Imperium of Man Terra Aeterna Season 01: Rise of Humanity's War Machin

Reuel's Villa, Salt Lake City

Upon returning to Reuel's villa in Salt Lake City, Reuel and Ada Wong were greeted by a pleasant sight: Angie was playing in the yard with two little girls.

"Angie!" Reuel called out cheerfully.

"Big brother! You're back!" Angie shouted, running toward him.

Seeing her excitement, Reuel bent down, opened his arms, and caught Angie as she leapt into his embrace.

"Easy, little girl, you'll fall like that," Reuel chuckled softly.

The two other girls came over and greeted him politely with a bow. Reuel responded with a warm nod.

"Where's your sister, Jill?" Reuel asked next.

"Sister Jill's busy. She hasn't come home since yesterday," Angie replied innocently.

"That damn workaholic. When she's working, she even forgets she has a little girl," Reuel grumbled while gently ruffling Angie's hair.

"No, she doesn't. Nurse Jill plays with me when she has time. Big sister Claire plays with me too," Angie said, shaking her head lightly.

"Claire?" Reuel frowned, trying to recall. Then, an image surfaced in his mind—the beautiful woman from Resident Evil: Extinction whom he had seen when Claire's convoy arrived at Salt Lake City through the mountain pass. It had been so long, he'd nearly forgotten.

"Her name's Claire. She's Nurse Jill's friend. And she has a really pretty girlfriend too," Angie teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Reuel let out a long sigh, half amused, half incredulous.

"You little rascal. How dare you tease your big brother like that," Reuel scolded playfully, then turned toward Ada Wong. "Hey, do you still remember this beautiful lady?"

Angie glanced at Ada Wong, then nodded quickly.

"Yeah, I know! She stayed at this villa for a bit before."

"Her name is Ada Wong. From now on, you can call her your big sister," Reuel said as he introduced her.

"Hello, Angela," Ada Wong greeted warmly.

"Hi, Big Sister. You're super pretty! And your outfit's cool too. Did big brother trick you as well?" Angie asked, eyeing Ada Wong curiously.

"NO," Ada Wong answered firmly, though her eyes flicked toward Reuel with an unreadable expression.

Reuel could only cover his face and sigh.

"You little brat, your ass itching for a spanking?" he muttered in an annoyed tone.

Angela stuck her tongue out, laughed, and ran into the villa with the two other girls.

"Don't listen to her. She's weird," Reuel said to Ada Wong, trying to salvage his slightly bruised pride.

Reuel looked into Ada Wong's eyes, now filled with disgust, though they remained just as beautiful as ever.

"Really? And what about me?" Ada Wong asked, her voice cold but elegant.

"Hey, we really do love each other. Sure, things got kinda... messy back then 'cause we'd been drinking, but my feelings for you are real. I'll always love you," Reuel said, trying to lay on the charm—even though his expression was only half-serious.

Ada Wong narrowed her eyes.

"You sure… it wasn't just you taking advantage of me while I was drunk?"

"Of course I'm sure," Reuel replied quickly, his tone reassuring.

But deep down, he muttered to himself: Well, I did take advantage of a dangerous situation… but what's wrong with seizing an opportunity when it shows up? Hmph.

Ada Wong stared at him for a long moment, her gaze still carrying a faint trace of disgust. But she said nothing. Her silence wasn't resignation, but more the quiet acceptance of someone who had come to terms with her place and role in this new life—as Reuel's woman.

"Come on, let's head inside," Reuel said, cutting through the tension hanging between them.

They walked into the villa, just as Su Chen was arriving.

---

That night, Jill Valentine arrived with Claire Redfield.

The atmosphere in the dining room grew livelier during introductions, and the table soon overflowed with laughter and cheerful chatter.

Reuel gazed at the women seated before him—beautiful, each with her own distinct shape and personality. At that table sat Jill, Claire, Ada Wong, and a few others who had become part of his life. His heart felt warm. At peace. As if the world he once only enjoyed through a screen had now become his living reality.

Back then, Reuel could only watch them in movies, anime, or comics—fictional characters who were never truly real. But now, they were right here in front of him, talking to him, looking at him… living with him.

He remembered his past—how his marriage had ended in betrayal. Cheated on. Abandoned. But now, whether by the miracle of the universe or the mercy of the Creator, he'd been given a second chance. To live in a world that used to be fiction, and rebuild everything from scratch.

Not long after, Reuel signaled to Terry.

"Terry, bring up a few bottles of red wine from the cellar. Tonight, we toast."

Moments later, wine was poured into crystal glasses, and they raised their glasses. Ada Wong, Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield—all enjoyed the evening with soft laughter and relaxed conversation. No missions, no threat of viruses or warfare. Just a fleeting peace in the middle of a chaotic world.

