Virtuous x B.U.L.L.E.T

Scents of metallic scarlet crept up against my nose while I remained frozen with awe at what was unfolding, completely out my depth, completely out of my control.
Having reared himself once more, the regal man flicked back his hair, freezing strands into the icicles as he did so, stepping one gemstone-emboldened flowerpot shoe backwards against the hardwood. Momentum pushed against his frigid weaponry, which whistled across the room towards the woman that had interrupted his speech so ungraciously. 
However, as you would expect of a woman called the boss, of one who always seemed to be there to render the stirring trouble immovable, then condense it down into nothing, those stalactites of opaque ice did just that.
Rather, they melted before their frigid tips could even poke at her sweater.
From beneath said marble-white sweater, hidden somewhere in the creases of her chest, an incredibly thin, scythe-like object bloomed like an accelerated video of vines growing against a garden wall. Her nimble fingers dipped into her sweater while the regal man grew more and more desperate, and his ice more and more into water, pulling the floral, mossy-green scythe up against her chin, then down towards the floor where sparkles of violet continued to erupt. 
Behind my feet crimson continued to drool against that same flooring.
I was grabbed from behind by calloused, rough fingers, while murmured words of condolence faded into the static, thick air.
While the virescent streak of her scythe cleaved into the tainted purple atmosphere, and as ice continued to melt quicker and quicker into non-existence, the regal man seemed to be steadily losing his namesake, and when he happened to glance at the ruptured mass of crimson and beige that was his partner, well, he completely shed any semblance of polite royalty he once had.
Just like that man in the alley that had sealed my fate for the foreseeable year that remained in humanity's lifespan, his features contorted till his brow was pushed deep into his eyes, themselves bursting open with hatred. 
"You bastards. You goddamn bastards don't understand what you're doing! You're brutes, all of you!" he bellowed, his velvety tone of voice twisted into something guttural and filled with animalistic despair. 
"Fine! You'll see! Just you see, you animals! Like fire to the early man, I will show you what it is like to be faced with a future that you cannot comprehend! You, however, will not be afforded the safety of flames. It will burn you to crisps instead" he finished in a low murmur.
And he was right.
Everything that had happened at that moment, the intense clash that had unfolded, the destroyed life that had collapsed at my feet, was worth absolutely nothing.
Rumbling from behind the fireworks clinging against the window, punctuating the barren cerulean landscape that stretched above us like the thick shell of a forgotten snow-globe, an unimaginable sight tore the city into pieces.
Humongous limbs stretched up, trying to pierce that shell, while many swaying, grey-coated heads, their long hair drooping down against the buildings below, swiveled in the direction of my frightened gaze.
A many headed woman burst from underneath the charred crust of the earth, bringing doom to the world as we knew it.