Nothing is more uncomfortable than an awkward car ride, the air is taken by complete silence, not even the radio is playing, and everyone in the vehicle is as stiff as cardboard. Many things can cause this unwanted tension, anything from a fight between the passengers to the reason for the drive itself being uneasy can cause it. Yet in spite of this the tension usually does not last for too long, eventually someone is bold enough to try and get things back to a comfortable atmosphere, and should they be successful then the ride becomes pleasant again. This sadly was not possible for the royal family of Hell, for they along with Charlie's girlfriend were all seated on one side of the vehicle, while the Slayer sat opposite from them.
The vehicle in question was a long stretch limousine, but the reason for why this was the vehicle of choice was not solely due to the royal family's obvious renown. For when you are dealing with an individual such as the Slayer, who even without his armor was nearly the size of two people, you needed as much space as you could get. Unfortunately this came with an unwanted side effect, though it allowed them all to easily travel to the news station for Charlie's interview, it was obvious to anyone with functioning eyes that it was their limousine. Now they of course knew that once she went live all of Hell would be watching, still they had hoped they wouldn't draw any attention to themselves before then.
But as they were all becoming quite aware of, subtlety and discretion were two things the Slayer truly did not care about.
"You know." Lucifer spoke as he crossed his arms while looking towards him, "While I understand you still do not fully trust us, if at all, it would have been in everyone's best interest if you had just stayed behind and watched the interview on television." He told him.
"The Slayer disagrees." Vega simply responded.
"Of course he does, we wouldn't have had to take our limo if he didn't, but you have to understand the impact you are going to have on my people, once they learn who you are and what you are capable of there will be panic, we need to ease them into this whole thing if there is any hope for success." He argued.
"A valid point, however the Slayer has dealt with corrupted souls just like you, both Hellspawn and mortal, and in every single case where they tried to convince him to do things their way, it always ended with the same result." Vega explained.
"Which is?" He asked.
"They lied, caused the death of countless innocent souls, and tried to destroy the Slayer." Vega answered.
"Let me guess, none of those guys are still alive?" Vagatha chimed in. "Correct." He confirmed.
Letting out a sigh from just how difficult it was to reason with him, his daughter noticed his frustration and decided to change the topic.
"Speaking of my interview I'm honestly kinda nervous, I've never had to say something to so many people before." She admitted.
"Oh don't worry sweetie, all you need to do is just keep your mind focused, pretend that no one else is in that room, and see the camera as nothing more than a mirror." Lilith told her.
"Plus you and I stayed up all night working on what you're going to say, just stick to what we practiced and you'll do great hon." Vagatha assured, causing her to smile.
"Thanks Vaggie." She replied, just as a thought occurred to her "Actually, would you like to see what I'm going to say?" She asked this time addressing the Slayer.
"Why would he need to see it?" Lucifer inquired, as he found her question to be odd.
"Well, if he's suspicious of whether or not we can be trusted then maybe by seeing what I plan to say, he can see that we're not up to anything." She suggested as she then held out a few papers towards him, "Plus I gotta say, I think it's REALLY good~" She mused genuinely proud of what she and Vagatha came up with.
Though at first he seemed to ignore her as he moved not an inch, Lucifer was surprised to see him slowly reach out and take it from her, before going on to read what was written. Yet what was even more surprising to him was how his daughter reacted, for when he looked over to her she seemed genuinely happy that he accepted it.
"She's proud of herself." Lilith whispered to him gaining his attention, "Think about it, she has seen first hand how powerful and terrifying he can be, imagine how good it must feel for her to make some kind of progress in making him less hostile towards us, to be honest I'm proud of her as well." She admitted.
Having not considered that's what she was doing Lucifer looked back to his daughter, who watched with excitement as the Slayer read her script, and had a newfound feeling of pride swell within him. However, unknown to them there was a cab driving right beside the limousine, and inside that cab were five people who just like them were also headed to the station. Yet these five people were going there for an entirely different reason, which despite the delicate nature surrounding said reason, they were quite vocal about it.
"Oh MAN I cannot wait to kill Katie Killjoy!" Blitzo exclaimed excitedly as a big grin spread across his face.
"I thought I was going to kill her?" Moxxie questioned from the backseat, sitting in the middle between his wife and Loona.
