Zaac swept his arm wide, launching a barrage of black spears at Drusilla, but she darted to her left and avoided the lot of them. A stream of shadows shot forward and cut off her avoidance, then she saw Zaac raise his other arm over his head. A thicker stream formed around his fist, creating a thicker limb.

He hammered down on Drusilla several times with massive force, crushing her into the metal ground. Zaac gave her no time to spring back onto her feet, so he sent a steady stream of shadows from his fingertips to slam into her chest. The force lifted Drusilla off her feet and stretched her against the wall.

Drusilla was a Synth; her metallic frame and synthetic organs were tougher to crush than flesh and bone. She couldn't free herself from the shadows pressing against her; too little resistance to fight Zaac's influence as he kept up the pressure.

Zaac tilted his head, almost bored. "You're not so tough now, are you, Drusilla?"

"Dorian, get over here!" Drusilla yelled.

Ulysses swung Old Glory across Dorian's face; he stumbled away, allowing Ulysses to step in closer. Dorian beat the weapon from the courier's hands and struck his nose with a fierce backhand. After knocking him down with a right hook, Dorian caught wind of Drusilla's situation.

"Drusilla!"

Dorian ran to Drusilla's aid, leaping high into the and throwing himself at Zaac with his fists clenched. Zaac reached out with his free hand and threw a burst of shadows to intercept Dorian's aerial attack.

The blunt force struck Dorian's chest like a bullet, throwing him off his trajectory. He tossed and turned until he hit one of the missiles in the back. Zaac looked away, ignoring Dorian's loud cursing and growling.

Dorian ripped a piece of the metal flooring. It was a sizeable piece, big enough to shield his body. He leapt far and wide over to Drusilla and used the metal scrap as a shield.

The stream of shadows cooled down the sheet metal in Dorian's hands to that of an ice cube; there was no denying it - Zaac was using necromancy. Dorian was being forced back, feet slipping back away as he absorbed Zaac's stream of shadows. He didn't care; it was futile to stand in the way of necromancy, but he did so anyway.

"Rest easy, Drusilla," Dorian uttered, "I got you." Drusilla said nothing; she scrunched herself on the spot behind him. "X6-88, do you copy!?" he bellowed into his earpiece.

"Orders, sir?" X6-88 said, void of emotion.

"Send in the Soldats; I want this bastard dead now!" Dorian was losing his footing as the metal sheet he was holding groaned and started to cave inwards. It was crumbling like a piece of paper.

"Right away, sir!"

"So... they are Soldats? Someone's been busy..."

Dorian looked back at Drusilla; she stared back at him with hair in her eyes. "Hang in there, my queen," he said, "Backup is coming."

Drusilla took a breath. "Thank you..."

"How are you able to do this, Zaac?!" Dorian yelled, "You're not a Demigod anymore!"

"All too true," Zaac replied bluntly and wistfully. "However, I've learned a few things for myself, and now, the anger fuels my power!"

"Necromancy of all things?!"

"Oh, not just necromancy..."

A grenade rolled by Zaac's feet; it exploded with a bright beam of light, staggering him and halting his shadowy powers. Dorian scooped up Drusilla and retreated towards the silo's entrance, right as their soldiers started to mobilise. The one in sunglasses sent two soldiers to each side of the silo.

"Five against one?" Zaac murmured.

Dorian took Drusilla out of harm's way around the corner by the entrance. He took a look back at his men; they all opened fire on Zaac, with X6-88 leading the assault. Zaac retreated ever so slowly while the blue beams lit up the silo.

Dorian crocked Drusilla up against the wall and straightened up her tie and blazer; she was looking a bit rough. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Zachariah just surprised me, is all... Nothing to worry about."

"Had me worried back there. I didn't think it would come to this, fighting a bloody magic man. Fucking necromancy."

Drusilla raised her head and brushed her hair back over her ears. "I gathered..."

"I only fought one necromancer in my life, and they're already pissing me off."

"Necromancy has a lot of applications; it's best not to underestimate them."

"Nor Zaac, for that matter; he's running himself ragged out of sheer desperation."

"Desperation is a double-edged sword; we can still beat him."

"Any suggestions?"

"Electricity, my dear Dorian." Drusilla stood up and dusted herself off. "Lots of it."

Dorian rubbed his chin. "Not like ballistics work like they used to..."

"Anything electrical here we can to our advantage?"

