TorquemadaA Story by TwilightThis short story is set in outer space. Not at any specific point in time. The inspiration for this piece seemed to come out of nowhere! It took about thirty minutes to write. Well, more or less.
He is the bringer of death and destruction to the outer worlds. A torquemada punishes those who have offended the greater gods in some way. He seeks to exterminate any race within his sphere of influence, which poses a threat to another breed. A torquemada deals in death. He knows no mercy. Nor does he have any appreciation of the true meaning of fear.
Those who suffer a torquemada's wrath are soon no more. In stature he is mighty. Almost invincible in combat, by foul means or fair. A crimson shroud is the first feature noticed by most of his victims. He wears it with pride, this being the standard garment for a torqeumada. Why red, you might wonder? Crimson is the colour of blood and traditionally worn by minions of the greater gods.
Looks into his eyes at your peril. Gaze too long at this mighty wraith, and you shall live no more on any world under his thraldom. One word out of place, and it could be your last.
It was on the planet Caros in the Carilliorn solar system, where a breed of Kladonites had been troublesome to the greater gods for quite some time. They showed no respect for their heavenly fathers, and lived lives of decadence whilst giving far too little in return. When the torquemada struck their capital city, it was as sudden as it was merciless.
Women and children were not spared. Neither the weak nor the old could flee in time to escape their doom. All too late, their elder priests regretted that they had not been making regular sacrifices to the greater gods. Instead, they had become used to the worship of mere idols. But no more.
As the torquemada swept into the city streets, people scattered in their bestial terror. Windows shattered and a strong wind blew along the streets. Torquemada slew the soldiers first, followed by the weak and the old. Never before had the greater gods been so angered with such a hedonistic breed. And it was the torquemada's task to show this to devastating effect, as a harsh but fair warning to others.
His massive cloak was large enough to propel the mighty wind more strongly still. Dark clouds were created throughout the city. Many were blinded as this dust struck their eyes. Never would they have another chance to worship mere idols or practise pagan beliefs. In the maelstrom, flying debris from the collapsed buildings flew like knives at the citizens. Glass fragments reflected what remained of the dwindling sunlight, as they tore into the throats of the hapless kindred. Perhaps, this was the worst havoc brought about by a torquemada so far?
But what were the motives for this torquemada? Did he seek money or favours from the greater gods? But no. It was none of these. He simply knew no other way of existence. Always, it had been this way for the torquemada and always will it be. After all, the greater gods will always have need of the mighty torquemada, who can never die or lie. Nor do they suffer from vanity, or show pity for their victims.
And so, in the far reaches of space and time, a torquemada lies waiting to this day. But fear not the wrath of these unholy wraiths, so long as you share a simple and honest life with your kin. Worship the greater gods or suffer at their hands. The choice is yours, mere mortals...... © 2024 TwilightAuthor's Note
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Added on October 17, 2008Last Updated on October 29, 2024 AuthorTwilightBelper, Derbyshire, United KingdomAboutMy first name is Julian. I'm a white male, straight, English and 51 years old. My email address is [email protected]. Writing is just an interest to me. My favourite writers include H. P.. more..Writing
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