SakurakoThis is not the end. The end came long ago.
It was heralded by seven seals and seven trumpets. Humanity was judged, and it was found wanting. Free will was a mistake. The great experiment was a failure. God forsook the world, disgusted by what became of His creations. Heaven fell upon the world and soon enough the wheel of time too ground to a halt.
This is not the end. This is the epilogue. This, is what remains.
This decrepid decaying world, scarred by famine and war, its rivers and streams clotted with blood, its cities scorched by flame, ruins of the once heavenly kingdom strewn across its barren lands, the last shelter in a world long since abandoned.
A world that never was. A world that never will be. More so now than ever - they installed aircon, pretty sure the godless world of the dammed ain't allowed to have aircon. But hey, here it is. It's pretty fucking far off brand, but if you've learned anything from looking around whatever the hell this brand is, Jacqui couldn't give a flying fuck about whatever brand her Sanctuary came with.
The cathedral-palace has been renovated, its ruined edifice repainted and repaired, its rotting pews stripped out for cinema-style seats. The lightless skies shine once more under the light of false stars, phantasmal petals drift through the air forms half matter half flame, the Tree of Treachery, Broken Promises and the Endless Torment of Eternal Damnation has also received a good pruning and looks pretty presentable for what it is.
Oh also there are massive fucking shards of stained glass buried into the ground everywhere like the blades of giants with very questionable sword design choices and a crippling shortage of scabbards. Those are kinda salient to your current situation, or more accurately, the world within them is. Yeah they're linked together and it just so happens these internals have been converted into a backstage area. Lets event staff move around unseen without having to go through the crowd. They've managed to do a very good job with it. Too good a job even. This reverse side, it's modern, depressingly modern, seriously it's like they sucked out all the magic and fantasy of it and now it just feels like you're in the staff area of one of those event centers all lino floors and sensible uninspired furniture.
The one thing that stands out would probably be the inhabitants. There's the servitors, the robotic event staff which seem to have been assembled out of scavenged materials, humanoid in appearance with gasmasks for faces and attire that wouldn't look out of place in
Metro 2033 if the nuclear apocalypse was sponsored by Adidas, all modified tracksuits and makeshift armor. They all have sport the same insignia too - three diagonal stripes, white on a black background, the inverted eye of providence drawn in front of them. In theory they should be programmed to obey your team's commands. In practice you expect them to get overridden and attempt to murder you half way through this venture, that's kinda just what happens with robot mooks right?
Anyways, they're not the only weirdos here no, there's the soul-devouring false god herself, Jacqui Noir dressed in her trademark "sorta gothic lolita but tomboyish and half-arsed" attire you're guessing she'd probably just be wearing shorts and a hoodie if it weren't for the fact that the halo of black steel and wings of jagged metal kinda clash with anything lacking a certain level of fanciness. As usual she wears her hair short and her expression mostly deadpan. She's flanked by two of the "security" staff, her own minions which apparently aren't completely under her control. Turns out they look like creepypasta renditions of the
Iron Throne's fursona.
"<Thank you for coming.>"