The Final Clash Of Two Gods Pt.1 of 2

The full power of the African navy appear of the coast of Italy. The cannons on the ship took aim at the mainland. Mahek walked the bridge waiting for the ships to confirm that their guns have their targets. Nothing was going to stop his conquest of Italy now that he had four months to prepare a return to the country. Over head a squadron of helicopters made their way to the decks of his fleet. His men paraded around the decks as they got last minute training in before time to land on their nearby battlefield. His sights had been on stopping Mortis from being the one to stop his advance twice.

"What now sir?" The question came from behind Mahek.

He took a deep breath before giving his commands. "Fire now."

As those words left his mouth it was mere seconds until the guns started firing. It didn't take long for buildings to start collapsing and catching fire altogether. Volley after volley of fire was sent on to the mainland of Italy. A smile stretched across Mahek's face as he watched the costal cities being brought to the ground in front of his eyes. It was like something had finally brought happiness to his life. His smile stayed on his face for a long time, but he was still unsatisfied as he wasn't going to be on the front with his men. The last battle had him voted to the rear commanding everyone without a hand in the fighting itself.

The lights made it seem as if the daylight had come to the dead of night. With the fog still hanging in the air although not as thick as it was months ago still didn't allow for the proper idea of a counter attack. With this fog growing thin Mahek had called for more viral missiles to be readied for launch. He wasn't going to allow anyone to stand against him while he conquers the world itself. It is said that if Mahek had a skill for anything it would be that he was a cruel man to his enemy and knew how to make them suffer.

"I have an idea." Mahek said turning to the captain of the ship.

"Yes sir?"

"Well, first I have a question." Mahek turned back to see the continuing barrage on Italy's coast.

"Yes?"

"Are the jets able to fly now that the fog has become thin?" The smile continued to stay on his face as he thought about the idea he had cooked up.

"Yes sir they could now."

"Load them with napalm and have the bomb further inland." He let out a laugh as he finished speaking.

"I'll pass on the command to the air carriers."

The navy brought air carriers that had been loaded with ammunition for ships, soldiers, and air craft if they needed it. The idea was to carry all cards that might be needed if the where to resort to complete destruction of their enemy. This included their new viral ordinance. This new weapon would create small pockets of short lived but deadly clouds of the virus they had created at the start of the war. The idea was to not have a repeat of the world being covered in the virus again if they could conquer the world in the end.

They wanted to make sure they could kill of their rebels as needed. The government had it all figured out under the direction of Mahek. In the recent months Mahek had lost all sight of the present time, and began to only see the future itself. It was clear that he was becoming lost in the war itself. Like all the warlords before him and probably those that come after him.

Back at the battle itself he watched as the jet flew over with a roar that fell into silence before the horizon was filled with flames. He could only imagine the screams that came from the people around the areas that got hit.

"Get me a live feed of the area from anything available."

"Yes sir."

On a screen showed up the image of homes burning to the ground with walking flames coming from the front of them and collapsing on the street. Some of them had been running before Italian soldiers started to show up in the area. Many of the buildings collapsed to the ground from the bombs going through their roofs. Screams echoed through his mind as he started to feel joy from the suffering that these people had started to go through.

"Have them drop napalm on the capital and then carpet bomb Vatican City. I want their spirits broken!" He slammed a fist on the table in front of him.

"Sir yes sir." The answer came fast.

The screen moved over Vatican City as bombers made their way from Algeria. He watched as they started evacuating the pope only from the car he was in to explode from a bomb planted days ago. Spies had become rampant in Italy when they had been offered the chance to live after the war. It was an operation that Mahek and his generals had thought out while they waited to attack again. Italy attempted the same thing but the public killed everyone that was spreading the information on site.

Mahek had everything in Africa held tight with an iron fist through filtering all of the media and having spokes people. The advantage of the spokes people are that he had them all native to the regions that they are stationed in. This allowed for them to relate to the people better. Outside of that he had been focused on how he could burn Italy to the ground.

---------------------------------POV CHANGE (Mortis)----------------------------------------------------

Italy was burning down around him as he stood above everything on his balcony. In the sky above he saw bombers and fighters in formation dropping canasters of liquid fire. Each one screaming like a demon being sent from the heavens. If he believed in hell it would be what he was seeing right now. The people below are crying out for a solution of some kind. He wish he knew how to help them, but as far as he knew nothing could put out the fire that napalm was bringing to them.

He looked down to where his childhood town would be and it was nothing but a towering inferno. It was best to think it was nothing but a towering inferno with nothing left under it. He wanted to remove his mask and let the fog take him. Even with it being thinned out like it was. The virus would still kill him upon contact. He wanted to return to his family now.

Footsteps and the sounds of an airlock opening came from behind him. "Sir, what do you want us to do?"

"If we have a way to do it. I want those planes brought down now."

"Yes sir."

As the airlock opened and closed behind him he could see soldiers trying to put out the fires below. Over the past few months Mortis had built up a loyal following amongst the people of Italy. The military had even sided with him as he pleaded his case. They all even started to rebuild what had been destroyed. Hopefully this nightmare could be settled soon.

AA guns started firing into the sky at the aircrafts that had been bombing the coastal and southern cities. He wanted to know why it took so long for someone to come to him while he was evaluating the situation. What he also wanted to know was why did he take so long. Even with aircrafts coming down he didn't think that they had a chance at winning the battle as everything was looking right now.

Mortis went inside of the building to speak with his council. "I need a message sent out to all of the bases. I need it to say that I want all of the biggest guns we have trained on those ships. I want them to blown to bits!"