Third Great War: Episodes 6-8
By: Pho
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles, I don't claim to. I only own the Setara and Vinkari as they are original characters.
A/N: I've decided to push on after a long hiatus. I was an idiot to do this Third World War, but now I have figured out how to end it quickly, by grouping the episodes together. When this is over with, I intend to go back to the roots of Gargoyles, more personal reactions, less absolute destruction.
Episode 6: The Cult
Synopsis: A doomsday Cult springs up worshipping the Vinkari. Will the Vinkari come out of hiding, while it is vulnerable in Elisa's body?
Tothan's Prophecy: "They shall arise like roaches from dark cracks and corners. They will worship an evil one and begin a new threat to the world."
Hudson flipped the channel yet again.
"We can now confirm that millions are dead after the assault on..."
Hudson hit the remote again.
"We are now speaking to a member of an enlightenment movement," said the reporter in a calm voice,"They worship a Goddess they call the Vinkari. Please tell us about your religion."
Hudson felt his eyes widen, and his bones creaked a little as he jumped from his chair," Lads, Lass, yuir going to want to see this!"
The Clan filed in, and as silent observors in the background the Setara and Xanatos stood within the doorway to the room.
"What is going on Hudson, is there an attack," rumbled Goliath.
"Not that lad," whispered Hudson," A religion worshipping the Vinkari!"
Goliath and everyone else stood silent at that revelation.
"We worship the Vinkari for she is a bringer of peace and chaos," began the Cultist.
"Excuse me," said the reporter," but aren't chaos and peace the antithesis of each other?"
"Not in the case of our Goddess," said the Cultist, his sandy blonde ponytail shaking from side to side behind his head.
"Please, continue on that line," said the reporter, intrigue plastered upon his face.
"Our Goddess, the Vinkari, comes to bring peace upon the world. However many are not worthy of peace," his voice remained steady but slightly showing anger," and some need to be cleansed before the peace can reign. Thus she brings the chaos of war upon this world to end the reign of those who would corrupt us!"
"Are you saying your Goddess started the War we are now experiencing," asked the reporter, face betraying skepticism and outrage.
"Not in the sense you seem to think," said the Cultist, his eyes reflecting sorrow of how poorly educated this man was in the ways of the divine," She used her divine influence to nudge the right people! Those people were holy agents used to start the cleansing, before the Rebirth!"
The reporter was clearly disturbed," We'll be back after a few more moments to talk to our correspondents in Rome, where the Pope is condemning the violence around the world..."
"It seems that this Cult could become dangerous," mumbled Goliath thoughtfully.
"You know nothing of how dangerous Goliath," said the Setara from the back of the room," With her own Army of followers she will be unstoppable, or nearly so. If this cult continues to grow, I will be forced into an action like none I have committed before."
"What do you mean," shouted Brooklyn.
However the Setara didn't respond, his golden cloaks merely dragged along the floor as he turned his back. His footsteps fell to lightly to hear as he left the room.
Hundreds of them were there in Times Square, members of the Cult of the Vinkari. They were in crimson robes, holding up daggers encrusted with black crystals, protesting other religions.
"You have quite a view from this office," said the Setara with a smirk hidden beneath his hood.
Dominique Destine turned to him, full of rage and demanded," How did you get in here!?"
The Setara shook his head slowly," I suppose we never really hit it off during the last time we met, did we Demona?"
For once she was taken back in shock," How..."
"Please Demona, I keep up on current events," said the Setara, nonplussed by her shock," and I remember the past. I remember how scornful you were of the Humans, yet I also remember Verdun."
Her face went very pale as she sat down behind her desk, remembering Verdun.
"Yes," said the Setara," You remember our meeting during the Great War, don't you? Even among all those centuries of pain and hate for the Humans, you can remember the suffering at Verdun, and how you showed compassion to that dying soldier."
"I don't wish to talk about it," said Dominique through clinched teeth.
"Of course," said the Setra, actualy sympathy creeping into his voice as he went over by her chair to the window," Seeing them mill about down there, it makes me think. Unless someone acts soon, the Humans may finally kill themselves off."
"Godd," said Dominique in an almost gloating manner.
"Now Demona, you know that even though you hate the Humans, you could never live for an eternity without having tried to stop it. Besides, they kill each other, and this world will be a wasteland, unfit for anyone."
"You have a point," agreed Dominique reluctantly.
The Setara continued to stare from the Nightstone CEO's window down at the Cultists, now engaged in a riot against the NYPD.
The Sun began to set behind the Nightstone building when the Setara finally spoke," Demona, I came not to dredge up memories from a past war we would both like to forget. I came to ask for assistance."
With a primal scream of pain ringing within his ears, he knew her transformation was done.
"What do you have planned," asked Demona, knowing she had to help him, or risk the destruction of the world.
