'One man. one mind, one mandate....'
A Modern Global Format: (MGF)
Heinus quivered slightly, but not from an atmospheric cold. He would not feel a thing, even if the arctic region burst its way right into the crypt. Nor would he tremble, if blocks of ice were to cascade on him. Nonetheless, this particular situation discomfited him. As much in that moment, as it always did. Just like a frigid blast, could not quench the internal burning of rage and condemnation in him. No amount of familiarity and practice, ever prepared him for the ominous entrance of his lord and master.
The ‘fly-lord’s quick and confident stride, immediately placed him in front of the great mirror. Considering the distance, between the only doorway and the mirror. The baleful leader’s sudden appearance, was like the shot of a bullet. With him being the bullet of course. He glided between territorial realms, without stepping. Swiftly moving, with the surety that his dark and cunning nature accorded. The flame on the candle at the doorway, sputtered silently as it swayed dangerously low. Before it shimmied its way back up to a dim glow. The air in the fiery coven got denser and blacker. Just as if darkness had been introduced for the first time.
“What seems to be the problem? Why should you a monitor, manipulator and destroyer. Be in a state of panic?” The ‘fly-lord’ bombarded the head monitor impatiently. The monitor had signaled a distress call earlier and his master expected nothing less than a consuming calamity.
“It is the girl again,” started Heinus. Feeling cornered and uncomfortably subdued, as he spoke.
“What is it now? What could that wench be possibly up to now? For what purpose, must my anger be wasted?”
“Well my lord,” began Heinus still unnerved. “It is not all in the present, as it is a blimp sighted in a future plot. As you had asked us to have fiendish human agents and implants accosting and impeding her along the way.” The first monitor turned his frame, slightly towards the great mirror. The ‘fly-lord’s draining glare, was causing him to lose track of his report. An environmental and occupation hazard, that was meshed with his hopeless fate. However, he continued with the accounts of his findings.
“We have succeeded in noting her ascribed light or at least a version of it with careful and tedious observation. We have also labelled it for our easy recognition and reference in the days ahead. This has been a great achievement for the coven, because….”
“Enough of the self-accolades!” Bellowed the ‘fly-lord’. "All the admiration and glory goes to me alone. Do I have to remind you again?!”
“No my lord, I just meant to say that….”
“Get on with the part, that has the reason for which I am here.”
“Certainly my lord.” Heinus struggled to speak after the deflation, that he had just experienced.
Indeed, he was expecting some form of acknowledgement and/or encouragement, from his master. He knew that his lord's hatred for the girl, was perfect. But since that secret craving of praise, had come to no avail. And his master’s gaze was now transfixed, on the great mirror in anticipation. The head monitor, continued with his narrative. “In a very important scenario, that we tapped into. Though we are still unable to decipher, its full meaning. She and a few like her, break out of our 'motive-concealed' confinement. And that very action, proceeds to lighten up the whole territory involved. Sought of making a way, for many more to break away also.”
“So, the wench has been used by my Enemy, to spear-head a rebellion.” The ‘fly-lord’ seemed bored, as he expressed his anger. “Is that still news to you? Why do you think, we are running against time here? You already have all the information you need to harass, hinder and then hole-up her up. Except of course for the boundaries set by the Enemy. We really cannot break or side-step that, as we carry out our mission. You are also aware that she is surrounded and guarded. So what exactly seems to have tripped you? What has triggered this grand display of incompetency and why must I waste my time watching it?”
“My lord,” began the monitor tentatively. "We did try to harass and hinder. But the light unflinchingly drowned our agents and some of us. Then we tried to hole her up. But the shine still broke through undaunted. Pulling with it even more subjects. A huge crowd so to speak.” Heinus checked to see how close he was, to the exit and waited. He had to be prepared to evacuate himself, should the need arise at the moment.
“A huge crowd you say?” The ‘fly-lord’ seemed suddenly awakened and alert. Gearing up it appeared, for an unforeseen involvement. One child was straddling, the nerve he never had. But to tolerate an emerging crowd?
“Yes my lord, they were a multitude. Rising free and advancing bold. And there she was, lit up like a bulb of sunlight. Shining like an insurmountable beam.” Heinus snorted in disgust. “If the hoodlums had advanced boldly. Then somehow, we had and will still lose control.” The dark lord countered. His tone defiant in unacceptability. “We cannot let that happen. We are the control that we have and the bondage that we must exert. That is the only way we can function and thrive. And that is the only way we can attempt to be relevant.”
Heinus nodded at his master’s loud assertion, before asking; “What do you suggest we do? Her visibility made it impossible to launch an open, obvious and discriminatory attack.” “Indeed, an open attack, obvious rejection and institutional hindrance would expose our cause and intent. Thereby limiting our needed influence and support. We cannot and must not lose control of the masses. Or else, all our mind numbing, altering and reprogramming projects would have been in vain. This is exactly why we cannot allow the rise or the advancement of such free and cognizant subjects like her.”
The dark lord paused and lowered his head. As if he was processing his thoughts and next utterance. Heinus waited patiently and in anticipation.
“We must prepare to subtly reject and block her progress. And where necessary, feign ignorance at her input and impact. Even though we must borrow from such ingenuity.”
“How so my lord?” Ventured Heinus seriously. Careful not to sound doubtful or cynical.
“Firstly, there is a need for crowd control. At least until they are all 'zombified and eventually destroyed. Secondly, in every territory, industry, field or arena. We must limit the slot for progression and placement. We will then fill it with whomever we are comfortable and collaborative with. That is a person or persons, that would easily be molded. And without question or chance of challenge, conform to our plans and mission. Persons that will have no choice but to promote our wiles, because we have heavily aided and promoted them.”
“And if the people or the rest of the people, claim they are not moving ahead for lack of opportunities. And for our purposefully limited slots. How do we handle that?” The monitor was deep, into the ongoing lesson plan.
“We tell or remind them. That they already have one or two or maybe three of their own for that matter, to represent them. This we must constantly do for appeasement and temporary distraction. The reminder that is. Especially every time there arises another worthy candidate. Then we must go ahead and lavish our chosen representative with unending praise and attention. This we will do, for the purposes of drowning out any more requests, demands or calls for recognition. One or two fishes from every school should be enough.”
“Very well my lord.” Submitted a very driven and determined Heinus, as he bowed and then walked out of the crypt.
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