Quest for Divinity: Jane's Journey

She wondered why she bothered.

Why she even tried.

Her legs were heavy, her head was bowed under a crushing weight of depression and weariness.

And the rough cobbles made it worse, made her want to give up and just go home, sit in bed all day with the covers over her head until it was all over.

But she couldn't.

She had to be strong, keep going, keep fighting.

If only for those who needed her.

She hadn't slept in days, but the exhaustion didn't matter, she had to keep going.

And so she stumbled onwards, onwards through the cavernous space of Union Station - one of the few places that still had power - past the vast empty spaces where trains used to be, past the vast empty spaces where people used to be - until she got to the platform where the tracks led outwards into greater Washington DC and beyond that into Virginia and Maryland, and then beyond them into Philadelphia and New York City and Boston and further still towards California.

The tracks lay bare before her eyes, except for one point: there was a single train on the tracks ahead of her, two hundred yards away at most, waiting on its own platform, its doors closed against everything around it.

Jane wiped her eyes with the back of one hand as she walked slowly towards it, limping slightly from a twisted ankle she'd picked up when a demon had landed on top of her during some kind of raid on an outpost of angels in Vermont earlier this week. The demon's black talons had cut into her flesh as it had tried to break free from its captors' grasp, leaving deep gashes across her stomach which still bled freely down onto Jane's clothes and soaked into the floorboards beneath her feet as she walked now.

As she approached the doors slid open soundlessly in front of her and Jane stepped inside without even looking up to see who it was that opened them for her. She knew anyway: She'd been expecting him ever since she left Vermont three hours ago by bus. The same bus that he'd been on too when they raced down towards DC together after they saved Vermont from total destruction by hordes of demons summoned by their enemies: four ancient fallen angels called Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael - otherwise known as Satan's generals or Death's Four Horsemen.

"Jane." It was his voice speaking softly behind her as he closed the train doors again behind them both and took a seat opposite Jane in one of those self-service carriages that didn't need drivers anymore because nobody was alive any more who could drive them anyway. There wasn't anyone else inside with them at all: They were alone here together on this little train travelling towards somewhere unknown; there was no driver because no one else was alive any more who could drive it either - not since last Tuesday evening when Satan's army attacked every city in America simultaneously using their powers to summon hellfire from below ground in every state capital building across America at exactly 10pm local time - less than an hour after President Trump declared war on North Korea for their continued nuclear weapons development programme.

Satan's generals had taken advantage of Trump's sudden call for war to strike at his homeland: His greatest allies would be engaged with North Korea elsewhere far away from DC long enough for Satan's generals to set off America's nuclear arsenals across America: cities like Seattle and San Francisco and Los Angeles were already ash now; Manhattan was burning; Washington DC itself was already overrun by Satan's footsoldiers; many other smaller towns across America were also lost or being lost; thousands upon thousands dead or dying already while others fled by car or foot towards anywhere they thought might remain safe: somewhere like this train which simply carried itself westward ever onwards at a constant fifty miles per hour no matter what happened around it anymore; no stops made anywhere along its route anymore except for occasional demon attacks that always seemed to happen when it slowed down near some place like this where humans congregated together in large numbers together: Union Station in DC; Grand Central Station in New York City; Union Station in Boston...

Satan wanted them all dead - except for those he needed alive still as slaves for his 'New World Order' when he won this war against God - but especially those who fought against him: The angels and also Jesus himself whom Satan hated above all others above all other things because Jesus bested him once before during his rebellion against God back in ancient times...

Satan wanted Jesus dead first above all others above all other things; then he wanted mankind dead second above all others above all other things...