False god

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Wrote a quick story. Feedback appreciated! Not all stories will be graphic ????

Submitted: September 10, 2016

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Submitted: September 10, 2016

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As we plan to over run the holy temple, I look deep into the eyes of my right hand man. He has given me all his trust and led loyal soldiers to me. If it wasn't for this man, I would not have what it takes to pull this off. "Today is the day, we will prove that gods also bleed" he says to me with a trusting smile. "Ayee" I reply, as i reach out to shake his hand. As we rally up and prepare to make a move, i make sure that all my men are well armed. To take over the holy temple during the monthly sacrifice, that this false god sees fit will be no easy task. So I thank the men and women willing to lay down their lives for it is not a guarantee that we will leave with air in our lungs, blood through our veins, or a thought on our minds. We ready our weapons and armor and pin point locations on the map provided by our insiders, it is time. As we march to the temple, pure silence fills the air, tension surrounding us as if it were a shield. It is time. We walk with many of the followers, on their way to witness the offering. We have arrived. We watch as the man who claims to be a god stands from his throne, "eternal life is a gift, your loyalty will be your way to eternal life!" He exclaimed as the crowd praises. We move, we split to over run his guards and force them to watch that gods are not eternal. We move into position, "this is it sir, the moment we have been training for" a young soldier expresses to me. "This is it kid, you are about to reveal the worlds biggest lie" I respond, reassuring him that it will be a successful attempt. Although i know the chances are slim. We signal the archers to fire down on the first line of guards so we can move up and capture this god. They fire, as the arrows penetrate the skull of the guards, we hear the flesh tear and the blood erupts like a ruby red fountain. It is time, the crowds screams and the guards begin to move. We make our way up the steps, blades drawn and ready to take lives. As we begin to battle the guards, some of them begin to protect the false god and try to take him back indoors, i throw my sword and hit a guard in the back, my right hand man moves in to secure the god, he stops. Blood begins to appear from his back, i stare in disbelief, one of the guards managed to land a attack. I pull my secondary blade out and charge it twords the mans chest, direct hit. As the blade slowly disappeared into his chest, i hear his ribs begin to crack as he desperately gasps for air. I impale him again as he attempts to let out a scream, nothing comes out. As the man is done for i withdraw my blade from his chest and watch him roll down the stairs, a lifeless fool. I reach this so called god, i grab him and throw him to the ground. My foot kicks his body and i watch him fall back down from a failed attempt to stand up. My loyal soldiers have captured the guards and force them to watch. "Today, i will prove to the world that this so called god, also has am expiration date!" I yell with power in my voice. The crowd begins to watch, anticipate the next move. I draw my blade, I kick this man down on his back, i have my soldiers hold his hands and feet. This is it, the moment we change history. I lift my foot, i put my heel on his jaw and begin to apply pressure. The god stares up at me with terror in his eye, i smile as i kneel down and prepare my blade to meet his throat. As my blade makes its way to his throat the sun hits the edge and it lets off a gorgeous shine. The edge meets his throat, as i apply pressure, blood begins to emerge. As i move my blade back and forth, back and forth, the blood begins to create a pool. The man's throat is split, as he attempts to breathe, the air escapes through his wound creating a hissing sound. I reach his neck bone, so i apply more pressure as his body begins to struggle as if he has not yet come to grips with the thought that his life was lie. As i disconnect the the head from the torso and hold his head to the crowd, "This is your god, the man who claimed to have eternal life, and promised you all the same!" I shout. As i show the mans decapitated head to the crowd. "We no longer have to serve a ruler, we can unite and make our own society. Everybody is equal, man and woman born to create, born to make a difference, not born to serve a false god!" The crowd stares in silence, and the begging of a new era has been created.


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