Int. Inside Warehouse (Night) October 23, 2025, 10:15 PM
Blake struggled with carrying Gabriel, his back aching from taking the explosion at point-blank range. "I'm getting too old for this shit," he thought, but continued on, struggling to move. The screams of Lucious grew quiet as Blake finally got them back to the entrance of the storage area. Sweat poured down his face, Gabriel's body finally going limp. "Fuck, come on, kid, work with me just a little bit," Blake muttered, sitting Gabriel's back against the wall, noticing how slow Gabriel's breathing had gotten.
Blake's face paled, not knowing how to navigate the situation. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he tried to open the door and found it locked. Blake let out a loud groan. "Why wouldn't it be locked? Fuck me."
"Fucking you? I guess I can arrange that," Lucious's voice growled out from behind Blake.
Blake's heart dropped, his breath catching in his throat. Blake shakily turned around, his eyes widened upon seeing the man's new grotesque look. Before, where the man's face would've been considered handsome, now he was burnt to a crisp. Lucious's eyes were either red from the pepper bomb or from anger, it was really hard to tell. The once long, smoothly flowing blonde hair was dirtied beyond recognition. The top half of the red cloak was burnt into Lucious's chest.
Lucious just chuckled at Blake's expression, taking a step forward, while Blake took a step back, finding himself pressed back against the wall. "I have to admit, I underestimated you. For a human, you're not half bad," Lucious grumbled. His burnt face still held a sadistic smile. "I'll make sure when you strip your flesh for the ritual, you're awake for every cut we do. I'll pay you back tenfold for ruining my face." Taking another step forward, like a lion stalking its prey, Blake tried to fumble in his jacket pocket for something, gripping the handle before Lucious held him up by his throat once again. "Enough of that," he growled.
Blake was able to hold onto the object he had grabbed. Stars began closing around his vision, the feeling of his lungs burning as he tried to get air. "Last chance, Detective!" Lucious spat, his tone venomous. "We can end this peacefully if you just stop struggling!"
"G... g... o... o... to... h... e... e... l... l!" Blake gasped as he quickly brought the object in his hand to Lucious's neck. At the end of the object were two metal probes running with electricity; when it struck his neck, Lucious's entire body shut down, his hand opening on its own, dropping Blake to the ground. Blake quickly took in as much air as he could. "When we survive this, I'll think about never having another pack of smokes, I swear to God," he muttered.
Rubbing his throat with his left hand, the stun gun in his right, he quickly stood up and glanced down at Lucious's body still shaking on the ground. Blake, knowing that Lucious will be getting up soon, ran inwards towards the shelves, trying to get as far away from Gabriel's body as possible.
Even at his age of forty-five, he hadn't lost as much as people thought in terms of fitness. While his diet is bad, he still regularly goes to the gym (he'd never admit it to Gabriel), but when they first worked together, he got gassed trying to chase a suspect Gabriel easily caught. After that, he regularly kept going in his free time, which was a good thing he did. He quickly ran through the warehouse, but had a feeling something was behind him. Listening to his gut, he quickly slid on the ground; a winged figure flew above Blake, crashing into the shelves in front of him.
WHAM!
The winged creature crashing into it caused a domino effect of multiple other shelves falling. One after another, loud bangs could be heard, causing the floor to shake with the amount of weight. Blake moved to make sure he wasn't hit by any of the products falling to the ground, though he did notice one of the loads wrapped in plastic contained Oxygen canisters. Hopping to his feet, he turned his back on the fallen shelves, hoping to make distance.
A black whip wrapped around his legs, tripping him up, making him fall hard on the ground. From the wreckage, slight blood dripping down his face, was Lucious. His form was grotesque in a way; his skin was missing along with black wings coming out of his back. His long hair was gone; the top of his head was bald. "You one ugly son of a bitch, you know that," Blake yelled as he tried to grab onto anything around him, though the force of his grip was less than the whip that was dragging him back by his feet.
These games are sickening. Screw Sty and what he wants from you. I'm going to make you suffer for this treatment," Lucious said as he pulled on the whip, dragging back Blake.
