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THE INTERROGATION: DARK DESIRES CHAPTER 3

  His head throbbed and his neck was stiff as he regained consciousness. He couldn’t see anything but he could tell there was a blindfold tied around his head. He made a loud mumbling sound as he tried to speak. The pain around his mouth as he tried to force it open told him the duct tape was secure. “Oh good. You’re awake finally. I guess that cabinet was heavier than I had thought.” The voice was soft and feminine. She sounded young as well. Late teens he suspected. The weight of her footsteps indicated that she was heavy set or wearing heavy boots. The thud of her steps got louder.  He could feel the ground below him vibrate with intensity as she approached him. In a moment of searing pain the tape came away from his flesh. He sucked in as much of the warm air as he could in a gasp for oxygen and pain. His back ached from his neck down and he couldn’t feel his left leg. The temperature of the air was only surprising in that it had been early mid morning when he entered the barn. Thi

 

Title image for 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story.

The walls rattled and shook at the sound of the battle raging outside. Genine hugged her children close in a protective embrace as she softly sang to the heavens. Her only request was that her children see tomorrow. And the day after. And many more beyond that.

The sound of her voice was soothing to the children’s ears. She hummed the lullabies passed down through generations of lineage. Her family had struggled before and they would struggle again.

The gods battled beyond her view but the effects of their struggle were obvious. Rain fell from the skies filling the channels along the edge of the roadways. They spilled onto the well worn pathways that evacuees had used to escape the shore.


Quotation from 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story. "The gods battled beyond her view but the effects of their struggle were obvious. Rain fell from the skies filling the channels along the edge of the roadways. They spilled onto the well worn pathways that evacuees had used to escape the shore."

Genine knew from past experience that the war of the gods had profound effects on the lives of the mortals. Effects that could take away all they had worked for. It was the very reason that the emperor’s palace stood far from the beautiful coast. So much could disappear in a moment.

No one knew the reason for the god's war. Most modern thinkers agreed that it was a battle waged since time began. There likely weren’t enough years in any one man’s life to understand. The destruction was a fact of life.

There were philosophers that believed humans could influence the outcome. Others argued that it was a matter of the heavens. Their battlefield moved as the tide of war swayed. But destruction was irrespective of the possessions of mortals.

Quotation from the 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story. "There were philosophers that believed humans could influence the outcome. Others argued that it was a matter of the heavens. Their battlefield moved as the tide of war swayed. But destruction was irrespective of the possessions of mortals."


Genine was a young mother when the battle had moved closer to her home than it ever had before. She had seen the war from a distance when she was a child. A distance exaggerated by her age and size. Or was possibly a greater distance than existed currently.

Either way, Genine knew one thing above all else. The distance was not great enough now. Anything short of victory by one side or the other would not guarantee a long life for her children. She had enjoyed her years, and hoped she would have many more. But her children had more years ahead of them than behind.

Quotation from the 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story. "The distance was not great enough now. Anything short of victory by one side or the other would not guarantee a long life for her children. She had enjoyed her years, and hoped she would have many more. But her children had more years ahead of them than behind."


There was much she could not control. Invisible death that descended on her home or the wars of men brought to her doorstep could cause her loss. The one thing she could do is pressure the leaders of this great civilization to force change.

Change through action. Change through appeasement. Change so that the gods’ war would no longer involve the humans that had no part in the altercation. Change because she could no longer stand idle as her visions of the future faded away.

Quotation from the 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story. "She loved her children and held them tight. She sang her song to heaven’s delight. A simple request was all she asked. If morning arrived they would be alright."


She loved her children and held them tight. She sang her song to heaven’s delight. A simple request was all she asked. If morning arrived they would be alright.

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