"We might be able to weaponise the cables that run under the floor; I noticed them when I ripped a piece off. If we can just get close enough, we can subdue Zaac and ensure an easier kill."

Drusilla smiled. "I expect our soldiers softened up Zachariah, at least a little bit."

"I have faith in the Omega Soldats; they're top-of-the-line killing machines."

Dorian and Drusilla walked back into the silo, watching the fight still raging further down the middle pathway. The Soldats stood their ground at the furthest corners, firing at Zaac and dodging the shadowy shards shooting from his black sleeves. He was being focused on well by their laser rifles, but any shots that did connect looked like they lacked penetration.

Tendrils lashed out of Zaac's body as fast as striking cobras. He was sick of playing defence to multiple shooters; Zaac targeted the closest Soldat on his left, the tendrils lifting him off his feet. The super-heated laser beams on Zaac's backside were painfully necessary to disarm and lift the Soldat; it felt more of a sting than a crippling blow.

X6-88 and the other three Soldats relocated to the opposite side of the silo, still firing at Zaac while he paraded the other Soldat's body in front of him. He twisted and turned the dying Synth to shield himself from his allies; their helpless comrade absorbed their lasers since they couldn't punch through.

More shadows reared up behind a Soldat that flanked a little too far to the right, rearing close by the shuttle. The Soldat tried to fend off the shadows, but they weren't solid and couldn't break apart. Zaac's shadows swayed and feinted, waiting for the silent command to strike.

They then struck, slicing through the Soldat's knees and shoulders, leaving him as a useless torso. More black tendrils shot out of Zaac's body, ripping the first Soldat in half and scooping up the other within its leathery coils. Yellow blood sprayed everywhere, almost looking like a carpet beneath his footsteps.

"Necromancy… It's not death..." Zaac gave a bitter laugh. "It's power!"

With two severed bodies joining the grisly parade, Zaac advanced on the last three in front of him, using a larger meat shield to his advantage. X6-88 threw another flashbang at Zaac, and it went off, blinding him and sending a horrible shiver through his body.

The corpses around him faltered, so he ripped them to ribbons with his tendrils and leapt over to X6-88. A Soldat made the mistake of stepping in the way while another relocated behind Zaac.

"Our soldiers are dropping like flies," Drusilla murmured.

Dorian growled. "It seems Soldats still need more work..."

Drusilla concluded. "I have an idea. Do Synths conduct electricity?"

"Not us, or Gen-4."

"Damn it."

"I might have an idea myself."

Drusilla huffed. "You go first; mine needs a bit more thought."

Dorian cast his gaze back at Drusilla, smiling. "I need a distraction. Can you bait him?"

"Would that work while Zachariah's going through with one of his episodes?"

A blood-splattered limb flew at the main entrance, landing between the couple. It was an arm; yellow liquid dribbled over the floor. The fingers were still moving, dragging itself back into the action. Persistent.

Dorian folded his arms. "I should hope so; our subordinates are losing the fight."

"Oh, well. We can always start over and make more."

"If you irritate Zaac enough, you should be able to buy me some time to make contact with the cables."

Drusilla smiled. "I'm not gonna lie; I might enjoy being bait." She rubbed her hands. "Well, here goes nothing."

"Just follow my lead."

They walked back into the fray right as Zaac sent a fistful of shadows at X6-88. After he was whipped across the silo, Zaac entangled the last Soldat with a tendril lashed around its throat, wringing the Synth about in the air.

Dorian and Drusilla stepped in as he threw the Soldat at them, and he sent shadow-knives to slice the body from shoulder to hip. Drusilla couldn't help but admire the wicked precision as the Soldat parted from itself and fell into two pieces. Yellow blood splattered over her face. Dorian wiped it off with a cloth he had in his pocket.

Zaac grinned. "Now... where were we?"

Limbs and other body parts were scattered around Zaac on the middle platform, almost drenched with their thin blood. Organs and pieces of the Omega Soldats were sliced apart with surgical precision, sometimes torn with brutality. Zaac's movements were visibly slowing fatigue.

"Are you quite finished, Zachariah?" asked Drusilla.

"Only just getting warmed up," Zaac replied.

Dorian stepped forward. "If you think you've proved something by killing our Soldats, then you're wrong; there will be more, but you won't be around to see them."

"On the contrary, Dorian, I think I will." Zaac stared at his clenched fists, watching tendrils wrap around his wrists and forearms. "You see... you both killed me when I was weak and old, but now, I am the one with the strength and power!"