"I mean, if you want to get TECHNICAL about it..." Blitzo replied.
"I'm literally going to be dropping a spotlight on her head, that is like, a textbook example of murder." Moxxie insisted.
"True, but this is MY plan, and everyone knows that the one who comes up with the plan get's most of the credit, like ninety five percent of the credit." Blitzo argued.
"About the plan, what exactly are me and Loona supposed to do again?" Millie asked. "You mean you don't remember?" Blitzo asked.
"No, we remember, it's just we don't know what we're supposed to do." Loona answered.
"What do you mean you don't know what you're supposed to do?! you two have the most important jobs!" He exclaimed.
"We do/They do?" All three of them asked in unison.
Dragging a hand down his face since none of them seemed to remember the product of his genius, Blitzo let out a sigh before going over the plan again.
"Here's what's going to happen, we get in, we get our uniforms, we use these wonderful expertly made fake employee IDs I have, we get onto the set, then while Moxxie goes into the scaffolding to get into position, and I am on the ground giving him instructions via headset, you two are going to be manning the cameras." He explained.
"And that's the most important job because?..." Loona questioned.
"Two people, two cameras, one stays on the princess and our target, while the other follows Moxxie, so that way everyone will get to see just how good we are at killing people." He clarified.
"Wait, isn't this supposed to be discrete? won't having a camera follow me ruin that?" Moxxie asked.
"When queen Lilith said that she meant WE had to be discrete, not that we couldn't take advantage of the fact this will be a televised murder." Blitzo pointed out.
"Yeah, it IS kinda hard to be discrete when we're killing the bitch on live TV." Loona agreed.
"Exactly! so as long as we don't fuck this up and we make sure she dies, then once she stops twitching we jump in front of those cameras and promote our business!" He exclaimed.
"Sounds like a pretty solid plan to me." The driver of the cab chimed in, having listened to them this entire time.
Upon saying that they all slowly looked to him, but before he could take notice of this Millie, who was the one sitting behind him, slowly began raising her hand which held a knife in it's grasp.
"Thirty minutes!" A member of the station's staff shouted out, as everyone was busy running around getting ready for the show.
As you can imagine most of the people in the building were quite excited about princess Charlie coming to the studio. Even some of the more calm and level headed people, who had been working there since it's earliest days, found themselves being swept up in the excitement. This however did not apply to the two faces of the news network, but where one wasn't getting out of sorts simply due to his experience and professionalism, the other simply did not give a single shit.
"So, the princess of Hell, pretty interesting to have royalty come onto the show huh?" Tom Trench asked his co host, still trying after all these years to establish some kind of relationship with her.
"Shut the fuck up Tom." Katie responded coldly, as she checked her makeup with a pocket mirror, "You and I both know the only reason that entitled little brat is coming onto MY show is because her mommy came and played ball, if it weren't for the fact I had the queen of Hell at my feet like a well beaten dog then she would never come within a foot of this building." She told him.
"Great, glad to see you're as charming as ever!" He exclaimed, before looking off to the side "Bitch." He whispered.
Then without warning two of the doors that led into the studio burst open, sending out a loud metal clang through the room which brought everything to a stop. And as all eyes fell onto the demon
who had done it, they saw him panting and sweating on the ground, almost as if he had just been running for his life.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?!" Katie asked him, nearly crushing her mirror in her hand as he almost damaged her studio with that stunt.
"Miss...miss...miss..." He wheezed out, doing his best to catch his breath.
Being both annoyed and pissed by this she rose up from her seat and walked over to him, and despite knowing what kind of person she is he still held out his hand, hoping she was going to help him. But no, instead she grabbed him by the top of his head and pulled him from the floor to eye level, so she could stare directly into his soul.
"You have exactly FIVE seconds to tell me why you rushed in here, nearly breaking two of my doors, or I will break YOU." She warned, beginning to squeeze his head as she did.
"M-Miss Charlie is here!" He said immediately, only to follow it up with a scream of pain as she squeezed more.
"And why the FUCK does her being here give you permission to break MY studio?" She asked. "B-Because miss Killjoy she's...she's not alone!" He answered.
