Sunday, 18 October 2015

Politically Unmotivated



Grand High General Commander Jafadi strode into his private bathing chamber, letting the bluster of the role of Supreme Ruler slowly leave him as he removed his stupidly ostentatious dress uniform. The clinking of medals hitting the tiles allowed the assassin to sneak up on him, the first he knew of his impeding death was the knife against his throat.

The Ruler didn’t panic.

“If I die, the entire region will descend into chaos, dragging the world into war. Do you-“

The assassin snorted.

“You killed my beloved twenty-five years ago today. The world can go hang.”

The murderer sliced.

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