A Small Underdeveloped Country, the presidential palace
Gabriel smiled to himself. Six months after the Sun had changed back, he had managed to keep his grip on power. After the Sun changed, the people wanted order. He, as the head of the army, saw the opportunity and, after quickly removing the elected president, gave said order to them. He was now making sure he continued on top to give more orders by exerting draconian measures of control, from disappearing political opponents to censorship. He was human. Or, in case doing such things as he did stretches the definition of a "human" past its breaking point, he was a non-changed.
He walked past his two guards and into his office and saw an angel woman sitting on his chair, her hands folded in front of her face. He could see a beauty mole on her cheek.
"Why, hey, Gabe. How goes? You know, this chair of yours had to be adjusted so I could do the Gendo Ikari pose. How do you like it?"
Gabriel took in the sight as calmly as he could. He was unarmed right then, but his security detail was right outside. Yet, the angel woman somehow seemed to have made it to his office without alerting them. This meant he would have to be cautious and calm, even though, aside from a rather odd and longish bracelet, the angel woman was unarmed.
"Who are you?" - He asked, calmly, in English. He would have her executed. Maybe after doing a thing or two to her, she wasn't unattractive at all.
"Oh, relax. My name isn't important. I'm here to help you pack." - She said, smiling amiably, casually unfolding her hands and stretching her arms across his desk - "Hmm, you know, I do like this desk. And the chair isn't half bad either... I hope you don't mind if I keep them?"
She is insane. - He thought.
He pressed a button on a remote in his pocket, one that would send a signal for his security detail to come in.
Ten seconds later, nothing happened.
Thirty seconds and a very awkward pause later, nothing continued to happen.
"I hate awkward pauses in the conversation. So, do you like musicals? Les Mis? Do You Hear The People Sing?" - Said the angel.
"What do you want from me?" - He asked.
"As I said, I'm here to help you pack." - Said the angel, smiling congenially.
"I have no plans to go anywhere." - He said.
"Oh, but you do! Scenic Netherlands! Tulips! Dykes! Windmills! Weed!" - The angel kept on, in an excited crescendo, adding, after a pause - "The Hague!"
"Cheap words." - He said - "You clearly have no means to kill me and I could likely still defeat you in a straight-up fight without weapons, angel. My security detail will come in any moment now. If you throw yourself at my mercy and explain how you came here, I will be kind enough to pretend this never happened."
The angel woman paused, then, as if hit by sudden inspiration, smiled.
"Cool, I get to say that one line!" - She went on, still smiling - "I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request... Means 'no'." - She went on - "So, how did you like my Barbossa impression? Anyways. You're coming with me to The Hague. There are some charges of crimes against humanity waiting for you there, you know. Plus, you will step down formally and we will have the UN help what's left of your judicial system organize actual free and fair elections here and change this place back into a democracy. You see, I finally managed to convince your little protectors that they would be better off not angering me by protecting dictators. So you're out."
"And how do you plan to convince me to comply, angel?" - Gabriel snarled.
"With six words. Just six." - Said the angel, her friendly tone vanishing completely.
Gabriel paled as the angel's "mole" began unraveling into a pitch-black scar that moved and twirled across her cheek.
The angel with the moving scar...
"No... It's just an Internet story... A myth..." - He said - "It can't..."
"I am the Angel of Chaos." - Said Lucas, finally. Evenly, as if she were telling someone the time.
The angel didn't say anything else. Nor did she have to. Gabriel knew he had lost then and there. He now knew fully well what his options were. Throwing himself at her mercy and at that of the HRC or throwing himself at the mercy of the very people he had spent the last year oppressing, and who would be pretty eager and willing to apply on him each and every technique he had spent the past year applying on them.
"I surrender." - He said - "What are your terms?"
"Step down formally, call elections that will be supervised by the UN, and follow me to The Hague. I'll take you there, blindfolded." - Said Lucas - "Also? Thanking me for not gutting you would be welcome, but I suppose I see why you would not feel like it. And I'm taking your furniture, it will look good in my living room!"
The Moon