"An attack on the Illuminati themselves..."
Episode 7: To Cut Off The Serpent's Head.
Synopsis: The time has come. Demona and the Setara launch an assault into the Illuminati Headquarters with the hope of killing the Council Members. This will hopefully end their backing of the war.
Tothan's Prophecy: "The two shall go together, the Demon and the Mysterious One. For separate reasons and yet the same. They will storm the gates of the Hidden Ones, and attempt the impossible."
"Are you insane," asked Demona level headed.
"Not at all. There are two entities that keep this war continuing. One is the Vinkari, currently in the body of Detective Maza, the other is the High Council of the Illuminati. We kill the Council, we force the Vinkari to take a more active role in the war, and then we kill it," explained the Setara," but if you've suddenly become a coward..."
Demona's talons slashed so fast that they seemed to be a blur, but the Setara did manage to dodge, barely.
"I. Am. No. Coward," growled Demona, one word at a time.
"Then you'll aid me?"
With a glare she uttered her consent," Yes."
The Setara turned to her," Good, for almost anyone else, what we are attempting would be suicide."
The bullets wizzed by her as she performed several tight turns, thankful the winds were great tonight. She was wondering though, how long until the Setar would take all of the guards out.
Suddenly the rate of fire decreased, and then within ten seconds, ceased entirely! With a light thump, her talons dug into the concrete as she landed. When she looked up, she was greeted with the site of the Setara sheething his curved knife.
"Come," he said," the entrance is this way"
Demona quickly sprang into action, running behind him. When he stopped she stopped, and was about to ask a question when he raised a finger from beneath his cloak.
With a silent wave he threw forth a small discus. Darts shot out from the walls and impaled it as if it were a pincushion.
She felt more than saw it, a pulse of magick burst from him, and the dart launchers exploded within the walls. He quickly began to move again, and she darted after him.
They went through dozens of traps before reaching the Council Chambers. Then they arrived to find them...empty.
"Empty," said Demona with anguish permeating her voice.
The Setara nodded," But rest assured of two things at least. The first is they now live in fear, and will spend more on their security, partially undercutting the war effort."
"And the second," asked Demona.
The Setara strolled over to a slumped over body, one of the Councillors, dead by a knife wound," MacBeth did as I asked and managed to kill one of them and escape while we began our assault."
"You brought MacBeth into this," raged Demona.
"Yes," said the Setara smiling beneath his now tattered golden cloak and hood.
Episode 8: Fall From Grace (Formerly: The Islamic Alliance Strikes)
Synopsis: Israel has just been hit by the worst terrorist attack in history. Hamas claims responsibility and in response the unstable Prime Minister orders the execution of every Palestinian. The Islamic Alliance breaks away from the Allies and launches a ground coutnerattack into Israel, while its entire air force bears down on the heart of infidel territory, the United States of America. Barring a miracle of God, both nations seem doomed.
Tothan's Prophecy: "Doom has come for them, yet they do not know yet. Once revealed it will be too late, and may divine intervention aid them."
"This is an RNN Breaking News Alert," said a reporter on the television Xanatos was brooding before," minutes ago the holy city of Jerusalem was all but destroyed by a nuclear weapon! Hamas is already claiming responsibility, saying more will occur if Palestinians are not granted control of the Holy Land."
"This isn't good," brooded Xanatos.
"We take you now, live to a conference by Israel's Prime Minister Glass," said the RNN reporter as the image changed to that of a sixty-something man of gray hair and an obviously unstable nature.
"Israel will no longer stand for this hideous terrorism. As of moments ago I signed a decree, declaring all Palestinians be put to death, so we shall finally know peace," Prime Minister Glass practically screamed.
There was an uproar from the crowd of reporters, one of anguish at the decision. In the background the sounds of gunfire filled the streets.
"General Akbar," one of the Sheiks said warmly," please sit."
"I came to inform you of something wise ones," Akbar said with a grim smile.
"What," asked another Shiek," the saddening slaughters in Israel?"
"Partially," he admitted," but also to tell you, that the Shieks will no longer lead this Alliance on a road of peace. War is the only way."
As he walked out to guards turned around and killed the peaceful leaders of the Islamic Alliance, ending the Alliance's last best hope for peace.
Thousands of tanks and other armored veichles streamed toward Israel...but then a pillar of fire erupted from the sand, destroying them all.
Every Islamic Alliance aircraft was closing on the United States. With its resources spread thin, its Air Forces stood no chance, even with the Setara at the vanguard of its most elite pilots.
As the Islamic Alliance fighters and bombers entered firing range, the amazing happened, a bright light blinded everyone for a few seconds, and when the light was gone, so were the enemy aircraft.
General Akbar was overthrown within two days time by the disgusted citizens of the Islamic Alliance, who voted unanimously to declare nuetrality.
