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"UNDER CONSTRUCTION" |
Universe 7.07D,21A,85F-FDVO, 96.3 UAT[]
"Illah!" a priest chanted. Standing atop a fallen obelisk, it was hard to tell he served as a religious official. Adorned with a turban, a bullet-proof camouflage vest, robes, and combat boots, he seemed like some freaky mash-up, like "pastor meets trooper".
The crowd, a hodge-podge assembly of turban bearing men in rags of uniforms chanted back "Illah!", waving guns in the air. They cheered like teen girls at a boy band concert, fanatically yelling as if to put emphasis on their cause.
"Terrorists," I thought.
I decided to pay them no mind. They were not the reason I was here. I was here for a much more important reason. I was searching for something, little more than a rumor albeit.
The ranting of the terrorists continued to grow louder to the point where they were being truly obnoxious. Despite not generally caring about other people, they definitely got on my nerves. If they got too out of hand, I didn't know if I could stop myself. I had the urge to kill them all.
Suddenly, I saw it. A flash of gold in the sand. To my knowledge, it could be anything, perhaps a small coin from times long ago. But I needed this to be it. And it was.
I stooped over in the sand above the spot. A small, golden oil lamp lay half buried in the sand before me.
"So the rumors were true," I thought. Gently, I bent down and picked up the artifact. It felt cold, a huge contrast to the desert sands in the heat of the day. A weak buzzing could be felt from within it, randomly pulsing in some angry vibration. Yes, this was it.
This was the god.
Lightly, I brushed dust off of the lamp, the famous ancient ritual for summoning genies and djinns from their sealing containers. But this was no mere wishmaker. From deep within, an erratic beat began to pulse from the lamp, as if it were coming to life with the heartbeat of a metal band. The cold feeling that the lamp produced began to gradually warm up, before diving into a hurricane of pulsating temperatures. Bright, seizure inducing rays burst forth from the lamp, causing the jihadists behind Canon to stop their sermon and turn toward the lamp.
The sounds of harsh, childlike, demonic laughter seeped out and surrounded everything as if it was filling a room. Finally, a dark, chaotic aura enveloped the lamp, quickly spreading and covering everything in sight, before receding as the lamp floated into the air, glowing, and bursting with a shatter.
A short figure appeared hovering behind the cover of purple smoke.