Angel of death

Billie, a boy infamous for burning bibles, prays to God. After his amen, he confronts the lonely soldier.

"Are you the Angel of Death?"

The man drops his riffle. "NO! Of course not."

Billie picks up the riffle and jumps to return it to the soldier. "Then where is it?"

"She's in bed of course. Where else would she be? She's always in bed controlling all these robots. She's so smart. I never understood it. I was born and raised in a farm, you see."

"Then you know her very well?"

"We've been married for years. I've done my best to protect her. I'm all she has left in the world since her kids left home. But this has gone too far. You must seek shelter. She will kill anything and anyone in her path."

"Would she kill her own husband?"

He shakes his head. "No. She relies on me. It breaks my heart to do this. I must make sacrifice myself for this planet. She gave me this armour, but it's yours now."

The solider dresses Billy in his protective gear. "Run my boy, the nearest shelter right in front of you. You have to hurry."

Billy dashes straight ahead. The moment the boy leaves the soldier's eyesight. The buildings behind them crumble to the ground. An army of robots emerge from the black smoke. "NO!" He runs to the middle of the road and climbs through the rubble. "STOP IT ANGEL! YOU CAN'T KILL ANYMORE INNOCENT LIVES!"

His brains paint the pavements.

Now the world knows the truth about Angel Grave, and how she kills millions of people all within the comfort of her bed. She's in jail governed by the robots she's created. It was karma's kiss.