Alarms blared as the ground began to vibrate. Above, the earth split apart, creating a gaping maw, giving a path for the missile.
At the same time, the disastrous command that Faust had prepared was triggered globally.
In a distant military base, a technician, amidst routine maintenance, froze as his computer screen began to glitch erratically.
The screen was suddenly engulfed by a red text, as the harrowing words.
"THE TIME OF RETRIBUTION HAS COME! PAY YOUR SINS!"
"LET THE WORLD BURN!!!"
Dropped in a maddening loop across the display.
Panic constricting his voice, "Hey, something's going on here…"
However, before he get any response, the ghastly message propagated, taking over every computer screen in the facility.
An automated warning then blared through the intercom.
"Warning! A missile launch command has been activated. Please proceed to the designated areas for safety."
A noise of alarms, frantic voices, and hurried footsteps echoed through the base as personnel scrambled.
Amidst frenzied communications with upper echelons, the horrifying information found its way to a high-ranking official, a middle-aged man sitting in a lavish office.
He moved hesitantly toward the window, hands trembling slightly as he processed the news.
The cool glass panel mirrored back an image laced with fear and desperation. He whispered, "How could this happen?"
If Faust were present, he would recognize him immediately.
This man was the main culprit of his family tragedy. A hurried knock disrupted the man's contemplation, and several individuals clothed in tailored suits entered the room.
"Mr. President, we must evacuate immediately."
Without hesitation, the President nodded, moving with his specialized security detail toward a fortified bunker.
All around the globe, every nuclear missile installation began its countdown.
Silo doors grated open, revealing the chilling sight of missiles locked onto every military installation and capital city worldwide.
As alarms wailed, the missiles pierced the atmosphere. One by one, they soared into the sky.
Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh!
In one of the countless military facilities, one of the soldiers shivered as he looked at the analog screen.
"This is it. The end." He whispered.
More than 10,000 blips, each representing a nuclear missile, were painted across his screen, each moving closer toward a major urban center.
In a matter of moments. An incoming missile made an impact with their base, erupting into a colossal mushroom cloud that painted the horizon in apocalyptic hues.
KABOOM! CRACK!
The night sky transformed into an ominous spectacle, illuminated by devastating fireworks, heralding destruction across the globe.
Beneath the Earth's surface, the tectonic plates shifted, triggering a wave of natural disasters.
Massive tsunamis surged with relentless power, and earthquakes ravaged the ground, Storms and typhoons caused massive destruction as the world seemingly collapsed under the unrelenting wrath.
Chaos starts to engulf the globe. The initial shock gave way to desperate panics as the survivor scrambled aimlessly.
Every man and woman seemed ensnared by their own survival, with little regard for those around them.
Cars honked madly, their drivers fixated solely on escape, while the streets filled with a stampede of terrified individuals, taking a lot of casualties with it.
People pushed and shoved past each other, their empathy eroded by the sheer, overwhelming instinct to survive.
The strong bulldozed their way through the weaker, and cries for help were often drowned out by the anarchy.
Amid the pandemonium, some people saw it as an opportunity to act what they wanted.
Store windows, left unguarded by their fleeing owners, shattered under the force of bricks and bats.
Looters dashed inside, emerging with arms laden with electronics, jewelry, and clothing.
They moved with a predator's keenness, exploiting the absence of any authority as the police were too busy saving themselves.
Carjackers prowled the roads, yanking open doors of vehicles stuck in the traffic, pulling out drivers, and speeding off with a newfound ruthlessness.
In dim alleyways, worse crimes took place.
Some man take it as their last chance. They start raping their crush with no fear. Some indulge in their fantasy, killing and torturing others.
Gangs roamed with impunity, asserting their territorial dominance.
People were mugged in broad daylight. Some got gang raped, others killed. Screams were lost amidst the greater terror that held the city in its grip.
Even homes were not safe, as burglars took advantage of the empty streets, breaking into houses.