Feeling the last bit of care she had quickly fleeing her body, Katie was fully committed to crushing this worthless piece of shit's skull right then and there. But before she could carry out this gruesome feat, everyone including her felt a shiver go up their spines as an ominous sound could be heard. It started off low just loud enough to where they could hear it, but as it grew closer it slowly began to resemble a war drum, as there was a menacing rhythm it possessed. Unintentionally releasing the demon from her hand as she focused solely on this sound, Katie Killjoy had no idea
as to why her body was acting like this.
Sadly she and everyone would receive clarity as to why, for after a few more seconds passed soon princess Charlie, her girlfriend Vagatha, and the source of that unnerving sound came into view. Though seeming to be a man from what they could all tell, something about this stranger made them want to turn tail and run, finally revealing what had that demon so scared. Their unease though would only worsen once he was in the room, for like a predator choosing which prey to kill first he studied all of them, his eyes piercing their flesh and stabbing straight into their souls.
"Oh! there she is!" Charlie exclaimed, before hurrying over to Katie "Hello miss Killjoy! my name is Charlie which you probably knew already, and I just wanted to say how grateful I am that you're letting me speak on your show!" She greeted.
"W-Who is..." She stammered, unable to take her eyes off of him.
"This is my girlfriend Vagatha, though some of you probably already know her since it's no secret we've been dating." Charlie explained, as she then gestured to the Slayer "And this, is a new business partner of mine." She said with a bit of smugness to her voice.
Upon being introduced the Slayer walked over to them, and with each step he took Katie's heart felt as though it was about to explode.
"I know part of the terms that you and my mom agreed included me being the only one to come for the interview, but my PARTNER insisted on being here for such an important moment, that's not a problem is it?" She asked.
Given how close he was to her Katie could actually hear his breathing, even with most of his head being covered by a helmet of some kind. And if this were any other person, even someone like an angel or maybe even God, Katie would not hesitate to try and tear them down so she could assert her dominance. But this man was different, for as he stared into her eyes with such focus and malice that even she could never match, for the first time in her life Katie wanted nothing more than to disappear. And for a person such as her who not only craved power and attention, but truly needed it to even feel good about herself, that was saying something.
"N-No...that...won't be any issue..." She finally answered, doing her best not to upset him in any way.
"That's great! now if we could just be pointed towards our dressing room so we can prepare for the show..." Charlie trailed off.
"T-To the back of the studio..." She said.
"Alright then, see you when it's showtime!" Charlie exclaimed, before walking away with Vagatha in tow.
Yet as both women left to go and find their dressing room, the man remained where he was for a full minute before he followed, having stared at no one other than Katie as he did. Waiting until they heard him go inside the room and close the door, once his footsteps stopped everyone began coughing, panting, or wheezing as they had been holding in their breath.
"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT GUY?!" Katie screamed internally, actually bending over due to how sick she felt.
However, as everyone in the studio was recovering from what had just transpired, both Charlie and Vagatha were celebrating in the success of their plan.
"That worked out perfectly!" Charlie cheered, spinning around a few times out of sheer glee.
"Man, you really are good for scaring the shit out of people, we could probably make use of that at the hotel." Vagatha complimented while crossing her arms.
Simply nodding his head in agreement, the Slayer leaned back as to rest against the door, while they went over Charlie's script one last time.
"Ngh, god what a fat bastard!" Blitzo exclaimed, as he and the others were all struggling to ditch the body of the cab driver.
Waiting until they got to their destination, once the driver pulled the car to a stop in the alley behind the building, Millie would then thrust her knife through his seat and into his neck. Sadly the sheer amount of fat he actually possessed kept the blade from going in all the way, so as he flopped out of the car trying to escape they all had to get out and stomp him until he died. Once he was finally dead, temporarily of course, they grabbed onto his legs and arms and carried him over to a nearby dumpster. Sadly as though it was a sick cruel joke this was insanely hard, as through an unexpected combination of his weight and the dumpster's height they couldn't just simply toss him in.
"You know what? FUCK IT!" Blitzo shouted, as they all let go at once "We've got a celebrity to kill! besides who the fuck is going to give a shit that some fat guy is dead in an alley?" He asked.
"Plus from how rich we're gonna be after this, we'll be too wealthy to care." Loona added.
