Third-person POV
Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers to the Colosseum in Rome, Italy, Kal rose from his obsidian throne and rejoined on the extinction of humanity for his depraved and hollow empire. "Yes!" he howled in victory. "This world is ours! The harvest was a success!"
But the death creatures, who had snapped out of Kal's occult spell, turned on him with coldness and anger at them. "You just created an empty graveyard…" one death creature as a Wolf Brigade soldier from "Jin Roh".
"Yeah," added another death creature, who took a form of a Grammaton Cleric from "Equilibrium". "You're a murderous Tyrant who just snuffed out the life of this world."
As a rally of death in different forms climbed his dais, Kal was shocked and panicking. "W-Wait, guys, you supposed to be obedient to me and rule this world with me!"
But they didn't care. A Fahrenheit 451 fireman and a Wolf Brigade soldier pulled him out of his throne. Kal's long nails tried desperately to hold on the throne but slipped out. Kal was screaming an existential scream of despair, but they didn't bother hearing it.
"You guys are nothing without me!" Kal shrieked as he was taken across the arena.
"We'll rather be nothing and lost without you." one Wolf Brigade soldier hissed at him; the red eyes of his mask glowed menacingly at him. "We would rather forge our own paths while you burn in the Abyss forever."
They marched to the rift in the center of the Colosseum and with a heave, they hurled Kal screaming into the Abyss.
In the Abyss, the place was a deep hell where, according to their description, there were rivers, seas, and lakes of lava and fire that burns forever and there were echoes of screams of human agony resonating across the endless void. On the fire-filled coast there were rough obsidian ground. So, Kal descended on one of the hot rivers and screamed in pain at it and the at the pain of hearing the screams of agony.
With that, the death creatures turned to destroy the 6 obsidian tablets that used to open the rift to their old home in the void.
The destruction of it was a symphony of atonement and cutting all ties with their summoner permanently. The first 2 was bombed by 3 death creatures who took forms as urban terrorists clad in black and blue camouflage attires and black balaclava masks with designs of white skull painted on it. They used their explosives that leveled buildings and snuff out humans to pulverize the first two tablets. The second pair was hacked by a group of Fahrenheit 451 firemen with their fireman axes. The third pair was pulverized by the bullets of the guns (insert gun type) of a squad of Wolf Brigade soldiers. In less than 5 minutes, the six tablets were destroyed, and dust from it was blown across the ancient arena by the Mediterranean winds.
They were free from Kal's control yet had inherited a planet that became hollow, empty, wrecked, and most hauntingly, silent. "We're free but…" one Fahrenheit 451 captain said; his voice resonated across the arena.
"...everything is gone now…" a death creature as a Grammaton Cleric responded while holding his dual pistols, "...the life of this world had been snuffed out, by us and by Kal's orders."
He teared up, a break from the Equilibrium sector's orders of no emotions, and he fell on his knees and wept on the emptiness of this planet.
Others around him, from the Fahrenheit 451 firemen to the Enforcers of the "Psycho-Pass" sector, dropped their weapons of mass destruction and started crying on the life gone from this world and the mess that resulted from their massive reign of terror under Kal.
Some who took forms as ordinary civilians cried in the streets, alleyways, and inside buildings on the dead humans.
The sun rises over the empty earth.
They are now mourners of this empty graveyard.