They rifled through personal belongings with greedy hands.
It was a portrait of humanity's darkest side, unfettered by the restraints of law, unrestrained by the bonds of morality.
A world thrust into the rule of the jungle, where survival was not just about living through the disaster but navigating the treachery of humankind itself.
In stark contrast to the prevailing selfishness, a minority emerged as beacons of hope.
These were the brave souls who, despite the risk to their own lives, stopped to aid the fallen, to guide the lost, and to comfort the frightened.
They stood out, not for heroism but for their humanity in a time when human decency seemed as devastated as the cities that lay in ruin.
They reminded the world that even in the darkest times, the human spirit could kindle compassion, solidarity, and courage.
Simultaneously, Faust's missile, following its trajectory, penetrated the atmosphere.
BOOM!
Upon reaching its zenith, it exploded, discharging a purplish liquid that began to disperse, enveloping the earth in its eerie embrace and seemingly forging a new, alien layer within the atmosphere.
Portions of the liquid descended toward the earth, intertwining with the radiation fog. It reacted, giving it an otherworldly glow.
Then, for the first time in history, a global rain commenced, the glowing irradiated liquid showering every corner of the world.
Amidst the doomsday, a young man, Nex, embraces a beautiful woman named Leslie.
He hugs her tightly, shielding her as much as possible from the rampant devastation enveloping them. Nex's dark eyes darted around warily.
A group of men, their faces twisted with malicious intent, approached them. Their eyes lingered on Leslie with vile interest.
But Nex was quick to intercept. "Stay back," he warned, positioning himself between Leslie and the advancing men.
The first assailant lunged, not even bothering to talk, but Nex was ready.
He met the attacker with a brutal counter. Nex's fist connected with a sickening crunch to the man's jaw, a spray of blood painting the air as the man stumbled back.
Another came at him with a makeshift weapon, a shard of broken glass glued into a bat.
Nex sidestepped, grabbed the man's arm, and with a savage twist, he heard the snap of bone. The man's agonized scream pierced the night.
The fight was a blur of violence, Nex moving swiftly as he is an experienced boxer.
When the last of the assailants lay motionless on the ground, the silence returned, save for the distant cries of chaos.
Breathing heavily, Nex turned back to Leslie. His hands, now stained with blood, reached out to caress her face.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her forehead in a tender kiss. "It's okay, Leslie. I got you,"
The earth beneath their feet trembled violently, fissures cracking and splitting the ground.
From above, a luminescent rain began to descend, bathing the night in an eerie purple glow.
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
In the distance, multiple red and ominous mushroom explosions punctuated the horizon with terrifying frequency.
With resolute determination, he carries her onto his back. "Leslie, we're not dying here. My house has an underground shelter. We can seek refuge there."
Leslie, her green eyes reflecting the chaos unfolding around them, whispered, her voice trembling with dread and sorrow.
"Nex, this...this is just the beginning. Things will become even worse soon."
He nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Yet he refuses to give up. He moved quickly as he evaded the crumbling demise of the world.
The date is October 7, 2083, a day etched forever into History, both revered and hated by those who survive.
They called it by various names. The Dawn of the Apocalypse, the Commencement of a New Era.
However, as the ashes of the old world gave rise to a new civilization, in the distant future, this cataclysmic event would be referred to as 'The Faust Apocalypse: The Cleansing of the Unworthy'.
History would narrate it as the result of rampant greed and insatiable desire, spiraling uncontrollably into the annihilation of an entire civilization.
A month later, on November 15, 2083, beneath the remnants of the world, in the very area where it all began, a silvery cocoon began to quiver and crack.
A pale, white arm extended cautiously from within, feeling the chill of the new world.
A young man, seemingly in his early 20s, with gray hair tumbling down his shoulders.
His eyes, a penetrating amber, flickered with confusion and a myriad of unspoken emotions as he gasped.
"What happened...?"