Drusilla refused to take her eyes off Zaac. "He's right, my king," she uttered softly to Dorian, "The positions have reversed this time, and I don't need to spell out how it will end if we don't win."

Dorian nodded. "Then we'll end this. Right now."

Zaac whipped his hands; in a black blur, he summoned a sword. It was double-edged and glimmered in the low light. "Time to die, Horsemen."

Before Zaac could make the first move, something green exploded at the side of his head. He jerked to the side, growling, feeling the impact like a bullet. X6-88 stood up and aimed with his plasma pistol, hitting Zaac's backside as he turned away.

Zaac whipped his body back around and threw his sword at X6-88; the sheer speed was unbelievable. You could blink, and it was over; X6-88 was down. The sword went through his chest, and he was dead on the ground.

Dorian pulled out a Desert Eagle and shot at Zaac; the round shot through his right thigh with plenty of heft to get his attention. Zaac faced Dorian and Drusilla and summoned a red mist around his fingertips, absorbing six more rounds from Dorian.

Zaac pushed forward and sent the round accumulated in his mist back at Dorian; he ducked low and dived to his left. There was barely any accuracy, but the uncanny ability to catch live bullets was unheard of. Drusilla pulled out a revolver, but Zaac reached out for her, ripping it from her hands as it flew into his grasp.

Zaac smirked. "Necromancy isn't the only thing I've been practising." Zaac reached out at Drusilla with his left hand, curling his fingers in a gripping motion.

"You can't just…" Just like that, Drusilla felt her throat closing up fast, almost like something was choking the life out of her with cold, dead hands. "No..." Her vocals started to fade.

"Do you feel the power, Drusilla? Even if it's only a tenth of Sarkis', it's more than enough to destroy you."

Drusilla struggled to breathe. Her throat was closed up, strangled by an invisible grip.

"You are the weakling now..."

Dorian flew into the air, targetting Zaac with his clenched fist. His left fist punched through the metal floor at the point of impact, and Zaac was nowhere to be found. Dorian scanned the area with his magnum in his sights, focusing on the darker corners of the silo.

Drusilla found her breath and coughed up something awful, but she was okay. The whole experience caught her by mere surprise, and now Zaac had just disappeared. She stood up and flexed her shoulders.

"It seems the hunters have become the hunted," Drusilla bluntly announced while rubbing her throat.

Dorian growled. "I don't like this... Damn Teleporters."

"That's racist," said Zaac.

Dorian spun around to fire at Zaac behind him, but a tendril whipped the magnum from his hands. Zaac darted forward and threw a right uppercut to Dorian's chin, launching him backwards off his feet. Drusilla picked him back up.

Tendrils shot out of the ground beneath Zaac's feet, looping and lashing around his entire body. He paused for a moment, almost reminiscing. "Wesker… I finally understand now..." He looked at his black hands. "The power… The hunger… The desire for more..."

Somehow, Zaac's blackened figure grew more intense, now covered in vantablack. The eyes were solid gold, only his entire body was pitch-black body, looking like a black blur of pure hatred. He stood perfectly still as dark flames danced around his entire body.

Drusilla shuddered in slight fear. "You did not-"

"Drusilla... witness the monster you have created!" Zaac bellowed.

Dorian picked up Drusilla's revolver and fired at Zaac without regard, but the pellets harmlessly passed through him. Even loaded buckshot did nothing to disturb him.

Drusilla lost her smile, feeling a little stiff. "Bad idea..."

Zaac held out his hands and sharpened them to a fine point; they flew at Dorian and Drusilla. Each one flew at their heads but both missed. He sent a barrage of shadow-knives at an arc with a short wave of his arms. Drusilla ran to her left as Dorian went to his right. With cat-like finesse, they leapt and scaled up and across each of the missiles like fleas.

"The only thing that can defeat power is more power!" Zaac bellowed again, his voice booming louder.

Dorian stopped by X6-88's body with Drusilla on the opposite side; they nodded at each other. Zaac lengthened and thickened his arms into more massive limbs and whipped everything around him. Drusilla and Dorian swerved low to avoid the mess of whirlwinds Zaac was spurring, stepping back when they reached out further within the silo.

Zaac shrunk his arms back to normal and teleported in front of Dorian, stopping him from reaching the shuttle. There was no time to react as he felt Zaac uppercut his chin, launching Dorian's body in the air. Zaac was above him, crushing his boot into Dorian's stomach, then zaac met him down low with a straight punch.

