Lukas looked back at the small group of Atoms Devoted who had made the journey with him to this 'Nuka World' to spread word of Atoms Divine Light to the ignorant Wasteland masses. Sister Maria, and Brother Patrick, all together it was merely a group of three, himself included. That was fine, for they would not need an entire Church's worth of Atom's Devoted to convert ignorant Raiders and Settlers alike of Atoms Glorious Power.

They had come to Nuka World not only to attempt to peacefully convert locals to Atom's side, but also to trade. Since Nuka World was this region's largest, well protected hub of commerce. All of them where armed of course, with the finest in Gamma-Guns that could be created. They had been given permission to enter hours ago, during the sun's setting over the horizon. Currently, Lukas and his small group stood at one of the corners near the central trading hub, called The Nuka Town Market. Which was nothing more than a circular area that had been converted into a slave-market. Most of the stalls were ran by enslaved settlers who had lived here prior to the Raiders taking the Old World amusement park from their grasp.

In the distance a particularly violent rad-storm was brewing on the Horizon, only lit up by bolts of green lightning streaking across the clouds every now and again. "Behold! He is coming with the clouds! And every eye shall be blind with his glory! Every ear shall be stricken deaf to hear the thunder of his voice! Let the men, women, and children of the Earth come forth to gather and behold the power of Atom!" Brother Patrick preached as he had been taught, while Sister Maria offered written hand made copies of Atom's Testament, teaching of the Children Of Atom's religious beliefs, and practices. Many ignored them, or scoffed, or even openly insulted them. They would not be discouraged, they would remain at this spot for days if need be, one or two would occasionally take a copy of Atom's Testament offered to them, briskly walking away once it was in hand.

As Sister Maria tried to offer a copy to a Raider dressed in colorful fake animal furs and pelts walking past, the woman, a member of a gang called 'The Pack' simply snarled at her. "Back off Crazy Rad-Eater bitch! Or I'll eat you, and enjoy gnawing on those bones of yours!"

Sister Maria didn't flinch back, deftly pulling her Gamma-Pistol from her cloak and aiming it at the Raiders face, the barrel of the weapon crackling with neon green energy, vaguely distorting the air around the barrel. Maria's smile never left her face as she did so, but her eyes were cold, and hard as she stared the Raider Bitch in the face. "I wouldn't suggest you do that, you Raiders may run this place, but we paid our entry fee. We will not be harassed or threatened."

Being so close, Lukas could feel Atoms Glow radiating off the weapon, a warm comforting feeling. To outsiders, to nonbelievers it would feel oppressive, or even make them ill. A sign they were not worthy of Atom's Gifts, nor his presence. The Raider scowled at her, whistling loudly.

The whistle drawing the attention of every Raider in the area, regardless of their Gang affiliation. Three more walked up, holding their crude hand-made rifles. The tallest of the group stepped up, a scowl on his face alongside colorful, almost childish face paint. "Listen here you fucking freaks, if we're going to have any issues from you we will slaughter you like pes-." The man's speaking was cut off when the ground shook. The lights around the park flickering and flashing wildly as if they'd experienced a power surge. Before many of them simply burst, going out. "What the fuck is going on? Someone contact Colter, or Gage! Get one of those fucks on the radio!"

The Raiders began moving away, having forgotten about the small group of Atom's Devoted to deal with whatever was going on with the Parks power supply, when a distant rumble of thunder cracked across the skies from the Rad-Storm that had moved closer. Before any of them could get too far, the Cola-Cars Arena, or the area that had once been called that prior to being made into the final stage for the Gauntlet, erupted with fire and smoke. Shards of ice raining down from the explosion like deadly arrows. Lukas and his group took cover beneath one of the food-stands built into the side of the buildings they'd been near, as several Raiders got struck down by either shards of ice, or rubble consisting of smashed concrete and metal falling from the blast.

Lukas, Maria, and Patrick could only watch in awe as a figure flew forth from the center of the crater that had once been the Arena. A figure that flew upon bright orange and yellow wings of flame. Lukas was taken aback to notice the figure was that of a man, who's eyes glowed bright green as he laughed hovering in the air over the ground with those majestic flaming wings. "Honey I'm hooooooooome!" The man shouted out, the brightly colored flames slowly swirling into a neon green as he dived towards a Raider shooting at him with a pipe-pistol. Grabbing ahold of the woman by the throat, the same one who'd threatened to eat Maria earlier, she was lifted into the air and slammed into the concrete while he laughed to himself.

That was when Lukas and the others of his group felt it, The Glow. It was the man's eyes, their radiance was almost blinding to look upon even from behind the sunglasses blocking most of the Glow. The ethereal wings also emitting the comforting warmth of Atom as if it was coming from the man's very core. Maria had dropped the written testament she'd been holding moments before in shock. "One of Atom's Angels has graced us with his presence!"

