Mafia Proverbs

Chapter 1: Coronation By Blood (IIII)

                                                                Part IIII

   "Mother, please be seated. You've done your part by raising me to this level with this potential." I informed her valiantly, not backing down to her swinging sword.
   "No! You have no id---." Our Beloved Mother tried to rebuttal, but was cut off mid-debate.
   "Enough!" I roared back at her, silencing whatever intuition she was attempting to present. Aiming the double sided axe at the former GIMP, I made my conviction heard, "Your lack of confidence and faith in me is beyond unsettling. This is my time now, a time that I have inherited from you, yourself. My vision can only see the melanin above us halting my history. There is no obstacle omnipotent or worthy enough to change my destiny."
   The Ragnarok Steel was slammed down to the embedded cement. Our Beloved Mother Aaja stood stoic for a moment longer before collecting her things and leaving the room completely.
   "Fray Proxy, Yvyet. Please continue." I encouraged the fourteen year old.
   She tucked her black hole puncher back inside her jacket, repositioning her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
   "Now that your decision is made my your own will, and such has been accepted by Our God Authority's judgement, we as a family will as much assistance and guidance to aid the path you begin your life on. In the presence of Our Godmother, Yzylophelvini Arterton, and on behalf of Our Godfather, Kayaki Excetera, we honor you, Asha Exodia."
   Once again, I was given The Law's salute. Once again, I bowed my head in recognition of the glory.
   "Now! Before Shango's Eater is fed the blasphemous, Our Godmother Zephoné would like to speak a few words into reality. Madame Zephoné, the floor is yours." Yvyet extended her hand toward the occupants of the church, passing the attention to her mother.
   "Thank you, my child." The cocoa skinned cougar acknowledged, her heels clapping against the tattooed concrete as she approached the hood garbage kneeling the whole time.
   His chest is bare, arms restrained behind him and his legs were shackled heavily. His entirety is painted with the imagination of radical sadism. Every visible piece of him is covered in scars and scabs, the frigid temperatures added another layer of agony to his present suffering.
   "Can you hear my voice, traitor? Those bags are smeared in smelling salt, so I know you're awake. Although, I would imagine that your ears were cut off during my hospitalization." The God Authority spoke, her tone neither rising nor falling in it's expression.
   The bagged head slowly raised his zero from the grounds he is unworthy to be alive on.
His time is coming.
   "Uhh... Uhh.... Ye... Yes." He was able to force out. Blood gargled in his throat and out his mouth, the crimson fluid spilled thru the burlap over his head.
   "Do you know whose voice you are being allowed to hear?" The God Authority asked the filth. She's standing so close to him, his leaking blood is splashing in from of her black heels.
   "Uhh.... Uhn.... Yzy.... Yzy...."
   The north GIMP's revolver barrel slashed across the side of the bag, knocking the traitor's blood from his mouth and his body to the floor.
   "You don't get to speak the name of Our God Authority!" The killer apostle roared in anger towards the glory of Our Godmother Zephoné.
   Lying on the floor, groaning and gargling, more plasma collected and soaked the side of the traitor's blinding mask.
   I stood stoic through the whole ordeal, waiting for my time to come again. I noticed something off about Yvyet, though. Like she is gravely uncomfortable around this kind of carnage. Her hands are behind her back, gripping the clip board pretty tight. The four eyed Proxy's jaw tightened, her eyelids are fluttering in an atonal rhythm. It's as if Yvyet is trying to capture as little of this memory as possible.
   "You moved on me." Our Godmother Zephoné reminded the traitor, much more desensitized to the gore than her bio-bred daughter. "You plotted against our council to destroy The Law. Many of Our Family lost their lives and livelihood because of you, which tragically include our futures that is our children." This is the first time since she entered did The God Authority's expression showed any kind of serious. It's rare to see her face squared or screwed to show any conflicting emotion that would label her disturbed. Her feminine voice was rugged and echoing when she said, "You even had me, your loving Godmother, handled and whored by the likes of cum sucking pagan existences like you. They took advantage of me many times, tried to soil what is sacred and attempted to break me in any way your feeble minds could think of. Why, there was even a moment when our roles were reversed. Now here I stand in my glory, and there you die in your own blood."
   The God Authority turned her attention to her new born, the tenderness returning to her projected emotion. "I have in my arms the unexpected outcome of your worthless rebellion. From the presence of attempted destruction, I have instead received an inevitable creation. Now we have the coronation of our most promising future in recent years, Asha Exodia. Also, we are both fortunate and proud to introduce the newest member of my own biology, and a protege to The Ragnarok Law Mafia. Welcome, Yyoncogh Ledjin Arterton!"
   As Our Godmother announced the newborn's name, she raised her bliss in the air while staring down at the trash on the floor. Our Family howled, roared, clapped and cheered, praising the new life brought into The Law. Yvyet clapped while holding the clipboard under her arm. The four GIMP's howled and cheered with the rest of the family. I myself tapped The Ragnarok Steel on The Rapture Circumference.
   When the cocoa skinned madame lowered the bundle back into the safety of her chest, the celebrations lowered and silenced.
   Our God Authority's attention was on me now.
   "Having reached The Law's Maturity and choosing your path. Asha Exodia, are you ready to enact the punishment of the judged, baptizing your coronation with the breath and blood of our enemies?" Our Godmother asked as protocol required.
   I spun Shango's Eater in three rotations before holding it horizontally erect to my right.
   "Yes, ma'am!" I responded with the pride of The Law.
   The traitor was raised back to his knees by two of the escorting GIMP's , his body weight slumped back onto his calves.
   The God Authority lined up with her guards, backing away from the mess about to be made.
    I shut my eyes for a moment, inhaling and exhaling all the various energies in the church.
   Vision covered, I took the long handle of the ax with both hands, grabbing under the ax blades and the center of it's staff.
   As I swung The Ragnarok Steel around my shoulder and above my unkept hair, my eyes open in rhythm.
   The Family cheered.
   Yvyet's eyelids fluttered.
   Our Godmother smiled.
   With the most passionate battle cry the universe would allow, I thrusted Shango's Eater down to finalize my coronation. The iconic weapon scraped the sky from the pedestal I was standing on.
   All power to The Proverb.
   All hail The Ragnarok Law Mafia.