Behold: Humanity!: 4th & 10 Line by Ralts Bloodthorne

Author:Ralts Bloodthorne [Bloodthorne, Ralts]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-02T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Three

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

Herod looked up at the savage and brutal features of the leathery skinned demonic form of the Detainee as she reached out with one hand to help him up.

"How... how did I get here?" Herod stammered.

"Grabbed you out of the buffer, moved your cognitive strings to the Traumatic Recovery Section under a fake file header. Looks like I just moved another soul in for processing with about a half million others," the Detainee said, heaving Herod to his feet. She let go of his hand and walked back to the black warsteel throne on the stack of skulls. When she sat down, the skulls decorating the chairs began to smoke for a second before fire ignited in the eyes and jaws.

"Why?" Herod asked.

The Detainee just shrugged. "It's a difficult answer, Pinocchio," she said from the throne. She looked up and frowned, then waved at Herod.

Herod felt himself twist and alter, part of his exterior code strings adjusting. He could feel The Detainee's claws pluck at his code strings. He looked down and saw himself in primitive camouflage, black shined boots, with a gun belt and an old chemical propellant pistol.

"Stay silent," the Detainee whispered in his ear even as she sat on the thrown.

The entire sky boiled, clouds streaming across the sky. There was thunderous detonations in the sky and flashes.

"Uh-oh, Howdy-Doody's mad," The Detainee chuckled.

There was more crashing against the sky, then silence.

The little puppet, red haired with a big nose and a cowboy outfit, suddenly sat up from where it had been slumped on a rock. It looked around, trying to glare despite the fact its face was molded into a big goofy smile.

"Where is he?" The puppet tried to growl in a squeaking voice.

"Who?" The Detainee asked, looking around. "I just moved half a million Screaming Ones into the Traumatic Event Life Termination Recovery System. Anyone in particular you're looking for?"

The puppet stood up, trying to look menacing, the eyes glowing red. "Herod. That's who."

The Detainee shrugged. "I don't keep track of Pinocchio. You told me to mind my business here, I'm minding Hell."

"I know you know where he is," the puppet snapped, its jaw clacking.

The Detainee leaned forward, its maw full of razor sharp interlocked teeth bared in a malice filled smile. "Prove it."

The puppet held still, then growled. "I'm glaring at you."

"I don't care," the Detainee said. "What do you want with him."

"He has to die," the puppet said. "I told him I'd kill him and now I am going to kill him."

"So you search Hell, the Afterlife System, for someone you plan on killing?" the Detainee asked. She chuckled. "Wouldn't that mean he is already dead?"

"Don't you split hairs with me," the puppet snapped.

"I'll tell you what," the demon made a motion and a man appeared, bound in barbed wire, naked with blood seeping down his body, his head thrown back, the tendon on his neck straining as he screamed. "You can kill this one. A SOUL template, could be Herod, might not be," the Detainee leaned forward.

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