By: Pho
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles, I don't claim to. I only own the Setara and Vinkari as they are original characters.
A/N: I've decided to push on after a long hiatus. I was an idiot to do this Third World War, but now I have figured out how to end it quickly, by grouping the episodes together. When this is over with, I intend to go back to the roots of Gargoyles, more personal reactions, less absolute destruction.
Episode 6: The Cult
Synopsis: A doomsday Cult springs up worshipping the Vinkari. Will the Vinkari come out of hiding, while it is vulnerable in Elisa's body?
Tothan's Prophecy: "They shall arise like roaches from dark cracks and corners. They will worship an evil one and begin a new threat to the world."
Hudson flipped the channel yet again.
"We can now confirm that millions are dead after the assault on..."
Hudson hit the remote again.
"We are now speaking to a member of an enlightenment movement," said the reporter in a calm voice,"They worship a Goddess they call the Vinkari. Please tell us about your religion."
Hudson felt his eyes widen, and his bones creaked a little as he jumped from his chair," Lads, Lass, yuir going to want to see this!"
The Clan filed in, and as silent observors in the background the Setara and Xanatos stood within the doorway to the room.
"What is going on Hudson, is there an attack," rumbled Goliath.
"Not that lad," whispered Hudson," A religion worshipping the Vinkari!"
Goliath and everyone else stood silent at that revelation.
"We worship the Vinkari for she is a bringer of peace and chaos," began the Cultist.
"Excuse me," said the reporter," but aren't chaos and peace the antithesis of each other?"
"Not in the case of our Goddess," said the Cultist, his sandy blonde ponytail shaking from side to side behind his head.
"Please, continue on that line," said the reporter, intrigue plastered upon his face.
"Our Goddess, the Vinkari, comes to bring peace upon the world. However many are not worthy of peace," his voice remained steady but slightly showing anger," and some need to be cleansed before the peace can reign. Thus she brings the chaos of war upon this world to end the reign of those who would corrupt us!"
"Are you saying your Goddess started the War we are now experiencing," asked the reporter, face betraying skepticism and outrage.
"Not in the sense you seem to think," said the Cultist, his eyes reflecting sorrow of how poorly educated this man was in the ways of the divine," She used her divine influence to nudge the right people! Those people were holy agents used to start the cleansing, before the Rebirth!"
The reporter was clearly disturbed," We'll be back after a few more moments to talk to our correspondents in Rome, where the Pope is condemning the violence around the world..."
"It seems that this Cult could become dangerous," mumbled Goliath thoughtfully.
"You know nothing of how dangerous Goliath," said the Setara from the back of the room," With her own Army of followers she will be unstoppable, or nearly so. If this cult continues to grow, I will be forced into an action like none I have committed before."
"What do you mean," shouted Brooklyn.
However the Setara didn't respond, his golden cloaks merely dragged along the floor as he turned his back. His footsteps fell to lightly to hear as he left the room.
Hundreds of them were there in Times Square, members of the Cult of the Vinkari. They were in crimson robes, holding up daggers encrusted with black crystals, protesting other religions.
"You have quite a view from this office," said the Setara with a smirk hidden beneath his hood.
Dominique Destine turned to him, full of rage and demanded," How did you get in here!?"
The Setara shook his head slowly," I suppose we never really hit it off during the last time we met, did we Demona?"
For once she was taken back in shock," How..."
"Please Demona, I keep up on current events," said the Setara, nonplussed by her shock," and I remember the past. I remember how scornful you were of the Humans, yet I also remember Verdun."
Her face went very pale as she sat down behind her desk, remembering Verdun.
"Yes," said the Setara," You remember our meeting during the Great War, don't you? Even among all those centuries of pain and hate for the Humans, you can remember the suffering at Verdun, and how you showed compassion to that dying soldier."
"I don't wish to talk about it," said Dominique through clinched teeth.
"Of course," said the Setra, actualy sympathy creeping into his voice as he went over by her chair to the window," Seeing them mill about down there, it makes me think. Unless someone acts soon, the Humans may finally kill themselves off."
"Godd," said Dominique in an almost gloating manner.
"Now Demona, you know that even though you hate the Humans, you could never live for an eternity without having tried to stop it. Besides, they kill each other, and this world will be a wasteland, unfit for anyone."
"You have a point," agreed Dominique reluctantly.
The Setara continued to stare from the Nightstone CEO's window down at the Cultists, now engaged in a riot against the NYPD.
The Sun began to set behind the Nightstone building when the Setara finally spoke," Demona, I came not to dredge up memories from a past war we would both like to forget. I came to ask for assistance."
With a primal scream of pain ringing within his ears, he knew her transformation was done.
"What do you have planned," asked Demona, knowing she had to help him, or risk the destruction of the world.