It was like motion sickness for Dorian with Zaac juggling him like a toy, constant disappearing and reappearing up and down was a hazy blur. Drusilla fought against her instincts to take the shuttle and leave, but the silent agreement she shared with Dorian was the thing that kept her from running. She knew she couldn't leave Dorian behind, no matter how much she despised him long ago.

She saw a laser rifle on the ground by her feet; the yellow blood smothered all over it made the weapon stand out. She scooped it into her hands and fired at Zaac, hoping lasers would fare better than modern ballistics. Unfortunately, the lasers passed right through him, much like her shotgun revolver.

Zaac pointed at the laser rifle next to X6-88's body and waved his hand over to Drusilla, resting his finger in her direction. It levitated in the air and started firing back at Drusilla, obeying Zaac's silent commands. A weapon. A weapon looked like it seemingly came to life and contested with her.

Dorian swung his fist at Zaac, but he faded away and formed further behind him; it was almost like punching a puff of smoke. The laser rifle dropped from Zaac's control, at a cost, his focus was back on Dorian.

Zaac slammed his fists down, thrusting sharp spikes from the ground Dorian was standing on.

The inaccuracy wasn't a problem as there were over a dozen of them to land on target. A couple of black spikes skewered Dorian's shoulders and thighs; he couldn't move as he felt the coldness tensing up his muscles. He cried in pain, his lips curling with rage as his yellow blood pooled below.

"That was for David..."

Drusilla had to draw Zaac's attention away for their plans to succeed. "Pretender!" she called out. Zaac stopped his advance and glared back at her. "Are you that much of an idiot savant, Zachariah, or are you just enacting your saviour complex again!?"

Zaac didn't respond; instead, he threw a black shard at Drusilla. It zipped past her head after she moved with the tiniest movement in her neck to narrowly avoid it.

"My my, someone's a bit crabby. Would that be because you're a bit… desperate?" Zaac threw another shard at her, and she darted to her right. He threw a handful of shards at her, but she scaled up missile behind her. "Or is it because you have a few… shortcomings?"

"Silence!"

"You can't deny what's true, my dear Zachariah."

Two spears shot out of Zaac's hands, landing just short of Drusilla, but she slid down the missile back to solid ground. She smiled over the sheer thrill of retaliation.

"You have no power over me!" Zaac yelled.

"But I know something that does..."

Zaac swept both arms and let out a salvo of arrows that swept in a wide arc. Drusilla dropped down onto her belly and rolled back up on her feet, ignoring a stray arrow that struck her arm. When she pulled it out, it felt cold as ice. Her arm bled yellow, just like the few stray wounds she sustained.

"Trying to irritate me is beneath you, Drusilla!"

"My dear Zachariah, I wasn't even trying."

"Fuck you!" Zaac sent another black shard at Drusilla, but she leapt onto the middle platform.

"To be a slave to your mere emotions makes you weak."

Zaac raised his head. "Must you still torment me?" His body faded away and formed before Drusilla, meeting her dead in the middle of the silo.

Drusilla noticed the spikes pinning Dorian had faded away; she smiled. "I can't help it. You just make it so easy." She giggled. "I must be honest here; it's more fun to torture you than anyone else. That's saying a lot since I killed the Redfields without a single thought." Zaac didn't move; the flames around his body still danced with a red singe.

"You leave them out of-"

"There was a friendly but naive king who wed a very nasty queen," she interrupted as she sang, strangely in a heavenly tone, "The king was loved but the queen was feared."

Zaac's blood boiled. Hearing that damned song reminded him of the day he lost Claire and Chris. He felt the urge to cry, but he was too angry to think coherently.

"She had a secret kept from the king to rule the kingdom as her own," Drusilla continued to sing, "The king knew not, his bride seemed good as gold. 'Till one day strolling in his court, an arrow pierced the kind king's heart. He lost his life and his lady looooove..."

Zaac roared and ran at Drusilla at full speed, just running at her with a feral look in his solid gold eyes. She expected him to feel the rage consume him as he charged forward like a brainless monster.

"Now!" Drusilla called.

Dorian appeared from behind Drusilla as she twisted away; he had a thick metal cable that required both hands to carry. The end sparked and hissed when it made contact with Zaac's skin. A powerful surge of electricity surged through his body, his limbs flailing about.