After dinner ended, Reuel gently picked up Jill and Ada Wong, both a little tipsy. Carefully, he carried them into the bedroom.

(What happened next—use your imagination…)

Midnight.

Reuel woke up. His throat felt dry, and thirst dragged him out of the bedroom. Without turning on the lights, he sleepily walked to the kitchen, drank a glass of water, and then slowly made his way back upstairs.

But with his head still heavy and his vision slightly blurry, he didn't realize he had entered the wrong room.

The bed felt familiar… and comfortable. Without a second thought, Reuel lay down and pulled the body next to him into his arms.

Soft… this isn't Jill. And this isn't Ada either... he thought in his drowsiness.

There was a different warmth. Reuel's arm instinctively wrapped around the girl's body—and the moment his hand brushed against her curves, the drowsiness vanished instantly.

These breasts… too big for Jill… And Ada Wong...

He slowly opened his eyes, and though the lighting was dim, he knew for sure:

It wasn't Jill.

It wasn't Ada.

It was Claire.

Reuel froze.

He could feel Claire's steady breathing, almost too calm.

She hadn't opened her eyes.

But Reuel knew she was awake.

She's pretending to be asleep?

The two of them stayed in that position for a few seconds that felt like an eternity.

Reuel slowly loosened his embrace. His left hand gently touched Claire's cheek.

"Claire..." he whispered softly, barely audible.

No answer. No reaction. But Claire didn't pull away either.

The beautiful girl kept pretending to sleep. Reuel pulled her close again, then covered her mouth..........

(what happened next… you can imagine for yourself....)

---

Morning.

After a sleepless night, Reuel slowly rose from the bed. Claire was still asleep beside him, her face looked tired but peaceful. Reuel watched her for a moment, let out a deep sigh, then walked out of the room with a storm of emotions.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, he was met by two piercing stares.

Jill Valentine and Ada Wong were sitting on the couch, arms folded, their expressions identical:

Cold and cynical.

"You're such a fucking asshole," Jill said, flat and cutting.

"Shameless piece of trash," Ada Wong added without expression.

They spoke at the same time, as if rehearsed.

Reuel raised his hands like a POW caught in the act. "I drank too much last night. Woke up at midnight, thirsty, it was dark… I walked into the wrong room."

Even to his own ears, the excuse sounded weak.

"Hehehe..."

A dry, sarcastic laugh from Jill. There was no humor—just brutal mockery.

"It's true, I swear." Reuel tried to convince them again.

"Hehehe..."

Ada Wong's turn to laugh, almost identical. The tone of that laugh made Reuel's skin crawl.

At last, Reuel raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, shit… I did it on purpose. But Claire didn't say no, did she?"

Silence.

Jill and Ada exchanged glances. Ada raised an eyebrow, Jill shrugged—both of them seemed to say, "Yeah, we already knew."

"Still a damn bastard," Jill muttered.

"Male slut. Shameless trash," Ada Wong added with a tone so insulting it was almost elegant.

Reuel could only stare at them, his tongue tied.

Sometimes…

Living as the only man among the badass women of Resident Evil felt like a dream.

---

Reuel didn't say a single word. He simply grabbed a towel and walked out of the house to exercise. His demeanor was cold, indifferent. He knew there was no explanation that could fix this morning's situation.

Meanwhile, Jill and Ada Wong sat side by side in the living room. The tension between them, once thick, began to melt away. They started speaking softly—whispering, exchanging knowing smiles. Maybe it was shared wounds, or maybe it was simply the fact that they had a common source of frustration: Reuel.

Their conversation stopped when Claire came down from upstairs.

"Claire, you're up?" Jill asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah." Claire nodded. Her voice was flat but not hostile.

Jill looked a bit uneasy, then opened her mouth. "Claire… about last night… Reuel drank too much. I seriously didn't know—"

She trailed off. The words hung in the air, incomplete. Jill looked at Claire, unsure of what else to say.

But Claire just sighed and shook her head lightly. "It's okay. It wasn't his fault. I was a little tipsy too."

"Seriously?" Jill asked, still concerned.

Claire nodded again, this time with a faint, ambiguous smile. "Yeah. Besides, the world's already like this now. What else is there to protect?"

Ada Wong leaned back on the sofa and half-laughed. "Right. It's the end of the world. Morality went extinct too, huh?"

The three of them went silent for a moment… then chuckled together. The laughter was soft, almost bitter—but still relieving.

"What matters is that everyone's here. The place feels more alive," Jill said. She shrugged and glanced toward the door. "Damn, Reuel's such a bastard. One woman is never enough—he always has to bring in a new one."

