Apocalyptic Folk

“Well, undo it,” Simon screamed at Oz.

“What?” Blake asked.

“Undo the gorram Apocalypse,” Simon continued. “You’re Mr. All-Powerful-Respresentative-Guy, just undo it.”

“Can’t,” Oz replied. “Biblical prophecy. Once it starts, I have no juristiction over it.”

“Wait a second,” Blake sighed. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“What?” Simon asked.

“Yes,” replied Oz.

“Someone fill me in, please,” Simon pleaded.

‘And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him,’” Blake quoted. “She did it then?”

“Yes,” replied Oz again.

“What are you saying here?” Simon asked, hoping he was wrong.

Simone just opened a gate to Hell in the presence of the Four Horsemen…” Blake replied.

“And thus fulfilled the prophecy,” Oz finished for him. “She was trying to banish Him to Hell out of anger, not realizing the potential consequences.”

Frak,” Simon screamed.

“Oz, you love this planet. Tell me you got our back in repairing this?” Blake asked.

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