Blake quickly looked around, before finding a small container marked "oxygen." He grabbed it, using all the strength he could muster, and threw it at Lucious. "Was that supposed to do something?" Lucious mocked, the metal canister bouncing off his head with a small ding.
"Don't blink," Blake replied with a smirk on his face as he quickly pulled out his gun. Taking aim, he fired his whole magazine into the small Oxygen tank; it quickly caught fire before exploding underneath Lucious's feet. The wrapped oxygen tank to the left of Lucious also got caught in the small explosions, all exploding together in a violent fireball, engulfing Lucious in the violent blaze.
Lucious roared in pain, dropping to the ground, his entire body on fire as he rolled around. "AHHHHH!" his screams loud, echoing around the entire building.
"That's for making you suffer by looking at your ugly mug," Blake grunted, his Boston accent coming out in full force. He quickly unwrapped the whip from around his legs, throwing the end of it in the fire. He took one last glance at the man—nay, monster—on fire. Praying that this is the end of all of this, he began to limp away, his back in pain.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Lucious's voice echoed from around Blake before a giant clawed hand smacked Blake across the face, sending him flying over a fallen shelf.
Blake's body landed hard on the ground before rolling to a stop a couple of feet later. Blake laid there groggily, eyes blurry as he looked up to the ceiling. The explosion caused a fire that began to slowly creep to the ceiling. Blake never got a chance to move before Lucious stepped on his chest hard; sounds of cracking could be heard as the bones in Blake's body shattered.
"You think these flames could stop me? ME! I'm one of the seven sins, one of the ones who helped plague humans, and you thought this little fire, these little fuck tricks could stop me!" he screamed, leaning down towards Blake's face. Lucious rose up his leg before stepping on Blake's arm, breaking it. Blake let out a muffled scream, his face scrunched up in pain. Lucious reveled in the screams, leaning down, he licked Blake's face clean of blood. "For a human, not for a disgusting sinner like you, you put up a decent fight." Lucious leaned back, his face wrapping into a sinister grin. "Now you die."
Blake tried to say words, but it came out garbled; his mouth had blood coming out of it. Every breath was an agonizing pain as he looked at the creature standing above him. Maybe he deserved it for not being a better police officer, for not helping the way he thought he was. Tears came out of his eyes, the face of his little girl flowing through his head. Closing his eyes, he refused to see the look on the man's face, not allowing Lucious to take any more glee from his pain. As Blake laid there, waiting for the end, a warmth began to spread through his body. It felt like the hug of his mother, the love and warmth from years ago curling around him.
Opening his eyes, expecting to see Lucious, or maybe a burning lake of fire, in front of him was a room full of white. Above him, where Lucious once stood, instead was a woman with fair skin and dark brown eyes. Her hair was cut fairly short, smiling upon him. "It's been a while, hasn't it, Blake?" the woman stated, reaching down and putting her hand on his forehead. A white light appeared from around Blake's body for a couple of seconds before dying down. "Life hasn't treated you kindly, but I have to thank you for keeping your promise to me, to us. My son, he... he turned out great." She acknowledged, nothing but happiness and peace radiating from her.
Blake opened his mouth, before closing it a couple of times. The words dying on the tip of his tongue as the bright light faded from his vision. "I thought you died! Jesus, I saw your dead body. How are you here? Why are you here?"
The woman let out a small laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. "Always the cop wanting answers. One day, I hope you can reconcile with my sister. But for now, my son's body grows weak from the strain. This is goodbye for now, Blakey," she said, her eyes watering before pressing a finger to his forehead.
"What about Gab—" was all Blake could get out before his body began to turn sleepy. As his eyes grew blurry, he took one last look at the dead woman. The woman began to fade, showing Gabriel's body, his eyes pure white as wings made of light protruded from his back. Wrapped around Gabriel was the woman, hugging him, wrapped around his back. Blake couldn't help but let out a small smile at seeing that, happy that he got to see the woman one last time before his vision grew dark. Blake finally passed out.