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Johannah sat in one of Valentino’s limos, the smell of bad sex and smoke intruding on her nostrils. Johannah had been sitting here for a while, waiting for the bald pimp so she could plan her kill. She heard the door open and was about to hide when she saw Vaggie instead of Valentino.
“You think I was going to let you go at this alone?” Vaggie says, smiling.
“Weren’t you helping Andy?” Johannah asks, looking confused.
“I think Velvette’s fans sorted the remaining forces out for us.” Vaggie answers, dusting off her ragged clothes.
“I guess she’s out of the picture then.” Johannah replied, trying to remain neutral.
Vaggie looked out the window, spotting Valentino walking to the limo they were in. Silently, the sinner & the ewe hid under some chair cushions.
After Valentino got in, the limo set off to the moth’s condo. “All this work… 400 years of maintaining this empire… and it all falls because of me? No, no, I didn’t cause this. No, I didn’t.” Valentino says to himself, trying to form some pity.
Vaggie scowled as she hit, watching Valentino lament. “You seeing this, Jo?” Vaggie whispers.
Johannah didn’t answer. She wasn’t even looking at Valentino.
“Nevermind.” Vaggie whispered again, noticing a change in demeanour in the ewe.
The limo would soon arrive, and Valentino would run to an elevator up to his condo in a panic.
Once he was out of sight, Vaggie emerged from the cushions. “Alright, you ready to take him on?” Vaggie asks.
Johannah would only nod as she unbuckled her jacket, her expression blank and hollow.
Vaggie would follow, not knowing why Johannah had gone so non-vocal.
Valentino looked for some confirmation that his work was still at the top, only to find something terrible for him. At the top was mainly independent artists, particularly #1 being the famed ‘Angel Dust’. “FUCK!!… Why is no one watching my shit!? What caused this!? I had the industry in the palm of my goddamn hands, and some insignificant little shits came and ripped everything out of my grasp?!” Valentino rants, furious as he kicks a chair and thrashing his desk. He pants a bit afterwards.
Johannah enters, the door seemingly opening in front of her on its own, and closing behind her before Vaggie could make it in. Jo’s eyes became a deep purple, no pupil and iris to be seen.
Valentino turns around, noticing the ewe. “Wha-Oh great, some spooky shit, great! What do you want!?”
Johannah stays silent, staring into the abyss, as it comes back.
“I said, THE FU-!” Valentino yells before being cut off by a purple incorporeal hand choking him.
Hundreds of voices speak at once, as Vaggie listens in through the door “Valentino, thou bear witness to the host of WILL, we come to seek payment for what you have done to all of us.” More hands appear as Johannah’s irises turn white in the dark purple void.
Val is grabbed and pinned, nearly fanned out as he struggles to get free. Hands hold hammers, railroad spikes, and a heated knife as they get closer.
Vaggie can hear his screaming, his pain, knowing exactly what’s happening. Crucifixion, followed by complete castration.
The hands write “Pietatis Imperium” as the descriptor.
“Please… stop… I can’t do it… Anymore…” Valentino pleads, wanting mercy. Purple light comes from the ground as it cracks.
Vaggie is working on getting in to stop this madness as The Lamb of WILL speaks with the voices of many.
“You will not get your mercy. We broadcast to show your pitifulness, and that darkness cannot live.” They stab Valentino with the searing blade, and twist it before pulling it out of his abdomen.
Valentino screams a cry of death, just as Vaggie gets in.
“Jo! What are you doing!? Snap out of it!” Vaggie demands, shaking Johannah back to a normal state as the hands quickly dissipate, and her eyes return to normal.
“Wha-What happened?” Johannah asks.
Vaggie only stares Johannah in the eye as the ewe turns to see the brutalised & pinned moth on display with a groin only a Ken doll would be proud of.
“O-Oh my God! I-I did this?!” Johannah asks, holding back tears of shock. How was she capable of this? Did she do this? Why would she do this?
“You seemed to have… been a vessel for those who died under his rule.” Vaggie says, walking around the somehow still breathing Valentino.
“How many died? How many wished this harm upon him?” Johannah asked, curious as she watched Vaggie.
“There’s no exact numbers… but it’s said around twenty thousand were killed with illegally obtained angelic weapons.” Vaggie replies, her tone somber.
Johannah was shocked, more tears crashing into the ground of the condo. “I… I think they were right.” She says, looking into Val’s eyes.
The moth was desperate. Desperate for help that won’t arrive.
“But he’s still alive. We have to stop any form of recovery. I don’t suppose your torpedo launchers work?” Vaggie replies.
“We’ll have to see.” Johannah says as she buckles her jacket and taps her combadge. “Johannah to Unreliable, two to beam up.”
Soon, the Unreliable soared over Pentagram City, making its way to Val's condo. Sinners were watching from below as the Miranda class starship flew over their heads and buildings.
On the bridge, Breezie stood up from the captain’s chair, looking at the viewscreen. Memories soaring through her head seeing the state the clubs were in, the way the workers were treated… It made her sick to her stomach. She scowled, her hand clenching into a fist. “Sutaba, ready a spread of torpedoes. It should be enough to rip that damn moth to shreds.” Breezie commands, clearly pissed off.
“Aye captain.” Sutaba responds, loading a photon torpedo into the launcher.
The Unreliable slows, sitting only a few kilometres from the condo.
“Aim at Valentino and fire on my mark.” Breezie says, as the atmosphere around the bridge gets cold.
“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?” Alex asks, concerned.
“If Johannah and Vaggie’s concerns are to be trusted, then we can’t allow that freak a chance to heal.” Breezie replies.
The crew looks at each other nervously before Sutaba sets the aim. 5 seconds passed, though they felt like 5 centuries. Many had their hearts pounding in their chest.
After what felt like a millennium of silence, Breezie spoke. “Fire.” She says, her voice making ice seem warm by comparison.
The torpedo blasted out of the launcher in the form of a bright red light, rocketing towards Valentino’s condo. Valentino looked in front of him as he saw the torpedoes approaching rapidly. He tried to push himself off of the Delta he was crucified on, but it was far too late. With several loud bangs and a bright explosion, Valentino was killed, his flesh disintegrated by the flames of the explosion and his bones reduced to ash.
“Good riddance.” Breezie said coldly.