"Ha ha!" Claire and Ada Wong laughed along.

"When Alice comes back," Jill continued, "our little harem family will be complete."

Before anyone could reply, a voice came from the door:

"What are you talking about?"

Reuel appeared, sweating, a towel draped over his neck. His gaze was full of suspicion.

"I said," Jill replied with a sharp glare, "when Alice returns, all your women will be here."

Reuel scanned the room, looking from Jill to Claire to Ada Wong. Then he sighed.

"Shit. Alice's the only one missing," he thought. He glanced briefly at Jill—who returned it with a mocking smirk—and made a mental note: You talk too much. Just wait.

"Alice will be back soon," Reuel muttered.

But before he could say anything else, his communicator watch beeped, projecting a hologram of the Red Queen right in front of him.

"Brother," the AI's voice was flat but polite. "Major Hellsker transmitted a message last night. The Umbrella base in Tokyo, Japan, has been destroyed, however…"

Reuel narrowed his eyes. "However, what?" he asked. "Red Queen, you sound hesitant. Since when do AIs have doubts? You're getting more human by the day."

The Red Queen's hologram calmly sat down in a virtual chair, like a schoolgirl reporting to the principal.

"However… Sister Alice did not return," Red Queen finally answered. "She's formed a special unit from the remnants of the American military and is taking them to the Kamchatka Peninsula—heading toward the Kamchatka Facility."

Reuel frowned. "The Kamchatka Facility?"

Reuel didn't have time to react. But his mind worked fast. Kamchatka Facility… shit, wasn't that—?

Yes, that was the Umbrella Corporation's experimental base from the movie Resident Evil: Retribution. A place full of horror. A bioweapon testing ground packed with clones, zombies that could drive and shoot, hammer-wielding undead, giant Lickers, and monster troops from Japan to Europe—almost impossible to defeat.

But what bothered him most was one thing:

How the hell did Alice know that place existed?

He had never told her.

"Who did Alice bring, and how did she even find out about the facility?" Reuel asked, confused.

Red Queen responded without emotion, "Alice brought Luther, Chris, Leon, and seven members of an elite squad."

Claire, hearing that name, immediately tensed up.

"Chris?! Red Queen, you mean Chris? He's a soldier?" she cried out, panicked and full of hope.

"Yes. Chris is an active military personnel in global records," Red Queen replied calmly.

"Oh God..." Claire nearly sobbed. "He's not dead… he's not dead…"

Her face lit up, her smile trembling with overwhelming emotion.

Jill stepped closer and held her shoulder. "Claire... who's Chris?"

"He… he's my older brother. The only one I have…" Claire answered softly but firmly.

"Then be grateful. He's still alive," Reuel said as he stepped forward, holding Claire's hand.

Then he turned back to Red Queen. "You still haven't explained—how did Alice know about that facility?"

Red Queen replied, "The head of security for Umbrella's Tokyo branch was captured alive by Alice. To save himself, he spilled everything."

Shit. Reuel cursed inwardly. Alice had gone rogue. She took a team into one of the most dangerous locations in the entire Resident Evil franchise—and didn't tell anyone.

He groaned in frustration. In the movie, Leon and Luther did go there, but only a few made it out alive.

"Why didn't she tell me beforehand?" Reuel muttered.

"Because Sister Alice knew you would try to stop her," said Red Queen. "She chose to inform you after the fact."

Reuel let out a long sigh. Stubborn, as always. Once she's back, we're going to have a talk.

But there was no time for blame now. Alice had left Tokyo the night before. By now, she was probably already in Kamchatka.

"Red Queen, have someone prep the jet. I'm heading to the Umbrella facility in Kamchatka," Reuel ordered.

"I'm coming too," said Ada Wong behind him.

She stepped forward, wearing semi-tactical attire—elegant and battle-ready.

"I know a few ways into that facility," she said with a sly smirk. "Never been inside, but I've got enough intel to act as a guide."

"You know the entry points?" Reuel asked.

"I used to be a covert agent. I had access to Umbrella data once," she replied casually, almost teasing.

Reuel gave a faint smile. "Alright, my amazing wife, you're coming with me."

"I'm going too!" Claire cut in quickly. "Chris is there. I have to save him."

But Reuel immediately turned to her, serious.

"Claire, you and Jill need to stay here in Salt Lake City. This is our home now. We can't let the city fall. I need you both here."

It took time—and a bit of gentle persuasion—before Claire finally gave a slow nod. Still reluctant, but she understood the logic behind the decision.

Reuel embraced Claire and Jill briefly. Warm. Silent. Full of unspoken pressure.

Then he turned to Ada, nodded, and the two of them set off toward the Umbrella facility in Kamchatka.