Zaac's body flew away; he rolled and crumpled to the ground in thriving agony just short of the shuttle ahead. He started to bleed from some sore spots that formed around his entire body, bleeding profusely.

The few lights in the silo flickered rapidly before turning off completely. It was pitch black, so dark you couldn't even see your hand in front of your face. The emergency generator started up and brightened the silo again. The lights weren't as bright, but it was only a backup.

Zaac staggered onto his feet; jolts of electricity from the ground struck his weak body. He twitched, fighting the urge to collapse. Drusilla picked up her revolver and reloaded, savouring the moment of his weakness.

The sneak attack blew Dorian off his feet, but it barely phased him. "Ha!" He discarded the large cable and jumped to his feet, stumbling on the landing. "How do you like that, you stupid bint?"

"Your plan went off without a hitch, as expected." Drusilla aimed her revolver at Zaac; he silently welcomed what happened next. "Even after all this time, Zachariah, Berceuse still vexes you. Who would've thought that little lullaby still controls you?"

Dorian dusted himself off, ignoring the bloody wounds on his joints. "Haunting little something, isn't it?" He pulled out another Desert Eagle from the inside of his coat and joined Drusilla, matching her aim. "Let's finish this."

They fired at Zaac without hesitation, and instead of the round passing through him, he was weak enough to take the damage. He felt his body solidify, losing his primary source of defence.

Their weapons roared, again and again. All shots pushed Zaac further back nearer the shuttle, and by the time they reloaded, Zaac fell, with the shadows slowly fading away. Drusilla picked up the weak, little man before her by the neck. She threw his battered body towards the main entrance.

"Pathetic," Drusilla uttered.

Ulysses pushed himself up onto his feet and started firing at Drusilla and Dorian while their backs faced him from the very far back. A long sustained burst of 12.7mm distracted Dorian; he took some hits to the chest and stumbled away.

Ulysses fired a shorter burst towards Drusilla, but she saw his aim waver at her, and she was quick to react. Two quick shots to Ulysses' chest staggered him, unable to penetrate his armour, and then he fell back down.

Gunfire so deafening caught Zaac's attention; he felt his magnum revolver holstered. He crawled to his feet at a sluggish speed and took a firm hold of the gun. Drusilla was his first target; she wasn't looking. A bullet went through her right shoulder; she bled yellow, letting out a short yelp.

Dorian got into view, and Zaac fired a round at him too. With a bullet to his chest, Dorian was reeling back. Zaac charged forward, his sights on Drusilla again, but she was too close for him to register distance correctly.

Drusilla guided his gun away with her left and promptly bashed his right elbow, breaking it and bending it wrong. He yelled out from the snap, and then she pulled his weight over her back, throwing him to the ground. The landing wasn't soft.

"Are you okay, my king?" asked Drusilla, holding her hand out to Dorian.

Dorian took Drusilla's hand. After a smile, he straightened his suit, paying close attention to his lapel. "Just a flesh wound."

Zaac couldn't move. Broken arm bent the wrong way, elbow shattered. Drusilla ripped an iron pipe from the floor; it was sharp on one end and bent slightly on the other. An inch thick overall. She took a swing at Zaac's face while he got up slowly. Then another in the opposite direction. His cries were like ecstasy to her ears.

Drusilla kicked his chest, and he flew back from the recoil and landed on the sorest spot on his backside. She raised the pipe above her head and hit away at Zaac's tender body, hitting him several times while he tried to shield himself with his unbroken arm.

"Swing away, my queen," said Dorian, reloading his Desert Eagle, "Swing away."

Zaac cried and yelped in various pitches and tones as Dorian watched on. Blood smeared all over Drusilla's blazer; the pipe was sturdier than she thought. She licked up the blood trickling down her fingers and moaned.

"Lanius!" Ulysses called.

Ulysses swung at Drusilla, cracking the golden eagle across her face and knocking her down. He lunged at Dorian, but he darted back, avoiding Ulysses' next strike altogether. The momentum carried Ulysses on a bit forward while Dorian twisted his body away.

"You humoured me thus far, Ulysses, but striking my woman was your last God-damned mistake."

"No," Ulysses replied simply. "You coming here was the mistake."

Old Glory came down at an arc, but Dorian dipped to his left and kicked Ulysses' backside when he overextended. Ulysses then turned his body around and lurched closer to Dorian, sweeping Old Glory further. Dorian swept his body around and took out Ulysses' legs, the thud of Ulysses' muscular body was booming on solid steel.

