It is morning in "the crystal city". Across the horizon, a stunning sight can be seen as thousands of lights go out one by one until the city has blended with the daytime. Yes, Yminnod awakens and the citizens start their day. The shops and stalls open, the casinos welcome customers and the cult recruiters can be seen in the ghettos...What?
"Hey, there little girl. Have you heard of the cult of the chosen one? We are a group of lost sheep who serve the chosen one with our souls. What's more, our glorious leader will grant your wishes if you join to-Buh?!!" The recruiter is unable to finish his sentence. He is interrupted by an old man who tried a rock into his face.
"you're not welcome here."
"Yeah! people like you come around every day and lure our family and friends away with your lies."
"They don't care about us. My brother was promised a cure for his sickness but they just used him as a guinea pig. We can't trust them.!!" From the old man's action, other people have started to speak out, this attracts the attention of those around and a mob slowly forms. Fearing for his life, the recruiter runs away.
"Stay out of the ghettos!" One woman shouts.
"Yminnod peoples aren't wanted here." Another man says.
"You think just cause you have money you can do anything you want?!!" Several shouts and curses could be heard behind him as he ran.
Oh, what to do? The lost sheep won't accept the chosen one's invitation. I know, why don't I ask the chosen one directly? Best plan ever. The recruiter thinks to himself as he heads toward the vast number of skyscrapers in the distance.
I showed you a bad sight. I apologise. Let's look at something else. What about that large white building, wonder what's going over there
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"Oh, the chosen one is eating the meal we made."
"I'm so happy to be alive."
"To witness such a thing. My life has been fulfilled, truly I am happy"
In the building, the highest most luxurious room we come to the scene of a young boy trying to eat his meal while surrounded by old men.
"Don't you find that creepy?"
"Ah! Author-sama, you grace me with your presence yet again. What can this insignificant creature do for you!" In the middle of his meal, the boy kneels, slams his head onto the ground and starts shouting, sounding not unlike the old men around him.
"They got it from you, Huh"
"Ah.." The old men around him also kneel and press their heads extremely close to the ground.
"The chosen one must be in audience with the Author " One of the old men thought
"Just popped in to tell you the Tower will fall in seven days"
"I see. So the time for my ascension approaches." The old men around him let out a collective gasp.
"I-Is this true? So the time has finally come for Tower to fall. Oh, chosen One, how glorio-.....?!!!!" There is silence in the room. One of the old men, too horrified by what he raised his head to see stops speaking. In front of him, the boy he reveres so much is giving off an uncanny amount of killing intent.
"YOU! YOU DARE?!! YOU DARE INTERRUPT THE AUTHOR SAMA?!! HOW IMPUDENT!! Martin, Salca, HOLD HIM DOWN!!!" At the order, the other old men in the room rush to the culprit. They pin him down and the boy approaches while holding a knife. The culprit sees the boy approaching and starts begging for forgiveness.
"C-Chosen one, please forgive this insolent fool. I vow to never repeat this blunder! Please spare me!!"
"Maris you fool. You interrupted my conversation with Author-sama, and you dare ask for forgiveness? I was only going to stab you a little but now! Now I'm going to cut off your blasphemous tongue! Then I will rip out your throat, chop you into little pieces, and feed you to my dogs."
As he says this Maris' face loses colour, he starts sweating profusely and struggles to free himself.
"Get off me! GET OFFF!!!" Maris struggles and struggles, but is unable to free himself. The boy finally reaches him and slowly puts the blade into Maris's maw. He screams as streaks of scarlet drip down but the boy does not care. He continues to slowly push the knife into Maris' tongue, and the poor bastard continues to scream.
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Eventually, the screams die down and it seems that Maris has resigned himself.
To die by the chosen one's hand. I am so honoured. My sentence is a harsh one, but one I deserve. I just wish I could serve him just a little longer. For that purpose. "A- Author-sama, please save me I beg you!!"
"Yep, he apologised. Let him go."
The boy while pressing the knife into Maris' mouth stops and steps away "The Author has decreed, "Let him go"."
At this command the men holding Maris leave him and Maris gets back up, his mouth still leaking blood.
"Maris, Salca, Martin. As you were." The men obey the command and go back to their original positions, kneeling and slamming their heads onto the ground. The boy kneels too, smiles and looks up at the ceiling as if nothing happened. He says
"Author-sama. Please let us continue with our discussion."
"What did I turn you into?"
"Anyway, the tower is coming so inform as many people as you can. Tell them to prepare and to sell all their belongings and convert the cash to gold by Towerfall."
"Yes, Author-sama. But where do I start?"
