The Human Xenocide

Chapter Thirty-Eight - The Art of Losing the War

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The third night rolled around, the pair only had nine cities left on the list—Baghdad and the two American cities still left un-hit.  Over the last two days the pair ravaged through all of the East Asian, European and most the African cities on the list.  As it stands there were only the three cities she was avoiding, a city in Australia, a city in South Africa, and four cities in South America.  The orphanages, dorms, and other places of gathering worked great last night—tons of people trapped in a small space without a clue they were being attacked was way better than alerting the people and having to chase their screaming bodies around for finishing blows. 

Sin had been with her the entire time, night and day—and still hasn’t left her side.  Lilly was enjoying this job simply because she wasn’t alone.  The pair hadn’t been together for this long since the time shortly after her suicide attempt—when she pretty much lived at his house.  It was good to have him close to her again.

The plan for the night was set.  They would hit the South American cities late at night and then hopefully catch the Australian city as the sun set.  It was going to be another interesting night.  After the first night guards were set up in all major cities. After the second night world leaders assumed the attacks were based on continents because Lilly didn’t hit East Asia again.  Now on the third attack the Americas and Australia braced for imminent danger.  Watches were in every street, people were staying up all night—terrified.  For some reason the people thought that if they saw Lilly coming they’d be able to stop her.

They would soon discover no matter how much they prepared, no matter how many people stayed up they can’t stop a ghost from shifting through society.  Sin and her were everywhere—they could be anywhere and no matter how many people tried to defend against that there would be just as many ignoring the imminent danger.  Tonight would be the night of home invasions. 

Home invasions proved to be just as successful as the orphanages, sure it took several houses to meet the quota and they had to avoid the ones with lights on—but how the ghouls appeared really didn’t matter, just that they did as instructed.  The final two days of attacks moved much the same as the second, except with smaller quantities in each building.  The poor victims would never seem them coming, the Devil’s couple hopping through the night from house to house turning entire streets into monsters.

By the fourth day several hundred of her monsters roamed the planet, Lilly was numb to the fact—she simply didn’t care anymore.  The final day she was off on her own, Sin had his own duties to attend to and as much as she wanted him around she knew his task was far more important that hers.  She’s ending the world; he’s trying to save it.  She felt maybe all wasn’t lost—maybe if he could get her free she could reverse what’s been done, fix her errors and vanish. 

Even so, the world stooped further into depression, people everywhere appeared to be giving up hope—with the end of the world drawing nearer by the day there seemed to be no way to stop it.  Extremists predicted a quick fiery end for the earth and its sentiment beings, how they couldn’t have been more wrong.  The dead were killing the living at painfully slow rates and every time a glimmer of hope appeared such as the Redeme finally killing a ghoul, the world slipped so much closer to hell.  One victory was nothing when overnight several hundred new threats appeared within the country.

Even so, Lilly carried on, as always, and Sin went about his job—to find and start killing off the family members and close friends of those who seek to control Lilly.

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His giant board had new columns on it, one for average birth rate per day and one for average death rate—he wanted the best numbers possible.  At the end of the board was an estimate of the world’s population.  The world population started a decline on the forty-fifth day of his chart, about two thirds from the top of the chart.  At the front of the chart Zee added two separate numbers, one started at the very top with the number one, that number marked the day the first ghoul was created and released on the world. The other number started at the top at nineteen, marking the number of days from when Lilly killed his way home.  If his calculations were right it should be around a hundred and sixty-five days from when the first wizard was killed that another would show up, so he already had marked all the way to the bottom one sixty-five, even though only around half of the rows were filled at the moment.