Old Glory flew from Ulysses' grip and clattered on the floor. Dorian's boot slammed down on his chest, feeling like a ton of bricks pressing against his ribs. Then he saw his own demise, staring down the barrel of Dorian's gun.

Dorian smiled. "You could've avoided this, Ulysses. It was bad enough you crawled to the N.C.R. for help, but where did that leave you?" He wavered his gun. "Alone with me."

"May the Divide curse you, Lanius!"

"I'm pretty sure I can live with that."

Dorian shot Ulysses square in the forehead, leaving a red slush on the floor. He gave some time before he took his boot off Ulysses' neck in case he somehow got back up. Dorian emptied the rest of his magazine into Ulysses' corpse, mostly around his head and neck area, to make sure he stayed dead.

Drusilla tilted her head. "Wasn't that a case of overkill?"

"I think of it as just-enough-kill." Dorian reloaded his gun and put it back in the holster within his coat. "You still look as beautiful as ever. I'm glad he didn't hurt you."

"Ha! Barely." Drusilla put her hand on her hip. "No one is impervious to a good surprise attack, not even us."

"Let me go get my other gun, and then we can leave."

"Of course. I believe you dropped it over there." Drusilla pointed behind her at the middle platform.

Dorian nodded. "Make yourself a home; I'll be with you shortly." He walked away.

"Looking forward to it."

Catching Ulysses' dead body in the corner of his eyes infuriated Zaac. He trembled, trying to get back on his feet and roared, throwing a straight punch at Drusilla. It didn't have much strength, but it connected with her face as she turned around. She yelped and staggered back with Zaac, ready to go again.

After following up with a left hook, Zaac went for a jab, but Drusilla caught him by the forearm. She just smiled like two punches to the face were nothing but a hot gust of air. Zaac knelt when Drusilla tightened her grip, grinding his bones together; when she put pressure on his elbow, he started to cry like never before.

Drusilla tugged Zaac's head by his hair. "Pucker up, lover boy."

She kissed Zaac, savouring his soft, bloody lips like no woman ever before. Zaac's eyes widened, feeling Drusilla's grimy tongue dance with his; even his free hand hesitated to stop her.

Zaac felt lost inside his mind. There was enough tension to manifest into something like lust or even passion, but that made him feel even more disgusted. If not billions, Drusilla ended millions of lives, brought the entire world into a new dark age, and wiped out his family. Yet, he couldn't free himself...

After a tender moment, Drusilla pulled her salivating lips from Zaac's and started to purr to his confusion. "You always wanted this, didn't you, Zachariah?"

"Fuck you..." Zaac's breath was hot and steamy.

"You don't think very highly of me, do you?"

Zaac growled. "Bitch, I think you're slime..."

Drusilla licked Zaac's cheek. "I can be anything you want..."

"Be dead!" Zaac tried to push Drusilla off himself, but she was clutching him tight like a praying mantis. "Just die..."

"How rude..."

Drusilla twisted Zaac's arm, and before he could yell out, she kissed him again. After Zaac's resistance faltered, her hand crept to his cheek. Zaac was so easy to manipulate, Drusilla wished she could keep him, but fate wouldn't allow it. Their tongues danced again until she pulled away, smacking her lips.

"What do you want from me?" Zaac whimpered.

"Only your loving embrace, Zachariah; it's all I ever wanted." Drusilla faked a smile.

"You've killed so many people-"

"But look how much it brought us together..." Drusilla shed some tears, faking a little sob. "What is love without a little bit of pain?"

Zaac was confused; this was not what he was expecting. "Monsters like you don't deserve love."

"I love you! Conquer me! Make me yours… forever..."

"You fucking psycho!" Zaac pushed Drusilla as hard as he could, only it came across as a violent shove. Couldn't even budge her hand gripping his hair.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Get off me!"

"Let me love you-"

"Get off me, you crazy bitch!" Zaac screeched. "I'll kill you!"

Drusilla stared profoundly into his eyes and relocated her firm grip to Zaac's throat. She couldn't have broken him any better. "You're right; I am a little crazy; maybe that's why we get along..." She let go of Zaac's hair and hoisted him back on his feet; that's when her hands shifted to his coat's collar. "Unfortunately..." she said, dragging Zaac over to a small array of consoles against his will, "you're not my type!"

