The Tale of Junazahite: Dance with the Devil

Chapter Six: The Fadayists

5. Junazahite is the moonbringer.

Since John could remember, he always faced injustice in this world even though he had a pretty luxurious life. When he was eating food, sleeping in a cold room, and drinking water as much as he wanted, he couldn't stop thinking about the poor people in the other areas. He knew he couldn't save everyone. In fact, the world was built this way. But somehow, without realizing it, he started hating himself for having the advantages that so many people didn't have. He buried the anger and hatred in himself. When he found out that they, the people of the regime, were the problem, he almost lost it. Joan was the one who dragged him from the total darkness he was drowning in. But now, no one was left to save him from the Ultimate Abyss.

"Who are you?" John asked Jhina, ruining the silence in the back of the truck.

The other two soldiers were quiet, having their guns in their hands, staring at the bodies. They looked young and tired, both bald.

"I'm the head commander of the fadayists," Jhina replied emotionlessly.

It was obvious that she was a tough person. Her gesture, the way she glanced at him, and her body language made her look even more threatening. He wasn't surprised when he found out she was a commander; It was quite impressive, especially in a society where women weren't typically valued as highly as men. The Junazahitists believed that the only value of women was reproducing and taking care of the weak ones, and they also perceived women as capable of leading men to the Ultimate Abyss. They both desired and dreaded women.

"What is this cult about?" he asked sarcastically, looking at her blue eyes.

The fact that he was Junazahite didn't make him a religion-loving man. Still, he hated the Junazahitists.

"We are not a cult!" Jhina said fast, offended. "We are an organization against the Republic of Survalists. We are fully aware of their corruption and brutality. We are planning to save Junazahite, and with his help, we will end this regime and reestablish the true regime of Junazahite."

"You're Junazahitists, then?" he said, not impressed.

"Yes," she said, then added, "The real ones!"

John laughed a little, surprising the three of them. It was strange for a man to be that neutral when he had lost all of his family. But he had lost so many families in his past lives, not having any choice but to make peace with it. And for now, he was thinking about the religion. There was no doubt that the religion of Junazahite, the religion based on him, was sickening, destructive, and even evil, and he had to be the leader of these sick men. He worried about how to cooperate with them. The only thing that came to his mind was manipulating them to achieve his goals. But what were his goals?

"Junazahitists are the ones who ruined this nation," he spat the fact on them. "I hate them ... no! I despise them!"

"Junazahitists that you've seen weren't the real ones," Jhina insisted. "They're using our beliefs to get what they want. If you're really Junazahite, you should know that!"

"When will you be sure that I'm him?" John snapped, clenching his fists.

He realized that they still doubted him, and if he kept this behavior, they might abandon him in the desert to perish. He was the one who was promised, for sure, but still, he had no power to protect himself, like a philosopher with a great mind and a weak body.

"We don't know, really," Jhina confessed, frowning, her arms crossed. "We'll run some tests, hoping to find something supernatural. Something promising!"

"In school," he said, controlling his temper. "I was taught that when the Witness Star shines, Junazahite rises. They didn't tell us how. I always thought he'd just show himself and with a snap, make everything perfect."