Reign of Chaos

It began centuries ago.

He started as an entity,

gaining more power with every infected soul.

The world thought it was the next plague, but it was more.

He is the god Chaos, self-proclaimed, of course,

escaping the realm of chaos,

a void between Heaven and Earth.

He defied the gods of ancient Greece,

spreading diseases and blasphemous ideas of revolution.

Olympus fell many centuries ago,

as Zeus and his fellow gods faded like burnt stars.

With no gods to wreak his vengeance upon,

Chaos sought those crafted in Zeus's image, the humans.

With his herd, Erebus and Nyx,

- -he infects and destroys.

And those lost souls become joiners.

Their roaming has spread the plague further.

Slowly, the world is being consumed of all human soul.

Most of the survivors escape the cities and live.

Many fall when they return

- -to cities to scavenge.

The only hope lies in the bloodlines of the goddess Nike.

Only they can bring an end to Chaos.

For centuries, the Phalanx Knights

were guardians.

I've read the scriptures and heeded the warnings

that for millennia the seers have predicted.

We have sought out the Nike lineage,

prepared them and trained them,

waiting for the time Chaos would return.

The time is now.

But slowly, he is seeking out and eradicating the bloodline.

Only a few remain.

These three women of the Nike bloodline

have been under my tutelage for a while now.

It's not often I come across a family,

but these three sisters have trained for this moment.

Chaos does not wait until his enemies are ready for him, no.

And the end of days waits for no man.

You are too important to lose!

We go, now!

Your sisters are lost.

No!

Don't!

-Give it to me! Give it to me! -No!

Stop!

No!

Wait!

Lock her down. I want to see her face.

No!

Your last breaths will bear witness

to your blood escaping, and I am one step closer

to ending your wretched bloodline for good.

My minions will drink it, feast on it,

and I will bathe in it,

increasing my power with every drop.

No!

This is your legacy.

Pathetic.

No!

No!

Nicole?

Dad?

-Are you okay? -Dad said my name!

That's, that's good.

I don't want you to get your hopes up.

He still isn't aware of his surroundings.

Just please, don't expect too much.

I know, Mom. It's okay.

It's just nice to hear, that's all.

Besides, if we can't get food soon,

none of us will survive for long.

The nearby wood has been picked clean

of everything that wasn't rotted.

Sorry. Failed.

No, you did your best.

What else can we do?

Those things out there are growing in number by the day.

I need to go back into the city tomorrow.

Oh, no, please, no. Please.

We're gonna find a way. We can check the lakes again.

We can't afford more wasted days, Mom.

We need some food and we need some medicine.

It's too dangerous!

I need to go further this time,

old industrial sites, maybe raid a warehouse or two.

If they've not been picked clean.

I can argue, but you won't listen, will you?

Sorry. I need to do it.

Mom!

Leave me alone.

What is it?

Don't touch me!

What on earth happened?

Wait.

What?

-I've got some food here. -Really? What have you got?

Plenty. Maybe I'm feeling generous.

You'll give me food out of the kindness of your heart?

Maybe you'll do something for me, too.

Really? What have you got in mind?

Babe, we can see the world's going to shit.

Might just take the two of us to continue the human species.

You know, you're kind of ugly.

I think I can make a better looking baby with someone else.

I'm all for saving humanity,

but you look like joiner shit already.

Now, I was nice to you.

Sure.

Get the fuck out of here, little boy.

Jackpot!

-Impressive. -Who the hell are you?

Come with me and I'll tell you.

You know they teach little kids not to run off

with strangers when they're three years old, right?

Want to sit around here, counting your beans?

Or you want to come save the world?

I'm interested, and don't get too close,

or I'll punch you in the face.

Well then, let's begin.

Your attack is crude and slow, like that of a clumsy...

What do you want?

I want you, child of Valeria, descendant of Nike.

Jesus, another med junkie. Leave me alone!

Wait!

Leave me alone, junkie.

Go get your next fix and quit bugging me.

I am no junkie. I am a Guardian.

You've got a screw loose.

In case you didn't notice,

the whole world has got a screw loose.

They've succumbed to a virus, a plague.