Heaven Shall Be Empty
Heaven gave birth to all things for man, yet man has nothing to give back to Heaven.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
Seven Kill Stele
EPISTLE I
When the hellgate first opened, Management scrambled ten thousand personnel to divert a river through it, hoping to hold back what was waiting. Unfortunately, even the Phlegethon could only buy them a month.
Lumi Laine is an experimental soteriologist who will tear apart the foundations of the world. Good Intentions is the hyperweapon that heralds the end of warfare. They're a match made in Hell.
There was silence in Heaven for about half an hour.
The Coalition tries their best. The Inferno sends its worst. Things rapidly ascend into base brutality.
But I see she is only a woman: I decant her intestines, I stud her spine with JTAG ports, I chisel out her lowermost ribs.
Lumi Laine is a living weapon. But weapons must be shaped, sharpened, cared for. Whose hand sculpted her?
Man occupied the centre of the world. But he was a fallen creature, this world was a fallen world; only the stars were faultless.
Midnight girl versus the morning star. Saint ascendant versus fallen angel. A new sister versus the original betrayer. Mech versus Moloch. All must see fire.
They will never unsheathe you again.
Nobody expected her story to end this way.
EPISTLE II
To be continued?
A container for my (that is to say, whenwerewe's) tale series, currently focusing on the travails of a mech pilot and her crush as they wage war on the Devil. Featuring tangents on cosmogony and regrettable romance. Read from the start on down; there are currently no sidestories or errata.
