Severin sighed, he had left Sonic and the Thinker a heap of pain back in the training room, they were tough, but no match for The Lord of Hate. He strode through the hallways of Castle Sanguine, to the Command Center located in the bowels of Castle Sanguine's various tunnels through Mount Cain. when Frank came out of his chambers, files in hand.
"Hey bro," Frank smiled, patting Severin on the shoulder, following his large friend through the hallways, "thank again for dealing with those Omnipotents." Sev chuckled and gave Frank a noogie.
"No problem, anything for you," Sev let go of Frank and pressed a few buttons on his metal wrist. The two flashed and appeared in front of the large metal door labeled "Castle Sanguine Command Office". The duo entered, and took in the sight. A wide-open room, double-layered, with Swedish, Danish, Norwegian, and Scottish personnel working at various radar stations, keyboards, and other thing-a-ma-bobs lay before them. On the lower level was a slight depression where the Administrators of Control sat in front of a wall of screens, each depicting the profile of one of the... Others. There was the Xenomorph queen who foiled the firebombing of Aperture, Tomoya the Lightning angel whose screen adorned a red skull marking, Gandalf's had a "?", and Tabitha, who Frank West thought he killed, had a screen with more warning signs and red text than all the others combined.
Frank and Severin walked down to the Three Administrators, a Lombax, a humanoid Raccoon, and a Man-Elf hybrid.
"Colonel Ratchet, how are things Peninsula-side?" Severin asked the Lombax, another screen-wall lighting up with a map of the New Swedish Empire, which encompassed all of Scandinavia, Denmark, Iceland, Scotland, the Baltic states, and parts of Baltic Russia.
"Everything's quiet on the European side of the world sir, but there's been a small blip annoying me all day," Ratchet dictated to his superior, getting up from his Administrative desk and making his way to the mapped-out screen-wall.
"And why haven't you checked it out yet?" Frank asked, grabbing a martini glass from a zombie.
"I've been too busy spending 15 minutes to save 15 percent or more on car insurance by switching to Geico," Ratchet admitted, hanging his head in shame. The Man-Elf, Jak, sighed, and hit a few buttons.
"America visual coming up now, sir," Jak stated. The screen zoomed in to North America, then the United States, then Michigan, then Detroit, where flashing lights lit up the night-view. Severin's eye narrowed, and his eyepatch glowed gold.
"Get me the Detroit cams online" Sev barked to the various workers in the CSCC. A buzz of wires and connections wandered about the room, before four videos from various Points of View cam on-screen. Sev and Frank's mouths hit the floor, Tabitha was fire-bombing the city, with the Xenomorphs and other Heroes fighting off her incoming forces. The Xenomorph population was absolutely massive, something Sev had only seen in the Second Wanderer Wars of the 4th Century.
Sev stormed out of the CC, barking orders to every member of the Castle, all the while stripping off his Casual wear for shimmering silver Battle Armor, fused with his Diamond.
"I need the Fighters scrambled yesterday! You go get the Navy on route to Boston! Get the Infantry into their pods! Tell the Japanese Aperture to unleash their Robots on the coasts of San-Fran and Alaska! Frank, take Megas and lay waste to the rest of Great Britain! Someone get Megatron his god-damn coffee!" He stopped out back of the Castle, in the courtyard, before a mighty cage. He grabbed the Australian in charge of the Cage and yelled to him, "Cry HAVOC, and let slip," He raised his arms and the cage collapsed, erupting in fire and demonic screams, "The Dogs of War!" Severin roared and leaped into the fire, only to shoot out of the heat and flame on the back of a Dragon, 60 feet long, 200 feet wide. Twenty others took to the skies, following The Lord of Hate to whatever coast he'd ravage.
The sky was black, lighting ripped through the night as the forces of Sweden ripped across the world, ready to extinguish this angelic menace once and for all.
The Heroes would have to settle for the most unlikeliest of bedfellows this time around. Severin Sanguine and Frank West were ready to fight to bring down this "Tabitha", a fight started by Frank, and to be finished by the Might of Sanguine.
It matters not if an Angel can't bleed, Hell has room for everyone.
