Short Epilogue of a Monarch (One-Shot) (Only Vaguely-Related)

 WARNING: Contains spoilers for Project Wingman.

Can't believe how...

Can't believe how somebody did that. Twice. That guy feels like it's okay to rain judgement like that.

Like he's representing God himself, but he's just a mere hero. "Hero" i mean. In quotation marks.

Because for the sake of Federation, all he left is a long-term destruction to our Earth.

That is my last piece of mind before i fell out of consciousness after turning his death machine into a piece of fireball. I mean i can't stand the heat and the eye-searing blaze of the Cordium...

But suddenly...

"Congratulations, Monarch. You managed to do what others can't. But to become the 'Demon' itself to the Federation, it took some effort." A female voice resounds.

Monarch voiced himself for the first time since the first incursion at Creole Republic, where he never speak at all, even in duress.

Monarch: Am i... who...

Female Voice: Open your eyes...

As Monarch open his eyes he found himself in an unfamiliar landscape, bathed in pink. Monarch vaguely remembered the place many years ago. There is the... there is the... Dust Mother?

Dust Mother: Don't you forget? Before you ever reborn as the flight leader of Hitman Squadron of the Sicario Corps, i tasked you to kill the hero before the hero destroys the world. And you did it...

Dust Mother: Your passion on being a mercenary fighter surpasses everything else. Did you do this out of pleasure? Or it is a chore...

Monarch went speechless again.

Monarch: Truth is, i did all of my mission. I'm joining the Sicario Corps because there is no one else, no place else ever accept me and my friends. I didn't even know if i died yet, but one thing that is sure is that, might that Crimson King burn in hell for what he did...

Dust Mother: Easy... easy... He's in what you might call hell. Thanks to you. You might've not be able to truly save the world. But you gave the people of the world a fighting chance against the might of the Federation. So i might just say that you did it...

Monarch: Then what's next for me? Now i'm face to face with the Dust Mother herself...

Dust Mother: Come here. You're deserving more than just a reward. 

Monarch: Don't know what i'm thinking but yeah, i'm in. But what about...?

Dust Mother: Oh the so called "President"? Don't worry, she's also in a better place now.

Your brothers and sisters in arms had received their funds as well, for they are still alive to continue fighting against The Federation.

Right now worry not, as i will present myself to you as the ultimate end of your journey.

Monarch reaches out to Dust Mother.

And things went vague as the desire exceeds what mortal eye can see...

END.