NationStates Jolt Archive

(this is actually closed to everyone but zukariaa)

Empress Maria walked out to the crowd, the chanting of the Rabbi's of Eternity following behind her. She stood staring at the huge crowd in front of her. It had been almost a week since her father had been shot and killed.

The death guard watched on, they were in the crowds, on the buildings, and surrounded the Empress. Their black figures left even darker shadows as the sun rose in front. It was here to meet the new G-d. Without a hitch it went off. The Rabbi's surrounded her and placed a beautiful crown on top of her head.

As the sun rose, the light penetrated the jewels on the crown. She gave a quick speech. Nothing special that would be remembered for decades or anything before heading to the Imperial City.

She stood watching outside the window as tanks and what not rolled by. To pass through to the Imperial City following the same path as the Emperor's required the young Empress to head through Sector 9, the headquarters of the RLL. The militant organization seeking to kill the royals and replace it with a democracy.

The sound of artillery filled the air like the sound of drums. She watched in the distance as a position that had once glowed with machine gun fire? or just a mirror was destroyed along with the village near it. She felt sickened as she watched an entire village wiped out. There might have been civilians in it or not but still the needless destruction by the ralkovian army was scary.

A empty and parked ralkovian humvee exploded as an RPG hit the stationary vehicle. The sound of the crunch of metal followed by the explosion rang out as her vehicle stopped behind an APC which had now opened fire with its cannon. She stared as a ralkovian soldier screamed in pain on a stretcher.

Another APC painted green and black with the insignia of the death guard rolled by. She watched as it finished boxing in a group of RLL prisoners. She flinched as the sound of gunfire from the death guard on top of the vehicles clackered loudly. She watched in disgust as children from the villages were herded around like cattle.

"Ralkovia needs reform," she said to herself not remembering the aide in the limo who stared at the Empress and asked what she had said. She told her nevermind as a soldier knocked on the driver window and told them that the remaining area was safe.

The driver nodded as the limo took off. The Empress fell asleep in the limo.

7 hours later

Empress Maria woke up as they arrived at the palace immediately she was surrounded by aides and the death guard. She was swarmed into the building as the countless workers stopped and bowed to her before continuing on their way. Immediately she was confronted by the zukariaan representative who had asked her to hand over the death guard and the rapists, she knew that she could simply solve this problem by giving the zukarrians exactly wat they wanted with the exception of the death guard.

She allowed the prisons of Ralkovia to be emptied of murderers, rapists, kidnappers, arsonist, armed robbery, and treason to give to the zukariaans. They would execute the criminals themselves instead of wasting countless dollars on actually killing them 'humanely.'

“ Yes, dear Zukariaa, your Emperor has come through for you! You shall have revenge upon those who have wronged us so terribly in recent weeks; those foul, disgusting creatures in Ralkovia. You will all be pleased to know that they have begun the long operation of transporting tens of thousands of the criminals responsible for the executions of Zukariaan expatriates.”

The crowd erupted in cheer, deafening everything around the base of the Sukares Archas. Hundreds of thousands of people had come to watch what promised to be a once in a lifetime event, something that had not happened under supervision of the government in nearly five centuries; something written into the constitution as an act only available as a total retribution against horrible deeds against Zukariaan life. The Ralkovian response to recent events had given that article its first use.

“Today, my people, we will begin the first religious ceremony of this kind since the 1500s! We will sacrifice every one of these heathen monsters to the High Father! We will let the evil deeds of the Ralkovian nation bleed out of their necks, and I even have the honor of sacrificing, in front of you, the ‘renowned’ Death Guards of the Ralkovian Empire, those creatures that supposedly feel no fear!”

Emperor Conrad was, of course, lying in this statement as Empress Maria of Ralkovia had refused to sign over any members of the Death Guard. However, that had been private and most in Zukariaa were unaware.

“I even had a special honor for the man responsible for the wonderful and justified death of Emperor-Mistress Raskov of Ralkovia. Sacred Band Ypolohios Philisos Heros, the sniper who shot dead the former Emperor and criminal of Ralkovia. He shall wet the first blade in our glorious ceremony, the greatest honor a warrior of the Stratiotes could ask for!”

With that, a massive curtain covering the front entrance of the massive colonnaded temple at the top of the Sucares Archas was moved away revealing the sniper Philisos Heros who had killed Raskov, and a line of some forty men. Each of them bore the insignia of the Death Guard, indicating to the crowd that they were the men who had carried out the organization of the mass brutality against Zukariaan citizens.

The crowd booed rampantly, shaking the ground with the sheer number of deep, rumbling voices.

Heros was handed a ceremonial Makhaira blade, which he raised into the air, the Sun glinting off of it. The crowd cheered this time, and Heros responded, “To the High Father Sucares, the King of all the Gods and master of men, I give these offerings of blood so that we may avenge the evil murder of those who still give love to their master.”

With that, he brought the blade down on the first man’s neck, lobbing it off in a spurt of blood. The man next to him began struggling and looking visibly frightful, totally against the character of what was expected of the Death Guards. Heros sideswiped the man, cutting into the arm and severing it, then continuing into the rip cage. Several inches in, he pulled out, bringing bone and tissue with him. The man began screaming in unbearable agony. Heros ended the torment by bringing it down on the man’s head, cracking the skull and crushing the brain.

The next few dozen he walked in a line with the blade at neck level, cutting them across the throat as he casually walked by them, leaving a row of some 36 men bleeding from the neck. When he was at the last man, who was sedated, he began working meticulously. He was handed a saw to open the skull, which he did. He then placed his blade in the ‘Death Guards’ hand. An aide handed him a small electrical node, which he used to prod at the movement centers of the brain. This caused the man to begin tightening his muscles, with the blade still in his hand. The contractions lead to him stabbing himself repeatedly in the chest and stomach until he fell over and bled to death.

Once the Death Guards were done with, the crowd had been given a simple taste of the festivities. They cheered hysterically (though some thousands left in horror at the sights). Batch after batch of thousands were brought out, each batch being killed off in different creative ways. Some were simply lined up and cutthroat. Some were caught on fire. Some were fed to animals. At one point an elephant was used to impale and crush several hundred. People in the crowd were given javelins to toss at the defenseless victims, or bolt-action rifles to see who could get a head shot first. One group of hundred was bludgeoned to death with hammers, one with axes. The largest group was of two thousand, and these were mowed down by an MGM2 emplacement. The survivors were picked off by lucky crowd members with rifles.

And that was the whole joy of the Zukariaan mass sacrifice; it did not matter how you killed the sacrifice, so long as the blood flowed freely and the bodies were burned in the name of the God you were sacrificing to. The blood of ten thousand people is immense, and it flowed down the steps of the Sucares Archas like a river at points, down to the streets where it cleaned the gutters like rain water (down here it was being cleaned up, because blood is quite unhealthy).

The festivities went on for hours until ten thousand had been killed. Their bodies had been piled up for the entire day within the colonnaded halls of the Sucares Archas temple, at the base of the massive 20 story golden statue of Sucares, the King of the Gods. Here a massive bonfire of human flesh was lit, burning all the remains of the mass of dead humanity. This was the greatest insult to the Zukariaan faith; a body burned or decayed to the point that it disappeared did not free its spirit to go to the after life. It simply vanished. Tens of thousands were lost from existence in the name of the King of Gods.

And it was only the first day, and the first ten thousand. For the festivities had just begun. Ten thousand would be killed every day until one million Ralkovians no longer existed, and then, perhaps, the King of Gods would be pleased.