Timur’s eyes flashed alarm when he saw the familiar white flame retreating from Allan’s chest. A dark cloud formed at their feet, and rose to his immediate left. The cloud grew larger as it inhaled the thick smoke emitting from Allan’s soul.
Unwilling to share power, he twisted the hilt once again and extracted his sword. Allan fell backward in a heap as the aura attempted to heal him. His eyes rolled backward with a faint flash of silver light, the aura dissipating as the last few flickers of flame from his soul died out. Timur stared in shock, kicking the limp body several times. Blood oozed onto the concrete, but Allan’s body remained lifeless.
I did it! He’s finally dead!
Seeing Allan fall, several peasants who had been required to attend the wedding decided to make a run for it.
“Kill them!” he yelled to his priests. “Kill them all!”
Screams erupted from the crowd as the priests unsheathed their swords and obeyed his command.
Timur grabbed Lily by the wrist and dragged her back inside. “Come, my Queen. It’s time we obtained new subjects to serve our dwindling kingdom.”
Once inside, he commanded the guards to barricade the heavy doors. He beckoned her to follow him down the corridor until they reached the main chamber. He stopped before the lit fireplace, and twisted the gold lion to the left of the mantle. The fire extinguished itself with a huge gust of air and the soot-stained fireplace slid backward, revealing the dark stairwell. Together, they descended.
The room flickered to life with fluorescent lighting powered by a series of solar panels he had installed on the roof of the Temple years ago. The server farm hummed as he approached the main console.
Timur was pleased that he had finally acquired the NSA’s passcode to access the GFID Nano-chip tracking system. It was the final item he needed to fulfill a major part of his master’s plans. By transporting the inhabitants of Earth to Zion, all mankind would become subjects of his kingdom and the Leviathan would have a new source of fodder for all who were willing to yield their souls unto him.
Without their precious modern appliances and technologies, they would all cower easily to the Leviathan’s will. Without access to any weaponry, they would have no ability to rebel. Eventually all mankind would succumb and worship him as their god.
It’s time. My glory awaits.
With a final few commands typed on the keyboard, a loud humming sound began to reverberate off the walls. The floor tremored below them, and a bright beam of blue light erupted from the satellite dish mounted to the floor. It shot from the center of the room to the far wall where a dark mirror hung. Its twin hung inside a similar room in his penthouse. Having infused the mirrors with most of the ashes from his fallen predecessor, he had created two tangible amulets to connect as a portal.
“Wait here,” he commanded Lily. She nodded and bowed.
The sickly green aura had already enveloped him as he rushed across the room and placed both his hands against the frame of the mirror. Focusing all the power from his core, a sickly green light blasted from his eyes. With a flash of brilliant light, the mirror formed into a vortex that swallowed him up.
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Streaks of white filled his view as he spun through the invisible tunnel. The streaks of light multiplied in quantity and velocity until they formed into a single cluster. With another flash, he crossed through to his penthouse where he had erected a similar satellite dish as the receiver. As expected, the bright blue beam of light had connected with the receiving dish. The floor trembled and a loud hum reverberated off the walls, which confirmed to him that this half of the upgraded machine had activated properly. Seconds later, another beam of light erupted from the satellite attached to the ceiling and passed back through the portal.
He turned to face the portal he had just created. The swirling whirlpool looked like shimmering water with sparks of electricity swirling outward in the form of a spiral. From the center of the spiral, the two bright blue beams of light pulsed with immense energy.
He headed toward his balcony to admire his work. In the distance millions of streaks of blue light spread out across the sky. Distant screams echoed from every direction.
A wide grin fell across Timur’s lips. “Let the Rapture begin!”
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Timur reappeared in the Control Room underneath the temple on Zion in a flash of light.
“My Queen,” he cooed.
Lily tried to turn away, but in an instant he grabbed her face, his eyes boring into hers.
“Follow me.”
She had no choice but to obey his commanding powers of persuasion, “Yes Master.”
She unwillingly followed him as he ascended the stairs from the Control Room.
A loud commotion erupted from the courtyard. He led her down a corridor to the main entrance of the Temple, where the large doors stood ajar. Leading her out to the grand staircase, Allan’s body was crumpled on the ground near their feet.
Littered throughout the courtyard were the bodies of peasants: men, women and children. The sounds of swords clashing were fading in the distance. Priests armed with swords waded through the bodies to confirm that none of the rebels or peasants had survived the slaughter. A dark cloud moved among the fallen bodies, devouring whatever life force left that could be consumed. Bolts of lightning knifed across the sky, emanating from the highest tower of the Temple.
Timur stood transfixed, admiring his work. Meanwhile all of Lily’s movements were controlled.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Timur finally broke the silence. “Come. We have yet to consummate our marriage.”
Lily dutifully followed him back inside to the altar where she had been tied as his captive earlier last week. Several priests, standing still as statues, watched their approach.
“My Queen,” Timur said, his eyes full of lust. “I have waited a long time for this.”
Her body locked into place. “Yes, Master.”
He addressed the priests. “Gather around, so that you can stand as witnesses to the consummation of the King and Queen’s marriage.”
The throng of priests circled them as she lay down on the altar.
Timur cradled her chin in his hand. “Now kiss me.”
“I have longed to taste of your lips again, my lord,” she whispered. He knew even the words from her mouth were involuntary, but he played along as though she really desired him.
“Then I will satisfy your desire.” He smiled, leaning toward her.
Their lips met. He climbed onto the altar, straddling her. His kisses became more forceful, like a beast newly awakened from a long slumber. With a mere thought, he caused one of her hands to cradle his bald head and the other to grope his back. He moaned in pleasure as he put his weight on her.
Eagerly, he suddenly began unbuttoning her blouse.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve desired you.” He moaned in pleasure and kissed her again.
Timur’s tongue parted her lips, which he enjoyed immensely until somehow he suddenly lost control over willpower and she bit down hard on his tongue.
Timur screamed in pain as he ripped his face away from hers. Blood trickled from her mouth as she jumped off the altar. She pierced him with a defiant stare.
“It appears my Queen still remains unbridled.” He pointed to the altar. “I command you to sit!”
“No,” she said. “You cannot control me anymore.”
Timur stared back, bewildered, and the throng of priests stared at her in awe. More determined than ever, Timur stepped up to her, their faces mere inches apart. He intensified his stare, willing his command of her to return.
“I said, I command you to sit!”
She punched him hard in the face, and let loose an inhuman shriek.
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