"An attack on the Illuminati themselves..."
Episode 7: To Cut Off The Serpent's Head.
Synopsis: The time has come. Demona and the Setara launch an assault into the Illuminati Headquarters with the hope of killing the Council Members. This will hopefully end their backing of the war.
Tothan's Prophecy: "The two shall go together, the Demon and the Mysterious One. For separate reasons and yet the same. They will storm the gates of the Hidden Ones, and attempt the impossible."
"Are you insane," asked Demona level headed.
"Not at all. There are two entities that keep this war continuing. One is the Vinkari, currently in the body of Detective Maza, the other is the High Council of the Illuminati. We kill the Council, we force the Vinkari to take a more active role in the war, and then we kill it," explained the Setara," but if you've suddenly become a coward..."
Demona's talons slashed so fast that they seemed to be a blur, but the Setara did manage to dodge, barely.
"I. Am. No. Coward," growled Demona, one word at a time.
"Then you'll aid me?"
With a glare she uttered her consent," Yes."
The Setara turned to her," Good, for almost anyone else, what we are attempting would be suicide."
The bullets wizzed by her as she performed several tight turns, thankful the winds were great tonight. She was wondering though, how long until the Setar would take all of the guards out.
Suddenly the rate of fire decreased, and then within ten seconds, ceased entirely! With a light thump, her talons dug into the concrete as she landed. When she looked up, she was greeted with the site of the Setara sheething his curved knife.
"Come," he said," the entrance is this way"
Demona quickly sprang into action, running behind him. When he stopped she stopped, and was about to ask a question when he raised a finger from beneath his cloak.
With a silent wave he threw forth a small discus. Darts shot out from the walls and impaled it as if it were a pincushion.
She felt more than saw it, a pulse of magick burst from him, and the dart launchers exploded within the walls. He quickly began to move again, and she darted after him.
They went through dozens of traps before reaching the Council Chambers. Then they arrived to find them...empty.
"Empty," said Demona with anguish permeating her voice.
The Setara nodded," But rest assured of two things at least. The first is they now live in fear, and will spend more on their security, partially undercutting the war effort."
"And the second," asked Demona.
The Setara strolled over to a slumped over body, one of the Councillors, dead by a knife wound," MacBeth did as I asked and managed to kill one of them and escape while we began our assault."
"You brought MacBeth into this," raged Demona.
"Yes," said the Setara smiling beneath his now tattered golden cloak and hood.
Episode 8: Fall From Grace (Formerly: The Islamic Alliance Strikes)
Synopsis: Israel has just been hit by the worst terrorist attack in history. Hamas claims responsibility and in response the unstable Prime Minister orders the execution of every Palestinian. The Islamic Alliance breaks away from the Allies and launches a ground coutnerattack into Israel, while its entire air force bears down on the heart of infidel territory, the United States of America. Barring a miracle of God, both nations seem doomed.
Tothan's Prophecy: "Doom has come for them, yet they do not know yet. Once revealed it will be too late, and may divine intervention aid them."
"This is an RNN Breaking News Alert," said a reporter on the television Xanatos was brooding before," minutes ago the holy city of Jerusalem was all but destroyed by a nuclear weapon! Hamas is already claiming responsibility, saying more will occur if Palestinians are not granted control of the Holy Land."
"This isn't good," brooded Xanatos.
"We take you now, live to a conference by Israel's Prime Minister Glass," said the RNN reporter as the image changed to that of a sixty-something man of gray hair and an obviously unstable nature.
"Israel will no longer stand for this hideous terrorism. As of moments ago I signed a decree, declaring all Palestinians be put to death, so we shall finally know peace," Prime Minister Glass practically screamed.
There was an uproar from the crowd of reporters, one of anguish at the decision. In the background the sounds of gunfire filled the streets.
"General Akbar," one of the Sheiks said warmly," please sit."
"I came to inform you of something wise ones," Akbar said with a grim smile.
"What," asked another Shiek," the saddening slaughters in Israel?"
"Partially," he admitted," but also to tell you, that the Shieks will no longer lead this Alliance on a road of peace. War is the only way."
As he walked out to guards turned around and killed the peaceful leaders of the Islamic Alliance, ending the Alliance's last best hope for peace.
Thousands of tanks and other armored veichles streamed toward Israel...but then a pillar of fire erupted from the sand, destroying them all.
Every Islamic Alliance aircraft was closing on the United States. With its resources spread thin, its Air Forces stood no chance, even with the Setara at the vanguard of its most elite pilots.
As the Islamic Alliance fighters and bombers entered firing range, the amazing happened, a bright light blinded everyone for a few seconds, and when the light was gone, so were the enemy aircraft.
General Akbar was overthrown within two days time by the disgusted citizens of the Islamic Alliance, who voted unanimously to declare nuetrality.