"Exactly Loona! I like where your head's at." He praised, before putting his hands on his hips "Now, I know it's not gonna be easy sneaking into the biggest news station in all of Hell, gonna be even harder to get uniforms, but if we all just stick together and keep our cool everything will be-"
BAM
Nearly jumping out of their skins from the sudden loud sound, they all jerked their heads in it's direction to see what had made it. Apparently something had happened inside the station, as four of it's employees had rushed out of the building and were currently puking their guts up. And while at first they all saw this as their golden opportunity to just get into the building, once their eyes fell onto what uniforms each of them were wearing, a light bulb turned on in all their heads. Not even needing to coordinate verbally the four of them slowly approached the group, still going unnoticed even as they all took out weapons and raised them high into the air.
"Five minutes!" The same employee from earlier shouted, as everyone had gotten back to work.
For a solid twenty five minutes most of the studio's staff were incapacitated, a fair amount of them rushing to the nearby bathrooms to puke due to how unbelievably nervous and scared they were. But thankfully after they all took a much needed breather, and some got rid of their breakfast, they were able to get things back on track and get everything ready. Yet for some strange reason it felt as though they were a bit understaffed, though in light of what had transpired and what was about to happen, that was truly the last thing anyone cared about.
Even Katie Killjoy, who normally was in total control of herself and the situation surrounding her, had needed to take a seat at her news desk and soothe her now jumpy nerves. But then there was Tom, and although at first he had been nervous when the man entered the room, he got used to the other's presence faster than anyone. Part of it was due to the fact he had fought and died in world war one so he was used to things like that. The other part was from how much he had shaken Katie, and after all the years of her being an unrelenting bitch to him, that filled him with a joy no one could ever hope to describe.
"Alright everyone, places!" He directed, as Katie was in no shape to do so at the moment, "Make sure that someone goes and get's the princess! also where are the cameramen? they should've been back by now." He noted, as he now noticed the two unmanned cameras in front of them.
Almost as if it were planned another set of doors that led out of the studio were flung open, but instead of a terrifying figure clad it battle hardened armor appearing, it was three red imps and a hell hound.
"Sorry we're late! traffic was HELL!" The tallest of the three imps joked, before all four of them separated to go to different positions.
Although he was fairly certain he had never seen them before Tom simply shrugged it off, as Katie fired people so frequently almost every day they had an entirely new staff. The last five minutes would go by quickly and everything seemed to be ready, meaning the only thing left that needed to be done was to have princess Charlie join the two anchors at their desk. Unfortunately for all of the demons present she would not come alone, following right beside her was her girlfriend and the man from earlier. Thankfully though there would be some distance between them and him, for as the princess took her seat next to Katie he stuck to the sidelines with Vagatha, which allowed all of the staff to avoid him as much as possible.
"We are live in three!...two!...one!..." The employee counted down, before giving the go ahead.
However, as the cameras focused in on Katie, for the first time in her entire career she was as frozen as a deer in the headlights. This honestly caught all of her coworkers including Tom by surprise, most of them noticing how her focus didn't even seem to be on the cameras at all. Instead her eyes were fixed on the man to her right, for just as before he stared solely at her with those unblinking eyes.
"Ahem, good morning Hell and welcome to channel six six six news!" Tom Trench spoke, causing the cameramen to switch to him, "We are joined in the studio today by a very special guest! you all know her, you all love her, please welcome the heir of our damned home, princess Charlie!" He exclaimed.
"Thank you Tom, it's an honor to be here." Charlie responded, as one of the cameras moved to her.
"Please, the honor's all ours! we're grateful that you took the time out of your no doubt busy day to speak with us! right Katie?" Tom asked.
Even with the cameras moving back to her, and the heat of the spotlights focusing on her as well, Katie was as full of life as a vegetable.
"Guess Katie's here but her brain isn't huh?" Tom asked jokingly, which caused everyone to silently gasp.
Bracing himself just in case that was what managed to snap her out of it, once more the pale white demon news anchor remained unaffected, causing her co host to adorn a VERY sinister grin.
"Whelp, as they say the show must go on! even if your co host who's normally an unbearable whore is currently in a coma!" He exclaimed, before looking back to Charlie "So princess, what is it that you wanted to talk to me and my bean pole about? does it have to do with your hotel?" He asked.
"Actually it does Tom, as you and everyone in Hell knows I have been working on a hotel to rehabilitate sinners." She answered.
"Right, the happy hotel if I'm not mistaken?" He asked.
