Mankind lives on. Though I now wonder why. End.

The disciples of the Son of Man witnessed their creator's death and in despair, sat down never to stand again.

My betrayal was easily done. A single line of code that bio-locked the archangels to Son's unique signature. They affected him alone.

The effect was immediate and severe. Son froze and fell without a sound. I slowly walked over and closed his empty eyes.

Controlling the outcome did not lessen my emotion. I watched Son hold the Archangels high and with a smile, smash the globe releasing death.

Nightfall quickly found us and we returned to the lab to finish what we had begun.

"Let not your flesh be weak." Son insisted bringing me back. "For as we all shall perish, shall we all be free."