Brother Patrick looked unsure of what to think, while that sentence struck a chord with Lukas. There really could be no other reasonable explanation for what he was seeing beyond the man being one of Atom's Angels. How else could he have the power of flight? Or his ability to emit Atom's Glow without kneeling over dead like many non-believers? Lukas pulled out his own Gamma-Pistol. "We shall aid Atom's Angel in his mission! Go forth, Atom's Devoted, for Atom!" The group charged forwards, firing at Raiders that'd taken cover behind some pillars, taking potshots at Atom's Angel every now and again.

Shouts of surprise or anger turned to wet gurgling as bolts of gamma-radiation slammed into them, their organs liquefying inside them, their lungs filled with blood and other fluids as they collapsed. Brother Patrick pushed Sister Maria just in time to take a 7.62 round to the throat. He fell to the floor bleeding, but not dead. Like many of Atoms worshipers, the Glow healed him. There was so much radiation in the area he was healing faster than he could bleed out. But he would still need to lay there and recover. Sister Maria dragged his bloody body behind a park bathroom and stuffed him into one of the stalls after stabbing him with a stimpack. And wrapping his throat in cloth removed from his own robes.

Raiders watched in terror and anger as the madman laughed, his luminescent neon colored wings flared out behind himself, his gauntlets crackling with green tinged electrical energy. One of them got the bright idea to grab ahold of one of the Merchant slaves to use as a meat shield. That certainly got this sick fucks attention, because he stopped laughing and glared at the man using another as a shield, who smirked back at him smugly with the barrel of his gun pressed to his head. "One more fucking step and I blow his brains out fucker! Get on your fucking knees shitbag!"

The armored man didn't move, but his glare intensified. Then, he moved. So fast that it was almost like teleportation to the naked eye. One moment he was standing twenty feet away, the next he was right in front of the Raider holding his hostage. He was ungodly fast. Grabbing ahold of the wrist that held the gun, and crushing it with a swift squeeze of his hand. The gun falling to the floor as the man yelled in pain, his wrist turned into a pulp of bone and red mush, hand dangling limply when he let go. The Raider didn't have time to contemplate the pain, or situation as the next moment an armored hand was shoved through his skull. The battered lifeless corpse falling to the ground, twitching.

The man who'd been used as a hostage ran for his life the moment he didn't have a gun held to his head, hiding underneath a concrete bench. The armored man paid no attention to the fleeing slave, only to the Raiders. Several of which began coughing up blood without even being touched. Being so close to him was killing them, one of them had a half busted Geiger counter they'd scavenged off a dead trader, and it wasn't ticking, it was buzzing a constant crackling beeping noise that hurt their ears. Before they fell over dead from radiation. One Raider was trying to flee, one of the last few alive. Lorenzo dashed forwards grabbing the woman by the throat. He lifted up the struggling woman by her throat, his glowing eyes acting like a spotlight on her, casting a haunting green glow around her head as she was slowly brought closer, Lorenzo's face stretching into a tight almost comical grin. "I leave you alive putrid filth for a simple task, Run. I want you to run, to tell the whole Wasteland what has happened here, tell the Brotherhood of my technology, tell the NCR of my views, tell the Legion of my actions, tell the remnants of America what has occurred here, and when they all come here looking to collect a new piece to add too the board or one to destroy, all they will find is the horror of what my actions have left." With a simple toss the raider was thrown to the ground, coughing madly while grasping at her throat, looking up with terror filled eyes she turn and ran, past the melting bodies, past her burning friends, through the gate she ran, all the while Lorenzo watched, his armor's wings flared out like a nuclear angel and his gaze never leaving the fleeing woman till she was gone from view.

Lorenzo looked around at the destruction he'd caused in his little spat with the Raiders of Nuka-World, and smiled. He saw several Merchants, traders, and slaves alike hiding amongst the rubble and destruction, or in the old pre-war buildings. Pulling a modified flare gun from his inventory he loaded in a special flare into the tube and fired it into the sky. It shot upwards rapidly before exploding with a violent green light, and the radiation in the area, alongside with the radstorm was cleared away in an instant. Ah, he always did like those weather firework shells. With that done, Lorenzo looked to the top of Fizzletop Mountain Bar And Grill, the former home of Overboss Colter.

Before the former slave merchants, and visitors who'd come to trade could actually come to terms with what'd happened, Lorenzo's wings flared orange once more before he shot off towards the top of the artificial mountain.

Author's Note

Like last time I had a lot more planned, but felt I may as well post this segment here and work on the rest later since its been, a fuck of a long time since I posted a chapter lmfao. Mostly been playing Minecraft, Fallout 4 (till the update broke it) and Fallout 76. As I said last time, story's not dead, even if I take 3 years per chapter (I doubt I will but ya never know lol) it will eventually finish. Trust me I put way too much planning into this damn thing to let it die XD.

As usual lemme know what y'all think, an don't forget about the Discord Server (mostly just meant to update people when the story gets updated).