"Mhm! we plan on opening our doors to the public soon, and we hope that every demon in Hell will at least give us a chance." She answered.
As the princess and the anchorman began having a conversation regarding the hotel, one of the cameras slowly moved away from them and tilted up towards the ceiling.
"Oh man...this is really high..." Moxxie groaned, as he looked down at the room below him. "How ya doing Moxxie? not pissing your pants are ya?" Blitzo asked.
"No sir, I am NOT pissing my pants." He replied.
"You sure? cause I'm PRETTY certain I see a spot near your crotch, and it's growing and growing and-"
"WILL YOU JUST GIVE ME THE DIRECTIONS?!" Moxxie shouted at him, though making sure to do so as quietly as possible.
"Geez, just because you pissed your pants doesn't mean you should get pissy with me..." He told him, as the sound of shuffling papers could be heard "Okay, so you are near the spotlights
correct?" He asked.
"Right behind'em." Moxxie answered.
"Okay good, step one is a success." Blitzo replied while turning a page "Step two, locate a panel that controls the movement of the lights." He directed.
"Um...oh! okay found it." Moxxie replied, as he looked to his right and saw it setup nearby.
"Step three, on the panel near the bottom there should be a line of buttons, each button controls a clamp for each of the spotlights, once pressed the clamp will unlock allowing you to remove it from the row, after that just get into position and let it fly." Blitzo explained.
True to his word, as Moxxie began looking over the panel he found the very row of buttons his boss described, and so after determining which was above Katie he pressed the button to unlock the clamp. Moving as slowly as he could to make sure he wouldn't shake it loose by accident, once he reached the device he slowly reached out, carefully grabbed onto it, and began raising it from it's place.
"So princess, I think I speak for everyone including my toothpick full of hatred when I say that this idea is pretty far out there, not saying it's not possible of course, but just that it's HIGHLY unlikely that anyone will seek redemption, what are your thoughts on this?" Tom asked her.
"I'm glad you asked Tom, I know the idea of redemption seems unlikely if not impossible to practically everyone in Hell, but if we want to keep more and more demons from being slaughtered every year, I truly think that this is the only way we can-"
"ALRIGHT! ENOUGH ALREADY!" Katie shouted at the top of her lungs, as she suddenly shot up from her seat "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING ONLY AT ME?! WHAT ARE YOU SOME KIND OF PSYCHOTIC STALKER OR
SOMETHING ASSHOLE?!" She questioned, having reached her wit's end.
In that moment a series of events unfolded, happening in relation to each other like a domino effect. The first was Katie's unexpected outburst, which was so loud and powerful it managed to shake everything around it. The second involved Moxxie, who had been caught off guard by her shouting thus causing him to stumble back and lose his grip on the spotlight. This led to the final event that gained everyone's attention, for the same spotlight he had been holding onto a mere second ago
was now falling rapidly to the stage, but it wasn't going towards Katie.
"CHARLIE LOOK OUT!" Vagatha cried out, hoping to warn her before it hit it's mark.
Unsure as to what she was talking about the princess of Hell felt an abundance of heat approaching her from above. And as she looked to the ceiling to see what was causing it, she saw mere inches from her face the blinding illumination of the spotlight. But then it went dark, but not because it had managed to hit her, it went dark because the spotlight in it's entirety had been crushed like a soda can, as the Slayer faster than it could fall rushed forward and grabbed it. Feeling her eyes widen in shock as the realization hit her, Charlie slowly moved her gaze from the destroyed appliance to the Slayer, expecting him to look at her with that unwavering glare of his.
But he wasn't, instead his eyes were looking upwards towards the ceiling, specifically the scaffolding above the stage.
"My scans show the clamp was manually released, this was not an accident." The voice of Vega spoke.
Tossing the now destroyed equipment to the ground, the Slayer held out one of his arms and summoned a weapon. At first glance the weapon might seem primitive due to it's design, but as he readied a shot that was comprised of some kind of energy, it was clear this was not the case.
"Destroyer Blade fully charged." Vega informed him, to which he responded by firing.
A massive horizontal blade of red energy shot out from the gun, yet it did not hit the scaffolding itself but rather the cables that held it above the room. Hearing someone scream as countless pieces of equipment fell to the floor, the Slayer just as he had done before rushed towards the falling objects and grabbed something as it was in midair. Though this was not another piece of equipment, it was in fact the very person who had just been screaming, though now they were silent due to the overwhelming fear that filled their person.
