Distorted

Chapter twelve, Light men.

The serenity of the empty streets of Ilusia at nighttime was a strange sight to any resident. The days and years would pass and no one would enjoy such calmness or feel accustomed and safe towards it. This silence was always an omen for something, and for that time, it was the veil blocking the unknown, sheltering the scared from what terrified them, but it was imminent..it was close.

And as the dust danced with wind in each corner, and as the night sky watched curiously, Ilusians slept with an eye open waiting for the day they've been avoiding for years, Ilusia's machinery was the only holy thing in it, Ilusians were tools, they were the brush painting this sad portrait of a absolute darkness, and as that was just a fact engraved in each worker bee racing for the sky, they knew that the highers had no mercy or respect towards these little ants, it was the distrust between the government and the people that created this world. The world were you knew you couldn't trust a single breathing person including those who you should obey.

And at last, there it was. The marching sound of hundreds of boots, and nothing but the stuttering sound of the street radios echoing in each alley and each home.

"Citizens of Ilusia, as you all know, today is the cleansing day, a day were we proudly purify our lands from the unholy, the sickening acts performed by those who betrayed the system will not be tolerated, The light men will make sure every house has nothing but our own good citizens building our great future, please, obey the rules of the curfew and don't leave your house. Glory to our empire."

The buzzing of the radio was overcame by the marching of the light men, kids glued their eyes to the windows carefully watching the approaching danger innocently not knowing what these monsters represented, and as parents rushed to embrace their kids, families closed their windows and billboards stuttered announcing their arrival, Ilusia turned into a different world.

They were almost kids, boys aged between eighteen to twenty with their grey hair and wrinkled faces, they wore priests clothes and carried a cross, although Ilusia was racing time to build a technologically advanced empire, it's core with rotten with strong and utterly unbelievable religious none sense, the government used this as an opportunity to line up people for inspection, forcing them to believe that light men were god's hands and their judgment was undeniably right, light men were a tool just like the rest of them, but these young boys were tragically manipulated to fit a terrifying nighttime story for children, possessing a strong superhuman eyesight that supposedly inspects holes in the system and cleans the empire from those who have sinned.

These white eyes burst with godly light that brought dismay for the innocent but comfort for the fool, the silent beings roamed the streets in masses with their eyes emitting string waves of light that turned left and right inspecting each corner in the city.

They looked young yet old, holy yet sinful, dark yet innocent. The Were the male orphans discarded by the society to be used by the religious Council of the empire as an example for retribution. Their young bodies couldn't handle such immense amount of power that they wrinkled and wilted away like a flower blown into the wind, they smelled of inability, their unwillingness made their sanctity more holy to the people, the empire craved those who gave up something for it, and it glorified the concept of sacrifice for the great, it glorified it to the point people wouldn't have any choice but to sacrifice it was a forceful sacrifice.

The coldness of the winter night blessed by the white winter moon guided them to each house, picking each victim by only deviating their light towards them, and as they do so, the victims struggle with painful headache and loses their ability to have free will, the light men dragged a handful of people, different ages, boys and ladies, elders and children, all looking as dead as the empire's morals, they put shackles on their hands and shamefully dragged them across the streets till their reached their base, priests of light they were called, but they brought nothing but darkness.