Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26178112-20151020050347

'Therakiel sat in terror as he heard the gunshots, and the screams of his family as they were gunned down one by one. A tear ran down his eye as he saw his older brother fall wounded and dying right next to him, a look of horror and betrayal. With his final breath he looked him in the eye.. Then the expression of horror turned to a blank, dead stare... he just witnessed the death of his entire family, but why? They had a good meal or a good nights rest for months because of this wretched war. So one by one they realized just who was causing all of this, this pain, this suffering.'

The emperor...

'It was his father first who went before the inquisitor and questioned his god-emperor.. He was burned alive before the entire refugee haven.. Then his mother, who yelled out a enraged challenge to a commisar, and was hacked down with a cutlass.. Now finally his brother.. But he never asked, the inquisiton knew. With one heretic means more, and he and therakiel were the only close enough connections. His older brother told him to hide when the shack door was bashed down, and thats what he did. From that day forward Therakiel had a knew obsession..'

'the fall of the empire and its foul inquisition... But what weapons did he have? The truth was that he had none, all he had was his fists, which would not even scrape the thick, illustrious armor of the inquisitors and their guards. '

'That was when he heard preaching and chanting from an alleyway.. Of course any citizen of the empire would know its source, especially in a desolate, destroyed encampment like this.. chaos.. Then a realization came to therakiel.. What he was hearing was his only key to vengeance. So he approached the cultists as if they were normal men.. And showed no fear.' 