《Re:Hammer - The Hammering》Chapter 32
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The crowd burst in through the doors, the guards were shocked and raised their guns, a few in the ground had weapons of their own that were a hair's bredth from firing off. This was going to be a massacre. A massacre of her people. Of her flock. It didn't matter that the human cesspool formally known as Master - she didn't even know his name - had been behind the creation of the deception known as the Holy Mother and the cult that followed her. It was hers now, and she was not going to let anyone mess with it, not even her own people. So with an explosion of light, and the onrushing glory of her majesty, Saint Emia burst into the scene.
"Enough! There has been enough blood, and I shall not allow my children to fight among themselves any longer!" her furious voice shuddered through the palace, cutting through the screaming cacophany and silencing everyone. After a few moments of staring everyone down, she returned to her normal form and exhailed.
"We need to work together. The days will be long and ardueous as we reach out to all our brothers and sisters in the Underhive and prepare them for ascend to the world above. The Word of the Mother must be spread to all, that hearts might be mended and minds soothed. And we can not do this, fighting among ourselves! We need to be together, as one"
Her speech finished, she looked around at the people standing. No longer in a light, elegant and refined tone, she spoke with harsh realism, like a stern mother berrating her children. And then, finally, she seemed to deflate somewhat.
"Now. I am going to bed. Do not kill each other, and I will be out in the morning to talk about going forward now that he-" she'd point to the mess of flesh that was once the Master "-has met his final judgement" and with that, she swept out of the room, and to her bedroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she'd take off her clothes and hiss sharply at the sight.
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Battered and bruised, she was covered with welts, marks and burns from the Master's games. It was a terrible sight. She'd have to get up early and dress before anyone saw her like this. Maybe in the morning her faith could be restored enough that she could use some on healing herself. The months had been cruel to her supply, between everything the Master did to her, and everything she did to her flock. With that in mind, she got under the covers, laid down, and went to sleep. Passing out in a heartbeat and being dragged under to a long, long overdue slumber.
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