Drusilla slammed Zaac's head into the control console, breaking it with a loud fizz. And again. And again. Blood splattered over her hands, leaving most of Zaac looking like a ruptured tomato. She kissed Zaac again and pushed him back, testing his endurance.

"Your turn." Drusilla beckoned. "Show me what you got, lover boy."

Zaac wiped the blood from his face. "You're dead meat!"

"Am I now? What are you gonna do? Bleed on me?"

Zaac had to squint with his one good eye to see Drusilla. He raised his fist and started with a left hook; after that failed to land, he dropped to his knees. He stood back up and aimed for Drusilla's legs, sweeping with a right kick.

Drusilla simply stepped back and kicked out Zaac's knee, causing him to stumble on the ground. She sighed. "You're such a disappointment to me..."

"God-damn you!"

"Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?! The same God who created us in his image, only to suffer for his amusement?"

"You know nothing!"

"Don't I? Let me tell you something I do know. If your God wanted you to live well and fight the 'good fight', he wouldn't have created me." She paused. "Or rather, creating my father, or my predecessors… Eh, it's complicated."

"You were an accident… created out of sheer desperation."

"We don't get to choose our humble beginnings, only our actions. And boy, was it all fun in the end, huh! A helluva ride, wasn't it? You and me saving the world together? Like regular besties..."

"Fuck you…"

"Actually, I don't like to share. It was all me."

Zaac groaned, lowering his head.

"The years apart have not been kind to you, Zachariah." Drusilla waved her hand. "Not only you've become a miserable old man, but you've also grown a little soft on me." She shook her head. "To think you had all this time to perfect your abilities while I was gone, and this is what you had to offer-"

"There were more important things to worry about... than to waste my time living up to your expectations, Drusilla!" Zaac raised his head. "Who do you think was cursed to clean up the mess you've made!?"

Drusilla shook her head. "I was doing the world a favour." She paced around in front of Zaac menacingly. "I reckon Wesker had the right idea all along... what was it he said?" She snapped her fingers. "Ah, yes. 'Every day, humans come one step closer to self-destruction.' I couldn't put it better myself, but he didn't 'save the world', did he?"

"No..." Zaac struggled to lift himself.

"It's nice Wesker shared the same idea as Verkraft; he would have made an excellent general. Brother Albert… he could've been the best..."

"To force humanity to be more powerful is one thing, but you just did it for a bloody laugh! It's not like you did it in the name of your false God."

Drusilla stopped and grinned. "Takes one to know one... I digress." She resumed pacing; Zaac watched her like a hawk. "It was true that my devotion to the Madness God was an act; however, I figured there was no harm in finding out if this 'saviour' was genuine. A Death Bringer to defeat death and save humanity was a soft ambition of mine at the time, and it worked with my peers, so… no harm giving it a shot, right?"

Zaac felt offended and gnashed his teeth. "No harm?! Your actions caused the deaths of billions of innocent people!"

Drusilla bent down to meet his eyes. "Plenty of warmongers, tyrants and terrorists fell before me; it was only a matter of time before someone slipped through the cracks. If it weren't me, it would just be someone else."

"Sarkis would stop them..."

Drusilla couldn't help letting out a chuckle. "In the state he was in? I highly doubt that. If Sarkis defeated me on the rare, rare, rare occasion, we would no longer be in a world worth saving... There will always be worse people than me out there, and I promise you'll miss the times we shared should you ever meet them..."

"Monsters like you are all the same; I would've taken my chances..."

"What you call a monster, I am, in fact, a bit of a hero; I freed the planet of its bondage and wiped the slate clean! What happens now will be up to the survivors strong enough to survive and overcome."

"People like you don't get to decide that!"

"Someone had to! Both Verkraft and Exo-Umbrella wanted to save humanity; chances are, one of them would succeed. Playing both sides means I win either way."

"To condemn the people to a life of immortality or communism… It's absurd! They would never work."

"We would never know…" Drusilla sighed. "Rather unfortunate that I didn't get the reward I was hoping for… didn't even get to experiment on any survivors… Oh, well, I can always start over. I'm thinking a career in vault hunting might be a good start. Give it a year; I could be rich and famous, like, stupid rich and famous."

Zaac roared, stretching out to grab Drusilla, but she stood back up far out of his reach.

"And those who dare to oppose me, I'll do to them exactly what I did to you." Drusilla pointed at Zaac. "Try not to be so hard on yourself, Zachariah; you had a good run; it's not like you can win all the time."

