Edge of Oblivion

A room with walls of concrete, its marble ground covered in dust lays forgotten submerged under miles of dirt. It's in this forgotten, weathered room that a man materializes in from thin air, blood soaking into his ragged clothes. His eyes are bloodshot, a hint of madness barely concealed within. His eyes dart around the small, rectangular room before finally landing on a cylindrical capsule, which stands vertically in the corner of the bare room almost as though it had been cast aside. The singular lightbulb overhead flickers as a low rumbling comes from above. The man looks up, fear overtaking even the madness in his eyes and he started frantically hobbling over towards the capsule, a deep gash across his calf crippling his movements and making him cringe with each step.

The rumbling from above rises in volume till it reached a deafening crescendo, almost like a tidal wave about to crash down on the man. He desperately lunges his fingers barely brushing the capsule when the ceiling crashes down on him, splattering his organs against the floor like a tomato crushed under the heel of a boot. The area grows silent, the dust slowly clearing to reveal two glowing red eyes. The silhouette slowly appraising its surroundings, lingering but a second on the blood and guts strewn around the wreckage that was all that was left of the man. Its eyes eyes narrowed to slits as it notices the capsule, barely peaking out from within the piles of debris. The figure takes half a step towards the capsule before pausing, its eyes staring off into the distance.

"Yes, he's been dealt with," An emotionless, feminine voice says, cutting through the silence.

A moment of silence.

"Understood, I'll be back in five minutes."

Sparing one last glance at the capsule, the eyes fade and all of a sudden the area is void of life. Except a light glow of a prompt flickering to life on the capsule, its golden glow reminiscent of the sun rising upon the glorious, inevitable kingdom of heaven.