Interlude
– A Tyrant’s Desires
As I look from my balcony on
Constantinople and the wasteland ahead of me, I reflect on the fruits of my
work. I, Vicar Sylvatic, was crowned Pope of God’s Holy Church, given supreme
authority over the Earth, and now the champion of the new humanity. After the
event of Divine Providence that blew up the technology of the past and mutated
the men of Eastern Europe into ratmen, I knew beyond any doubt that we are
blessed by God. We are many and our bodies allow us to be more intelligent and
stronger than the orcs, men of the southern kingdoms, elves, beastmen of the
Far West, and men of the Asian regions. It is said that our greatest weakness
is our inability to have females and reproduce without forcing other women to
die to bear our children. This is nonsense.
Soon, we will be able to reproduce
without the use of women and the world will rightfully be mine and under the
control of ratmen. Afterward, the world will only be ratmen. It doesn’t matter
if the savages of Bernhard send their armies aided by their hot-headed brothers
in Canis nor does it matter that the men of the Far East have broken through
the barriers we used to keep them from the rest of the world. Above all, it
doesn’t matter that they all are closing in here because God is with me. He has
approved of every action I’ve taken from birth until this moment and made what others
called sins into my virtues.
My forces move to place the final
pieces of my plan into place. Ascariasis, my head researcher, and Ischemic, my general
and experimenter, have sacrificed themselves for my plans and are now bearing fruits
that come alive from their tree-like bodies. From them and many others, the new
humanity will have an endless supply of soldiers and citizens. Looking up at
the barely visible sun in the sky, I pray that God will accomplish my plans and
that the next generation will flourish with me leading it. It is my divine
right after all as Vicar of my church.
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