Zaac slammed his fist on the ground. "It's not about winning! It's not about winning..." He sobbed quietly.

Drusilla waved her arms out, smiling sweetly. "Quite the sore loser, aren't you?" She snickered.

Drusilla grabbed Zaac by the throat and lifted him off his feet; he was taller, so it wasn't easy. She threw his limp body at scrapped missiles on the furthest right side. He rebounded off the first one and landed flat on his face.

Dorian walked over to Drusilla and held out her revolver. "That was... interesting..."

"Wasn't it?" Drusilla holstered her gun, and clapped merrily shortly after. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Dorian smiled, tilting his head. "Enjoyed to some extent. Especially the part where you said that you loved him..."

"Is that jealousy I'm detecting, my king?"

Dorian scoffed. "Hardly. I see Zaac as a spoiled brat rather than direct competition these days. You certainly have a unique way of punishment, my queen."

"I gave him a pass, on the account he's already broken. No amount of bandages will fix that miserable buzzard; that itself is a job well done."

"Certainly encourages morale, seeing you kick his ass into submission."

Drusilla blushed. "Come now; you would have done the very same."

Dorian puffed his chest. "That I would."

Drusilla wrapped her arm around Dorian and groped his crotch. "You're the perfect man for me, my king." She nuzzled his chest. "So strong. So full of wisdom and vigour. There is no other mate I would want at my side."

Dorian smiled, blushing only slightly. "You are too kind." He took Drusilla's hand and caressed it, locking fingers in a moment of embrace. "If that call from Hyperion is genuine, every day would be a new adventure, I promise."

"Next destination: Elpis. Oooo, let's go already!"

"Of course." Dorian kissed Drusilla. "Let me just initiate the launch." He walked to the terminal and fired it up. After a series of buttons, a siren came on.

Drusilla purred, feeling the vibrations underneath her feet. "Oooo, I can't be more excited…."

The couple walked to the catwalk and got ready for their departure; their new future began in just a few steps. Then Drusilla overheard Zaac getting back on his feet from the broken mess she left him; he shifted himself back onto his feet while using the missile as an aid.

"Hold on." Drusilla stopped at the bottom of the steps. So close. "We can't leave Zachariah like this..."

Dorian chuckled. "You're not feeling pity for him, are you?"

Drusilla smiled. "Not even in his dreams. But after everything we've been through, I feel as if there's more to be done. More to be said."

"Like what? We've already left a lasting impression."

"I think he just needs a finishing touch." Drusilla let go of Dorian's hand and looked around the floor. She noticed a pipe that rolled to her feet. "Ah, there you are."

Drusilla kicked up the pipe into the air with the nose of her black high-heeled shoe and gripped it tightly. The crooked pipe was perfect for leaving a lasting impression if used correctly.

She twisted her body and threw quickly in Zaac's direction, travelling at such velocity like a projectile. The pipe flew at Zaac as he was about to dart forward, and when he did, his heart stopped. Zaac could feel his body clenching up tight.

The pipe's sharper edge tore through Zaac's armour, his chest and buried into the flesh underneath. The pipe carried on, piercing between his ribs, tearing through his right lung and cleaving a clean hole through his heart - thrusting out his back and pinning him to the missile behind him.

Zaac screamed. He felt his heart burst, and it was like a supernova exploding inside him, burning through his mind and soul. With his thoughts lit up, even in an instant, he knew his body just couldn't handle it.

After some weak resistance, Zaac succumbed to the torment and gave up. He failed. His eyes closed one last time after failing to budge himself free. Blood dribbled down his legs into a small pool beneath his feet as his body sagged.

Drusilla grinned. "Stick around, Zachariah."

"Systems terminated." Dorian chuckled. He took Drusilla's hand. "Shall we?"

"Please do. I'm sick of this planet."

Dorian and Drusilla entered their tricked-out missile and the doors sealed. After the catwalk shifted, the large thrusters hummed loudly against the sombre sounds of the echoing siren.

Air escaped the thrusters, sending heavy vibrations deep underground. An explosive burst cloud of energy clouded the launchpad into a heavy mist of steam and air. The shuttle was free to launch and parted from the silo at record speed, blasting off like an actual missile.

The silo's doors closed over, and yet the lights stayed on, leaving the empty silo void of life. The echoes slowly faded away in the incoming minutes after departure.