This is the end of the CocaCola Civil War.

I stand on the stage, General OrderOfChaos, Lt. Emmin, and Capt. Grimm standing behind me. DarkGEBM is completely chained up at my feet. The audience is formed of the chained up Reformists and Differentists that survived the battle, which lasted a day. Emmin hands me a mic, I take a deep breath, and begin my speech.

"Purists, Reformists, DIfferentists, I have one question for you: why are fighting? Why is this happening? This all started because we had one disagreement about which soda was better, Coke or Pepsi, which escalated to a whole war, which led to the damning of a soul, and then we were at peace. Everything was perfect. We, the CocaCola Army, weren't fighting anymore. Sure, we had to kill damn near every Pepsian to achieve that peace, so maybe it wasn't as deserved as we thought, but we had peace. Then, what happened? We just started fighting over what kind of Coke was better, and split into two sides, and then you Reformists split into two, and now look at us. We've been fighting for a whole week over something stupid. It doesn't matter what kind of Coke is better, it doesn't matter what kind of soda is better, all that matters is that we like like soft drinks. All this fighting made us lose sight of what brought us together: a love of soft drinks. Sure, we may love different kinds, but why should that matter? Everyone has their own opinions, and we should respect that. But, instead, we started a war. We killed. And we lost our way. So, I have one more question for you: Do you want to join together and be one community again, or would you rather die in a war over what soda is better? Me, I'm going to end the man who started this civil war."

Then, I conjure a light dagger, and break DarkGEBM's chains. His arms and legs are free. I remove the plate I used to cover his mouth. His powers are also back. He stands up and his hands glow purple, but I transform my dagger into a pair of double-edged swords. DarkGEBM does the same. "I will end you, Coke-lover." he says. But then, I stab him with both blades in the chest, shoot him a few times with my light powers, and he fires back. As I'm dueling my arch-nemesis, Purist Command is freeing the chained Reformists and Differentists so they can talk it out. DarkGEBM warps behind me and stabs me in the back, but I manage to warp away before he can pierce my heart. I reappear in front of him, this time facing him, and we fight with our blades. However, DarkGEBM is at a disadvantage due to being stabbed in two places in the chest. One of his swords disappears and he clutches the wound on the left side of his body. However, I'm weakened too, since I have a stab wound on my back and several wounds from shadow blasts. Then, I remember something: if positive me is a righty, he must be a lefty, and since he's using his dominant hand to clutch his wound, he won't be as good fighting me with his right hand. I continue fighting, and soon DarkGEBM is laying on his back in pain. “

Purist Command, to me!" I order. Everyone is free, so Purist Command (OrderOfChaos, Emmin, and Grimm) gather in a circle around me. I use my light powers to carve a pentagram in the center of the stage, and then Supplier Parrot, who was guarding the stage, drags DarkGEBM's weakened and barely-conscious body to the center of the pentagram. Then, we all join hands - me and the rest of Purist Command, as well as Parrot - and then I pull out the Book of Souls. I begin reciting the Hechizo condenatorio ti’ le óolo’ - the Soul Damning Spell - and the civil war ends as the PMC Cola Wars did: with the damning of a soul, this time the former Lieutenant of the Pepsi Federation and former second-in-command of OrderOfChaos. As I nearly finish reciting the spell, the circle glows red and red energy rises up. DarkGEBM manages to say one last thing before his soul is dragged into the Hell to burn for all of eternity: "High Commander, how... could... you?" "DarkGEBM, you're the only reason we're fighting again." OrderOfChaos says as DarkGEBM's soul leaves his body. "Now, go to Hell." DarkGEBM's soul is dragged into Hell.

One month later.
Everyone is at peace. We've built a new village on the battlefield where we fought the final battles of what became known as the PMC Soda Wars, with me, the former members of Purist Command, Taco (former High Commander of the Reformists), and Kiwi (former High Commander of the Differentists) in command as a council that leads the village. The remains of the Purist base in the canyon at the edge of village has been rebuilt into a massive soda factory that spans across the canyon all the way to the village border. It's all normal. No fighting. No arguing about which is the better soft drink - well, maybe some arguments, but not ones that lead to brawls. And, most of all, no one is starting a war.

I stand on the balcony of my home in the village, and OrderOfChaos, who was visiting, joins me. Christmas music plays in the background. I take a sip of my Coke, and he drinks a can of Pepsi. "It may have taken a long time to get here, but the journey was worth it." I say. "It sure was." OrderOfChaos responds. "Cheers." "Cheers." I say back. Then, we drink our soda and watch the Christmas tree we set up in the town square, its lights and star aglow.

THE END.

(Generic credits music)
Featuring:
OrderOutOfChaos - General OrderOfChaos
Emminlk12 - Lt. Emmin
TheGrimmKnight - Capt. Grimm
DarkGEBM666 - DarkGEBM
TheMcParrot - Supplier Parrot
TacoFromTheSky - High Commander Taco
2000sindie - High Commander Kiwi