restlessFandom: DC
Prompt: #17, Lack of God
Word Count: About bit over a hundred.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: DC Comics owns all characters involved.
Summary: There's always a last battle.
Author Notes: For dramatic effect, I should have posted one of the other fics as the last one in the challenge. Then again, that's kind of the point.
The last seal was broken. Dust became flesh, the dead came back to life, and the world was weighted in the ultimate scale and found wanting. Earth itself opened to throw mankind into the fires below.
Seven beings stood.
"We would like to appeal."
An immortal, invincible host raised their spears in angered retort. Should they defy the Will, they would have to face forces stronger than any their universe had ever withstood.
The being clad in red whispered to nobody in particular. "What, again?"
"Flash. Focus."
"I'm just saying."
Mortals referred to the ensuing battle as "the one last Thursday" for about a week.
.finis.
