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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