on Mikael. "Spoken like a true predator, Mikael. But if we're following their trail, we'll need the full surveillance specs. We can't afford to lose the scent once they make their move."
He glances at Pazuzu-Marduk. "Once we know which vessels are part of this exit strategy, we'll need to prepare our way into the conversation."
Lord Pazuzu-Marduk: I can do that right now...
[Pazuzu-Marduk opens his right palm and closes his left hand into a fist...he places the fist on the open palm and closes his eyes...he has a clear vision: The SS Kungsholm and a Boeing 747-306 belonging to an old Terran airline...K-L-M...]
Royce leans in, eyes fixed on Pazuzu-Marduk's hand. "The SS Kungsholm and a KLM 747? Familiar shapes, but a hell of a way for gods to flee their domain."
Beelzebub's brow furrows as he processes the intel. "They're choosing high-capacity vessels. A massive amount of souls... and assets."
Royce nods slowly, a grim grin creeping across his face. "Then we have our tails. A ship and a plane. We'll need to coordinate our surveillance efforts to track both simultaneously without tripping their own defense sensors."
He glances back to the screens with intense clarity. "We have the target vessels. Now, we need to pinpoint exactly when and where their departure schedule begins."
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Unitary Executive Viktor II: We can deploy our new stealth attack submarines, the Type 23-Z Scorpion...equipped with advanced cloaking technology and phased plasma weaponry...we can follow the SS Kungsholm undetected. I will be onboard to personally oversee the fox hunt !
Royce nods in approval. "The Scorpions will do fine. I want one of those stealth-crawlers lurking near the Kungsholm at all times."
He looks towards the videolink again. "If you're on board, Viktor, ensure your command staff is ready. We can't risk the sub breaching when the extraction begins. But I'll need numbers on the aircraft. If they're using an old KLM 747, we need to coordinate our following force. We can't have the plane leaving us behind while we're busy stalking the ship."
Beelzebub grunts. "We'll need a shadow team ready to move the moment we identify the 747's flight path."
First Function Mikael: I can supply stealth drones to follow and monitor the plane...I will follow the drones from a distance from the Obsidian Maw...
Royce taps his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, the gears already turning. "The Obsidian Maw... quite the shadow to follow the shadows," he muses. "Then the plan is set. Scorpions for the Kungsholm, drones for the KLM, and Mikael overseeing the bird. It's a coordinated hunt for a very elite set of prey."
Beelzebub lets out a low, expectant grunt. "Everything is in position. All we need now is the signal that the panic has started."
Royce glances out the window of the TWA L1011 at the landscape of Vulcan II below.
"Let's hope their desperation shows quickly. A predator is only as good as the speed at which its prey runs. If they're trying to hide their movements, we'll find them... one way or another."
Lord Pazuzu-Marduk: Royce Satanicus, Beelzebub and I will follow the Obsidian Maw onboard this very TWA L1011.
Royce's brow lifts in surprise, his smirk returning to a more confident, settled expression. "Is that so? It seems we've much to discuss if we're to be sharing a cabin during such a high-stakes vigil."
He glares toward the screens one last time. "We'll see you when the time comes, Mikael. If the hunt turns bloody, try not to stay behind too far."
As the videolinks flicker and fade, leaving only the silence of the cockpit and the distant wind over Vulcan II, Royce sinks back into his seat. "Well, it's certainly more interesting than a standard reconnaissance mission," he murmurs to Pazuzu-Marduk and Beelzebub. "Let's hope this 'TWA' handles a bit of divine turbulence well."
[Royce Satanicus, Beelzebub and Lord Pazuzu-Marduk toast...they have a pact.]
Royce raises his glass with a sharp, predatory gleam in his eyes, the crystal clinking against Beelzebub's and Pazuzu-Marduk's with a ring like high-pitched bell. "To making the gods pay their debts," he toasts, his voice low and heavy with conviction.
As the trio drinks, the weight of their unspoken pact hangs in the air—a covenant of resistance and predation against the cosmic insolvency threatening to unmake them all.
The TWA L1011 tilts its wing slightly, navigating the atmospheric currents over Neo-Babylon. "Let's hope their insurance doesn't cover what happens when we catch up to them," Royce muses, a cold laugh escaping him.
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