"Probably from there"
*Knock, knock, knock*
Accompanying the knocks at the door a young man dressed in white hooded robe that had a picture of black angel wings stitched at the back enters. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and had several piercings. As he enters he exclaims,
"Oh chosen one, this lowly servant dares to enter your prescence!"
"....."
"Ah!"
*crash*
*SLAM!*
The man was too excited so he spoke without permission, but that is not what scared him so. What made him so scared was the sight he saw. He quickly kneels and slams his head into the floor.
"Shit. SHIITT!! I AM SO DEAD." The man thought to himself. "The three holy Cardinals and even the chosen one, himself are kneeling. They must be in the presence of the Author. And I dared speak out of turn, they're definitely going to kill me. Fuck, what should I do? Should I run? N-No, let me think about this reasonably. Personally dying by the hand of the chosen one would definitely feel good. Okay, I'm convinced. I won't run no matter how rough he gets with me!."
Martin, Salca, and Maris who saw the intruder enter the room shout something, and then immediately kneel and cower looking at him with pity. Especially Maris, who understands his plight all too well.
And then they see the intruder panting sexually. They look at him with disdain except for Maris, who has a permanent look of understanding plastered on his face. But their attention is taken when they hear the boy say to the intruder
"You, join them and keep quiet. I'll deal with you later." At the command, the intruder crawls to where the 'holy cardinals' are. The boy then returns to his conversation.
"Okay, I'll be leaving now"
"W-Wait Author-sama!"
"Hmm?"
After his shout, the boy blushes and his eyes dart to the right. He starts fidgeting and makes a look as if he is expecting something. This looks extremely lewd. The Cardinals drop their jaws in awe and the intruder pants harder. Then the boy says,
"I-I was wondering if there was anything else you needed from me, Anything." He says it in an extremely lewd manner as well. The Cardinals at this point have blushed so hard they look like tomatoes and the intruder has fallen unconscious. He has an elated look on his face like he could die happy.
".........."
"......"
"..."
"We need to talk later. I fear I've turned you into something unpleasant"
"I'm going now"
After a moment of silence, the boy stands up. He signals to the Cardinals to wake the intruder and goes back to his seat and continues his meal. The intruder gets up but is in a daze for some time before he realises where he is standing and immediately kneels.
"What did you come here for? The boy asks.
The intruder has a shocked look on his face but still manages to respond
"Oh, chosen one. This fool has come into your presence to seek your guidance."
"Proceed."
"Chosen one, there is a group of lost sheep that are reluctant to serve you. I have come to seek a way to draw them to your light."
"You are a recruiter then, aren't you?. State your name and recruited number." Martin commands.
To this, the man gives his details. "My name is Stonefrey Roln", he says, " recruiter number 545."
The Cardinals and the boy listen to Stonefrey and the boy nods his head, he puts places his fork down, stands up and says,
"Okay, let's go. You four, with me!."
"YES!" All the men respond simultaneously.
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Let's move the scene quickly to the Yminnod ghettos. That's where they said they were going.
.........
Oh my
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Oh dear
...........
It's already a mess. Stonefrey is surrounded by a mob. He's about to be crucified. They got pitchforks and everything, and a cat. Don't know why I had to point that out.
"Didn't we tell you to not come here again?!" A man from the mob shouts.
"..... You even brought friends." The man points towards the three old men standing behind Stonefrey. They exuded a menacing aura and stood in weird poses while Egyptian techno-rock was playing from the speaker beside them.
"Who are those bozos?"
"We, are the Cardinals. Bastions of the chosen one." One of the old men declared triumphantly. This was Martin. He wore the same golden hooded robe with a picture of black angel wings as Salca and Maris.
"SHUT UP!!" A man from the crowd screams in anger. The mob looked in his direction. He is an old man, older than even the Cardinals. He is also the leader of the mob.
He looks straight into the eyes of Stonefrey and says with venom in his voice.
"I don't like you people. Coming here, trying to steal our children from us. I hate you. You come promising salvation. Your god will do that, your god will do this. I hate it. If there was one they would have taken me out of this situation. "Then he gazed at the mob, looking at each of the faces one by one He says again "Tell your god to leave us alone. We're doing fine without him."
The Cardinals and Stonefrey look at the man. They only look at him with pity. The mob had lost their anger. They put down their weapons. That was when 'he' arrived.
*kneel*
*kneel*
*kneel*
*kneel*
The cardinals and Stonefrey kneel at his presence. He was the Chosen one.
At his arrival, no one could tell the miracle that would unfold.
That day all the residents of the east ghettos were converted to servants of the chosen one.