Zenith the Eradicator/Issue 2

The second issue of the series Zenith the Eradicator for Ethereal Comics.
== Synopsis ==
== Plot ==
In a dark room in an unknown area of the world, a handful of men and women sit at high desks, towering over the man standing below. The man in question is the father of the child Wolfgang, a cult member whose son ran away from the cult not long ago. He stands firm, his arms placed firmly behind his back. One of the men before him impatiently taps his fingers on the desk.
* Cult Leader #1: So... Wolfgang did not go through the purge. At the site of the purge, the bodies of several Archangels were found. Not only this, but the Reverend of your chapter is missing, presumed dead. And you blame all of this on... what?
* Wolfgang's Dad: A killer robot, sir.
* Cult Leader #2: And you wish us to take this at face value?
* Wolfgang's Dad: My entire chapter saw the robot, ma'am.
* Cult Leader #3: In fairness to Mr. DuBois here, The Imprisoned themselves are already a rather out-there concept. If anyone but The Holy told me of it, I would assume it to be nonsense.
* Cult Leader #4: You make it sound as if there is part of you that doubts your place among our people.
* Cult Leader #3: I never implied that. I am proud of my place in The Imprisoned and I await Amrageddon just as the rest of you. However, you cannot deny that the concept of angels trapped within human flesh is a strange one.
* Cult Leader #2: I suppose he has a point... Perhaps we shall allow The Holy herself to decide the best course of action.
All of the cult leaders turn to the central figure among them. Unlike the rest, this central figure, The Holy herself, has no light shined on her to reveal her facial features. The Holy simply remains still, silently contemplating her course of action.
* The Holy: Within my machinations, I do not recall plotting an android amongst them. My plan for the cosmos is one set in stone and that cannot be changed. The existence of this... creature has thrown history off of it's natural course. As such, I deny the possibility that this beast is a robot. No, there is but one possibility. This creature is a demon. Merely taking the disguise of a machine. And this demon has made it's intentions clear. Amrageddon will come, despite it's attempts. But, for it's actions against The Imprisoned, I have already made my judgement. I sentence it to death. (Her hand comes out into the light while the rest of her remains hidden, pointing at Wolfgang's father) And you, Mr. DuBois, shall be my acolyte in this matter. I place you in charge of the south-western chapter of The Imprisoned, acting in place of the lost Reverend before you. Destroy this demon. 
Wolfgang's father's eyes widen. He nods his head.
* Reverend DuBois: Yes, your greatness.
* The Holy: Fail me, however, and I will have no choice but to send you to the purge.
* Reverend DuBois: (More hesitant) I... I understand, your greatness.
* The Holy: I thank you for your cooperation. Now, begone with you. Whatever method you may take, slay the beast.
The newly appointed Reverend DuBois bows his head. He turns and exits the building, removing the mask he was adorned with as he does, a symbol of his rise from Archangel to Reverend.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the country, the android Zenith stands on a hill which has a single tree on it. Underneath this tree is his newly found companion Wolfgang, who is clearly trying to climb up the tree but is repeatedly failing to get a good grip. His foot slips over and over until he managed to stick his hand in a hole on the side of the tree. However, when he gets half way up, he gets stuck again and is more or less back at sqaure one. Wolfgang groans and grunts, deciding to start a conversation to pass the time.
* Wolfgang: Hey, what's your dream?
* Zenith: I do not dream anymore.
* Wolfgang: Oh, that's sad... But I meant, like, y'know, what do you wanna do most in life?
* Zenith: Kill the Angels.
* Wolfgang: Is that it?
* Zenith: Yes.
* Wolfgang: What are angels? If my dad and his friends aren't them, I mean.
* Zenith: Beings of immense power. No one has ever seen one.
* Wolfgang: How do you know they're real?
* Zenith: They are.
* Wolfgang: My mom told me once that you shouldn't believe in stuff that you can't see or feel.
* Zenith: I have felt the Angels, in that case.
* Wolfgang: Oh, okay. (He goes quiet, still trying to get up the tree) How do you feel an angel without seeing one?
* Zenith: I am not allowed to elaborate on much.
* Wolfgang: How come?
* Zenith: It will affect my mission.
* Wolfgang: How?
Zenith looks over his shoulder at Wolfgang.
* Wolfgang: Are you not allowed to tell me?
* Zenith: I would if I was allowed.
* Wolfgang: Okay, that's good. At least you're not keeping secrets to be mean to me. I don't like people who keep mean secrets.
Wolfgang eventually manages to make it up the tree and is incredibly happy that he managed to do so, pumping his fist in the air and laughing like he has just achieved a major accomplishment. However, he then realizes something and looks back down at Zenith.
* Wolfgang: Hey, what are you looking at down there?
* Zenith: If I remember, there is something coming.
* Wolfgang: What?
* Zenith: (He points into the sky) That.
Wolfgang looks up. In the sky is a red ball. Even from such a far distance, it's clear that it is a meteorite that is heading straight towards a city in the distance. The meteorite is so gargantuan that even someone as young as Wolfgang can tell the impact that it is going to cause.
* Wolfgang: ...Oh. Well, you can stop it, right?
* Zenith: Possibly.
* Wolfgang: Okay, I'll watch you from here.
Zenith sprouts his jets and launches off into the air. Within seconds, he is straight in front of the meteorite. The people below are screaming, panicking, and all clearly believe they are about to die. Zenith starts off with his go-to weapon, pulling his energy katana and circling all around the meteorite, cutting into it from all corners. However, the massive ball of destruction is too thick for his blade to cut in half. So, instead, he sprouts miniature missile launchers from his shoulders. The missiles all launch at the same time and hit the meteorite with such force that the people below hear and feel some of it. Several new craters are made on the meteorite, but the stubborn rock continues to fall.
Zenith flies upwards and, using miniature laser emitting devices on the tips of his fingers, repeatedly shoots beam after beam at the crashing space debris below. The beams blow holes all the way through the meteorite and Zenith has successfully stopped it from crashing, but due to it's height in the air it is now simply falling instead. Realizing his mistake, Zenith launches himself to the ground, cracking the concrete as he lands. He raises his hands in the air and, with only a bend of his knees to indicate it's weight, allows the meteorite to fall into his palms. However, the creeks and steam coming from him make it clear he can't support the meteorite for long so he activates all of his laser emitters in his fingertips at once, a gargantuan beam of blue and white energy erupting from his hands and completely engulfing the meteor. When the beam dies down, all that is left of the crashing rock is dust. Without uttering a word, Zenith takes off back into the air, though he notices his jets cut out for a short second.
* Zenith: That is troubling...