Standing atop one of the many Walls of her city. the girl stood firm, alone, staring out into the vast array of slums in this sector. The artificial day/night cycle of the cave reaching its magical end. steadily plunging the subterranean city into darkness…. She seemed upset. Tears brimming on the edge of her eyes. She didn’t really want to do what she was about to do….but she felt she have to, to weaken the influence of the void, and maybe continue her path to redemption… And so. to summon the god, an atrocity must be committed. and her city had an overpopulation crisis.. so she figured, she can… ‘deal with’ a big section of soulless, purge a void god, and lessen the crises, all in one move…even if it pained her to think of how she was going to do it. These, whether she got a choice or not, were her people. She ruled over them, and she shared the vacancy of a soul with them… With a gulp, she looks down from the wall, as workers begin to move in through the gates to this portion of the city, they carried Crucifixes, large pillars of wood, with giant ‘X’s strapped to them, to spread the limbs of the intended victim wide… Others carried explosives, and a few, flamethrowers. And then. The gates to this section slam shut. and the procedure was about to begin…
The few with weapons go house to house, forcing everyone onto the main road, where crucifixes were set up, lining the streets. And if they refused to leave their homes, which had mostly been built by themselves, by hand? They were burnt, the buildings set alight, with the occupants inside. Explosives were set up in the larger buildings of the area, the communal houses. And they didn’t even get a chance to flee, because as soon as they were in place, and the demolition crew was out… boom. the building would collapse, crushing a few buildings next to it. Tears begin to slip from the girl’s eyes as she stares at the devastation she is causing to these people…perhaps she really was beginning to change? more emotional, at least. But within hours, which seemed to drag on to days to the little Ten year old Dictator, hundreds, perhaps maybe thousands of crosses were set up. And by now, there were spectators, looking on in horror from behind closed gates as their own kind were unreasonably (at least to them), lined up for execution, being wiped from the face of the underground empire… Drums began to beat, as more ritualistic-dressed people entered the fray, with whips and torches, awaiting to cause a barbed, and burning death, as the chosen began to be nailed into place, Screams flooding the cavern as flesh met wood.
Angry cries call out to the tiny tyrant, as she descends the wall, to stand in the street, lined with the crucified, standing idle, as the drums continue to pound rhythmically, once every second or so, Chants being drowned out by cries of hatred against the Soulless Kaiserin, as she nods her head, signalling to the ritual-masters to begin flogging those upon the crosses, with their barbed whips, flaying large streaks of flesh from their bodies, coating them in their own golden blood.
By now, Alysha’s heartrate was skyrocketing, her tears dropping to the floor, her mind screaming at her to stop her dreadful actions. Stop, she didn’t, instead doubling down, by ordering every building in the district to be set alight, chocking over her own voice as she gave the demand, as the thousands begin to be tortured upon their crosses, in this loosely co-ordinated ritualistic sacrifice.Smoke lines the street where this is happening, and the smell of charred flesh clogs the air, drying her eyes to the point where tears cease to fall, yet her breaths remain shaky, hands quivering as she blinks, holding her eyes shut for a second, as if in regret of this self titled necessary evil.