So, probably the last omake I'm doing for a bit right here. Idea was stuck in my head for a while.
Desperate Times
Northern Elysium
The mood in room was grim. While they were holding the walls, it was not sustainable. Each assault had been beaten back, but with each one they lost a few more men, the breeches widened by a few feet, and spirits flagged a little lower.
They would not be driven from the walls today. Nor would they be driven off tomorrow. Nor even this week. But as inevitably as water wears its way through stone when carving a river, so to would the demons wear through the walls.
And once the walls fell, the fall of the city, too, was all but inevitable. They would hold out for days, weeks maybe, and would fight for every building, but they would have no reprieve, no respite. Eventually, even the retreat of the demons would not be able to save them from the world itself.
They had held strong for these past two and a half weeks, but they knew they could not hold strong forever more.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Those in the room knew this full well. And, fortunately for them, they had stumbled upon a desperate measure in reserve.
Nervously shuffling the papers in front of him, the junior Administratum clerk clearly wished nothing more than to no longer be in this room in front of so many high officials. Yet he had a job to do, and he would do it properly.
"Based on extensive recorded testimony, including that of several people in attendance of his funeral, as well as the fact that, at the time, there was no known way to extend the lifespan of a baseline human beyond 400, I hereby certify the Commissar Ciaphas Cain is officially considered dead. Attempts to contact next of kin..."
Three days later the entire demonic horde vanished.