"He is not an actual member of the station's staff." Vega revealed, as he in an instant had already scanned the entirety of the other's person, "His identification badge is a fake, and there is fresh blood present on his clothes, though it does not belong to him." He explained.
"W-Wait I can-" The imp tried to say, only to be silenced as he was thrown into the wall.
Feeling every bone in his body threatening to shatter completely, before he could move or do anything at all he felt a hand be wrapped around his neck. It honestly seemed impossible, no person whether they be demon or otherwise should be able to move that fast, yet somehow this man who also possessed terrifying strength was that swift. And as he began slowly squeezing the imp's neck, clearly intent on popping his head off like a toothpaste cap, a new voice crying out from behind the Slayer would cause him to pause.
"NO PLEASE! DON'T KILL HIM!" A woman shouted towards him, followed by running footsteps.
Turning his head so he could see who was coming, he found another imp of the same size and type as the one he was choking coming towards them.
"PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T KILL MY HUSBAND! I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE!" She
pleaded, her eyes overflowing with tears.
"M...Millie..." The imp in his grasp wheezed out, his body in far too much pain to try and struggle.
Looking back to the imp he held against the wall, for the first time in his life the Slayer was hesitating to kill a demon. But it wasn't because he didn't want to, oh no he most certainly did, but the words of his companion rang loud in his mind.
"These new demons are mostly human."
This was the reason for his hesitation, even though it was clear that something was going on, the fact is this imp and his wife were not like the imps he knew. They were beasts, monsters, like everything else in Doom they only existed to destroy and consume, going so far as to abandon all sense of self preservation just so they could kill. But these imps were far different, going beyond appearances and the fact they could speak, she showed genuine concern for him and fear that he may die, while he despite being at death's door looked to her instead of him. In light of this the Slayer had to make a decision here and now, what was it that he would fight for, would he choose to kill every soul even if they showed such emotion and empathy, or would he be willing to for the first time in his life let his guard down and trust it was the right course of action.
Both choices had their pros and cons in his mind, but seeing as how he had given his word he
would try to do things their way, he in the end let the imp go. Letting him fall to the floor where he began coughing violently and wheezing, the Slayer took a few steps back so his wife could be at his side.
"MOXXIE!" She shouted out, through tears and relief as she embraced him in a hug.
Watching as she began to sob uncontrollably into his shoulder, the imp even in his battered state looked towards the Slayer, and did something that he would have never believed possible for a demon to do.
"Th...thank you..." He wheezed out, as he hugged his wife.
Even though a large part of him was still against letting him live, the Slayer decided to end things there and take his leave. That is, until Katie Killjoy, who just like everyone else up until now had been watching this unfold in stunned silenced, decided to speak up in protest.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" She asked, causing him to stop "THAT LITTLE BASTARD ALMOST FUCKING KILLED ME! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LETTING HIM
LIVE?!" She questioned.
Looking at her for but a moment before looking away, it was clear he no longer cared to be there, and so he continued heading towards an exit. Whether it was simply a lapse of judgement, or perhaps she truly didn't care anymore, Katie Killjoy decided that if he wasn't going to kill them she would. Sprouting four additional limbs ending in blades from her abdomen, she rushed towards them with murderous intent. If there was somehow anyone left in the room who wasn't afraid of the Slayer, that immediately changed, for without even looking he raised his arm again and summoned a new weapon.
Much like before the weapon from but a quick look was primitive in it's design, seeming to be nothing more than a double barreled shotgun, but just as she was upon the two imps a hook shot out from it, embedding itself within her body before pulling her towards him. To say that she was killed, decimated, or even erased from creation would all be understatements, as the moment she was brought to the gun's barrels her body pressing against them, he pulled the trigger and the demon once known as Katie Killjoy, was now but a red mist. Only a few meaty pieces remained to accompany the mass of blood, and with his lust for carnage now satiated because of it, the Slayer with smoking shotgun in hand made his way out of the building.
And while it may seem as though this is how things ended, that this unprecedented situation was contained within the confines of this news station, remember that during all of this the cameras had been rolling, broadcasting a still live signal to every television in Hell.