Preantepenultimate

“They call him the Gunslinger. Heavily armed, fearless and in possession of a death wish. He is the only thing stopping this kingdom from growing.

For you see, he has the princess; your daughter and the only heir to the throne. Without her your kingdom is doomed.

Rumor has it, he is staying in a safe-house in the center of The Valley. He has traveled from the homeland, through nothingness and into beyond to get to here.

It is not known what he has planned for the princess, but what is is that he is heading this way, you must stand and fight at the gates, for the sake of your futures.”

“And why should I believe you, petty Messenger?”

The Messenger reached towards his hip and drew.

Silence and the roar of the suns did all the talking as The Messenger edged his finger towards the trigger.

Looking into the barrel and reading his name on the bullet, Lucifer finally broke the spell and uttered his final words, “Who do you work for... Sir?”

“Him.”

A bullet to the brain brought Lucifer to his knees, as The Messenger stood powerfully before him.
“And they told me you would never bow...”

By this point a crowd of worried citizens had formed around the scene, The Messenger looked into their soulless eyes and grinned.
“You best prepare yourselves,” he breathed deeply. “The Gunslinger is coming.”

Laughter was all he could manage as he himself faced a bullet of his own soaring towards his chest.

And when his heart could take no more, he spoke with blood rushing out of his mouth;

“Welcome to the end of days.”

To Be Continued 12.6.12