Chapter
1 – Enforcers of Dogma
We are the faithful servants of the
Lord. For years, we have stayed true to His word. We have not strayed from the
teachings He’s given us from His mouth and His saints and angels. The Church
stands strong only when the sinners within her are repentant and do their best to always
stay faithful to God. This is why the traitors from within the Church must be expunged
from her.
This future we live in has
separated the Church. One side staying true to the way of the truth. The other
side seeks to be kind to those outside of the Church, who after centuries have
refused to convert. It’s proven by history that being kind to obstinate sinners
has led to ruin. Men, women, and children being killed, sold, exploited, and
sent to Hell because they chose to stay willfully ignorant. Because the Church
was too soft to make them see the error of their ways. This is not to say that
we will not grant mercy to sinners who are repentant. We are all guilty after
all, however, we will not grant mercy to those who refuse it. We only grant
death.
Today, we are being deployed to
Mars to aid an insurrection against the false church. Insurrections have started
ever since we struck the first blow with insurrections in all galaxies and all
sectors of the Church from the military, government, corporations, and even the
priesthood. While they’re still caught off guard, we continuously strike
without rest to bring a quick end to this conflict. I’m part of a squad that
uses jet packs or angel wings as we like to call them to fly around the battlefield.
After saying our prayers, we are dropped into the action as riots ravage the
Martian city.
Our squad flies down to the city
while raining down missile fire from our wings. The Martian city’s anti-air turrets
start to aim for us as we target it and destroy the air defense while taking
evasive action. Once their air defenses are destroyed, our ships destroy the buildings
that our enemies are hold up in and turn them to rubble. We mop up the rest of the
stragglers with our brother and sister knights and aid the rioters. As the last traitor falls, we stab our flag
through the body of a still living sinner then yell out in victory. A crowd of
rioters brings forth several people with bindings on them.
One of them says, “These traitors
wouldn’t fight with us and chose to hide and rat us out to their slave masters.”
“Do you repent of your sins?” one
of my brother’s asks.
“This is insanity! You can’t go
around killing-”
The cowards brought to
us are gunned down much to the joy of the rioters.
“You should make your way out of
the city and cause some trouble in other cities, citizens. The Ecclesia will be
sending reinforcements to retake this city,” an officer says.
“We can fight too,” a man says as
he steps forward, “I know of the emergency anti-air in case the first failed.
We’re all also armored and know how to shoot.”
“Are you sure? The fighting will
get intense.”
“All of us were made to give our
lives, our entire existence, to the Lord. We’re ready to fight.”
The officer and the man shake
hands.
“It’s an honor to fight alongside you.
All of you. Now, get ready.”
Our ships in the sky reposition as
enemy ships arrive. On the ground, vehicles and special defense forces arrive and
we destroy all of them along with the rioters only to have another wave arrive
from behind them. We fight wave after wave of reinforcements as our ships
struggle to fight the enemies in the skies, so my squad flies up to aid them.
With our angel wings, we fly into the bridges, engine rooms, and gun batteries
to planet explosives and destroy them with our explosives. Because of the seemingly
unending waves of ships and reinforcements, we can only do this once until we
have to stick to the ground.
As more of us fall, the hope of reinforcements
of our own arriving in time dwindle. Our force wanted to arrive ahead to
establish a foothold and save the rioters while the main force prepared itself.
Creating a base here and even taking Mars would make it easier to take Earth, the
primary place where the Ecclesia rules from, and humanity’s homeworld. Whoever
controls Earth is considered to have the true religion and we are the closest
in taking it with secret forces on the planet waiting for the right moment to strike.
At this rate, we aren’t going to last especially since we lost most of our ships
and forces with our last ship coming down. This last ship dies an honorable
death by crashing itself into the enemy’s ships taking another two with it.
Even though this is good, the ships
are crashing down to the city. There’s nowhere for us to run so we take cover
wherever we can as the ships crash and blow up in the city. I manage to survive
with my armor damaged.
“Hello? Is anyone out there?” I say
on the comms since I see nothing but a dust storm and bodies around me.
Were the rest of the enemy killed? Are
any of my brothers and sisters still alive? My answer is quickly answered as I see
a wave of enemy soldiers approach me with their guns pointed at me. None of my
allies get up and I don’t hear anything on the comms.
“Surrender!” one of the traitorous
soldiers say.
I can’t lift my gun. I don’t have
any explosives on me, and my angel wings are broken. Even if my angel wings were
operable, I don’t have enough fuel for them and I would get easily shot down by
these many people especially with more heading my way. There’s only one option
for me left.
“I’ll never surrender to traitors!”
I say as I take out a syringe and stab myself with it.
This syringe contains materials
from the unknown regions that are supposed to grant me inhuman strength and
toughen my flesh. We took this from the heretics and heathen alliance who were
experimenting with this drug in the unknown regions so they could make super
soldiers to fight us. If we never did anything, then God knows the kinds of monsters
we would’ve been fighting now. This is why we can’t be merciful to those who
refuse mercy. This is why we fight this civil war.
We were supposed to use this
syringe as a last resort especially since we have so few of it and we still don’t
completely understand what it does, however, it’s working well with me as my
muscles and teeth grow along with the rest of my body. I even manage to grow a
pair of wings. To take advantage of my new blessing, I fly up into the air and
use the dust storm to hide myself until I crash down into the group of soldiers
and shredder through them with my bare hands and their own guns. Their guns are
useless against me. My confidence in my invincibility makes me lower my guard
leading me to be injured by a man with a grenade launcher. I’m not badly
injured, but at least I know what can hurt me now.
The man with the grenade launcher
runs out of ammo after I avoid his shots. I tackle him to the ground, and I’m delayed
in killing him when I recognize his face and he seems to recognize me.
“I know you! What did you do to
yourself? This isn’t you-”
Before he can say anything else, I
crush his head with my fist. It doesn’t matter who I was. It only matters who I
am now. It doesn’t even matter that I no longer look human now. I would have
been happy to be born a storm, a mighty explosion, or a hurricane if it pleased
God. If I will be useful to God as a monster, then I am happy to abandon my
humanity. The dust in the air clears as enemy ships from above rain fire from
the sky. Some of their fire hits me so I can’t fly in and out of buildings for
long since most of them are in ruins or leveled to the ground. Since they’re the
only enemy left, I charge upwards yelling out in what is probably the last act
of my life as I fly into a barrage of explosives.
Everything seems to be in slow
motion now as the explosives hit me, but as I die, I see a fleet of thirty allied ships enter the planet’s atmosphere and open fire on the enemy. I can
die happy in this state thankful for this final blessing from God to see my enemy
slaughtered before me. Now, I can only hope to pray against them in Heaven.
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