"It is an abomination for kings to commit wicked acts."
AT A PLACE OF TERRITORIAL LOCK DOWN; 'Enter Stage Left'
There is a turmoil, a disturbance the theater rocks ever so slightly. The kind old man is bothered by the ruckus and therefore naturally vulnerable. Now that sets the stage for the worlds most unsuspected conman with a witch as a partner. Their homework is done, the ground work has been laid and the prey is on their radar. Their plans are as lofty and as wide as the distance between a sheep trough and a sky scraper. Their master as sly and slippery as his serpentine nature heralds. He has unscrupulously equipped them. They set the ideal trap. They are ready with the perfectly spun and tailored tale. Their looks; fit the humble and gentle farmland catalog. The game has indeed begun....
How to take over stolen empire: First tactic for secretly and systematically gaining and ruling territory. Gradually Eliminate the dedicated characters that will easily identify a counterfeit. Then infiltrate the region with like minded hoaxers that will unreservedly be loyal to and comply with treason. For good measure and to avoid detection, leave spots of original and dedicated characters as residues that will likely not rock the boat.
The GREAT KING makes HIS move also. It does not seem like much, in fact it is quite laughable and absurd. But it is the Sovereign move of a CONTROLLER, an All-knowing and All-powerful KING. A girl walks in with a scrap of paper. On it is an address given her by her daddy. She has no prior knowledge or expectations. She is just following through with her daddy's unsuspecting suggestion. Her boots are wet from the pouring rain outside. She is a tad bit irritated and contemplates going back to her upper-east side apartment to change. But instead she goes all the way to the back of the theater's balcony and sits down.
No sooner has she sat down, than the kind old man walks up to the microphone. As he begins to speak, the girl hears THE VOICE say: "Your mission should you choose to accept it..."
Fast Forward: The con-artist glares at the girl with un-concealable anger and disdain from his lofty seat. His partner and personal witch along with subsequent others, have confirmed that she might be the predicted glitch in this operation. There will be two ways to eliminate this threat. Either by character assassination, intimidation or seduction. The girl glares right back at the obvious hatred and challenge. She does not know how it will play out, or how ugly and deadly it will get. But she knows WHOM she knows. Non of the elimination process aimed at her would eventually turn out successful. The game continues....
CONTROL CENTER VERSUS EVIL DUNGEON:
Garib the six-winged creature wiped his brow and placed it right back on his forehead. In the GREAT KING's domain, things got fixed all the time. The battle with the deformed and hideous beasts from down below had been very fierce. But thanks to THE GREAT KING, they (Garib's team) had out numbered the fiendish grizzlies by a ratio of 2:1. Also, it was such a relief when Machi stepped in with timeless and unconquered valor. Machi's supernatural brawn was second only to The GREAT KING's words. He rarely had to show up, except in the most cutthroat of battles. But when The GREAT KING dispatched him (Machi), the duel was just as good as done in the favor of 'Team Good'.
The savages huddled together as each selfishly fought for a replacement limb or organ. These had been the casualties of a very severe warfare. Though they had warred with ferocious and unrelenting vehemence, the outcome for them was still severely debilitating. Like the swinging tail of a headless snake, they fought with the knowledge that they would eventually loose. Now hopelessly back in their abode, was the stark reality that there was no do-overs, amendments, second chances or healing. Everything lost would never be regained. As they desperately gnawed at each other and scrambled for the loose parts floating around them, only one phrase dominated their depraved minds; 'survival of the most vicious and duplicitous'.
Lucer winced in pain and annoyance. Not from a constricted blood vessel or torn ligaments, as he lacked both. His thick, well guarded and mountain-high pride had taken a stunning blow. The girl had called for help. As Garib responded, he (Lucer) dispatched a legion to obstruct and interfere. What ensued afterward was too humiliating for even his blush-less scales to revisit. After decades of master-minding heartless schemes, hatching unethical plans and concocting vile scenarios. The Undisputed CONTROLLER had slipped right by him again. Like the smooth, unrestricted and unsuspecting move of the wind. While he (Lucer) had chosen two candidates with naturally receptive resumes. The presumably right pedigree, the expected majority, the believable credentials and the well crafted arsenals. HIS MAJESTY would use the least likely candidate....
Just like thousand of years ago on that hill, The KING's move again left him (Lucer) befuddled and discombobulated. It was beginning to look like the 'hokey pokey' was not what it was all about after all. He could resign in frustration now. But his pride would not have it. So the game continued....
IN THE LAND OF DREAMS AND STRANGE HAPPENINGS:
The hirelings are buying, selling, playing and wailing. It is business as usual. When all is said and done; this is the way they have always done it and this is the way they will always do it. They have been greatly rewarded for their duplicity in the past. And they expect more in the future. So they think....
The kind old man is walking slowly down the office hallway, he seems crest fallen. He is carrying a box with his belongings. It is almost as if his job has been terminated. But how does one get terminated from what they judiciously, sacrificially and lovingly built from scratch.
As he keeps walking down the hallway, there are others watching. There are actually some who have been human catalysts to this accelerated exodus. Those that he has shown tremendous kindness. He gave them a chance when no one else would. But their hearts are not like his. They really do not believe like he does, they just wanted the resources. Now they see him weighed down with sorrow, and they look the other way. They wail loudly to silence their guilty conscience and evil participation. They are beguiled by the life the serpent promises through his conman.
Now due to their enabling and concealment, they also have a legacy of innocent blood on their hands. A legacy that must speak like a brother and cry like the 'fifth seal'. A legacy that would always hunt their endeavors in life. A legacy that will revisit....
'Karma' is once again about to make her ruthless rounds!
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