fragile | clexa

chapter fifty six

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The soldiers were peacefully sleeping still. The toxin had knocked them all out at once. Jaha didn't fully understand how it worked, but he had found it years ago in the bunker for just those cases.

After voices had been heard from the inside, he had locked the hatch and positioned his own warriors outside of it in case anyone came to the idea to open it with violence.

There was no food in the bunker. No water. In a matter of a week, all of the people down there would be dead. What a price that the Heda was among them. Jaha would only need to get a braid, some blood and maybe her flame and he could serve his master, make his master the new Heda. Rule the world like the world was meant to be ruled.

Divided, how human kind had always been meant to be. How could anyone think women and men were equal? That's why two existed. That's why one of them was stronger. It was nature's way to work. His master would finally reinforce this again after so many had failed for centuries, hell, milleniums.

Two days into guarding the hatch, the Light was announced to arrive. Jaha had only met his master a counted amount of times in his life and he made sure everything was neat by the time harmonic flute music filled the place, the forest. The concrete place had been cleaned as good as it had been possible. Food and drinks were prepared, the Worthy Hall was decorated, the unworthy huts left as dirty as they should have been.

When the Light arrived, it was a ceremony. A carriage drove in front of the opened gates of the Worthy Hall and then the God stepped out. Jaha, symbolically, kneeled for his master first. The whole rest followed.

Their master downright glowed. A golden dress that accentuated all lush curves, breasts and hips making it strain. Pure gold masked her face. An animal depicturing grace and might, out of long savored stories. Jaguar, they called it.

The gold of her mask melted into cascades of hair that were poured honey and sunlight at once. She was the Light, truly.

"My God, my Lady, my Savior. I am honored to kneel, to serve, to fulfill your want," Jaha bowed.

The Light dipped her head in greeting. Her back was straight, chin up, her never-changing Jaguar expressions cold.

"My Lady, the slaves, the failed saviors and the Heda are in the bunker. They will all be dead within at most three days now."

"Are you my Prophet?" the Light asked, her voice rich and warm as the sun. "Have you read the Holy Scriptures of the Light at all?"

"Every day, my Lady. I am at your service."

"I do not want them dead yet. My world is a fair one. Death is the last result, the punishment for ones who don't want to be saved at all. My slaves are in there. My servants. Would you let them die, Prophet?"

"They followed the Heda, my Lady."

"They are weak. They are women against an army of men. You do not know if they had a choice. I will give them one."

"Of course, my Lady. Blessed be your generosity."

"Give me your weapons, Guards, Teachers and Prophets of the Light. I will end this unholy reign with the peace us worthy have within us. I shall be God to all, I shall end Heda without a drop of blood. She will bow to me, kneel, lead her people one last time and that into my reign."

"Yes, my Lady, my Light. Hallowed be your name."

The whole room repeated it in a thoughtful murmur. The Light received all weapons with a bow. They were within her grasp easily.