Raps of the Christopherian Realm #22 (A Sci-Fi Rap, Continued…)

There she floated
Four meters in the air
Thea fixed Chris with
A heartless stare
He closed the doors
With a rush of air
It stunned him even now
How Thea was so fair
Like something of
Children’s nightmares
A regal gown of purple
Cloaked her right there…
And so the air was still
“Leave my people alone.
Do with me what you will,”
Chris said,
“This corruption ends here!
We were meant to live
In freedom, not in fear!”
Thea was passive,
Then she laughed at him–
With so much contempt
It meant she wasn’t mad at him
And then she stared as if
To see through him
Imagining the horrible things
That she would do to him
Then she spoke to him, one word,
“Power.
That’s what you held
In your ivory tower.
Stood idly by
Like a coward
While your people were slain
By the tens and the thousands.
And so much have you
Withheld from us
That it’s a miracle you ever
Gained anyone’s trust.
And it was Christoph
Who delivered us
He showed in an instant
That his power was unlimited.
Yet you also partake
In the infinite,
Keeping us so foolishly
Indebted like a usury.
But now I see
Your true interest:
You wanted us to take a knee
Bow to you in slavery.
And what would you have done
If we refused?
Leave to be slaughtered
Like Lionia, our father?
Well, now, your power
Is rendered useless.
I suppose it always was–
That’s what the truth is.
We’re only objects for you
To control
What a great reflection
It reveals of your soul!
And now our people have
A true leader.
I, Empress Thea,
Now rule the Planet C of
This Realm of yours.
All the stories
You would tell before
Now I know the lies
That you boldly must have held before
All those pawns
The fathers and the sons
The women and the girls
In your fort, holding guns.
The only thing, then
Between them and me,
And the full creation of
The new Thean Entity,
Is you,
And there’s nothing you can do.
You are weakened from before
And I’m here to put an end to you.”

And then a sword appeared
Chris was afraid
For the sword he beheld
Was the Unholy Blade
The only weapon
That could ever kill him
And only ever wielded
By Christoph, the villain
“Impossible. Christoph would
Trust no one
With the blade of my bane–
No one, I mean, no one.”
He drew back
And sat in his confusion,
Stood, gained his will,
“Christoph will need a new one!
So if it’s war you seek,
I’ll bring war!
To the death, then!
Your reign is no more!”

And so he took off
And hit her really hard
At the speed of thought
With the power of a god
But she absorbed it
As if it was annoying
Backhanded Chris
With the force of a destroyer
He slammed hard to the ground
Made a crater
Thea was there peeling his skin
Off by layers
Picked him up
With some telekinesis
And Chris was so defeated
And too weak for pleading
She balled up her fists
And gave him a beating
Grabbed him by the throat
And slammed him into Fort GHOAT
He coughed up some blood
She slammed him thirty times more
Now he was whimpering
Like a broken infant
The sorrow in his eyes
Was a plea for her to end it
She let him down
He crumpled to the ground
And aside from the stirring of wind
There was no sound
And now Chris crawled
To his knees
His bloody hand trembled
From his ripped up sleeve
And the Unholy Blade
Reached his hand
Thea saw him call it to himself
Didn’t understand
Until she saw the glint of the blade
As slowly Christopher turned it
In his own way
His hand burned
For death he still yearned
“Everyone dies,” he said,
“Now it’s my turn.
This is it.
My life is forfeit.
It was never my right
To rule–I’m clearly unfit.
And twice I tried
In all my stubborn pride
All I ever managed to do
Is by the wayside.
And with this blade,
History can be fixed
If I perish here
It will end the contest.
The war is over, Christoph–
I’m done.
Wherever you are, old friend,
It seems you’ve won.”
And so the Realm would be
Plunged into darkness
As the last hope alive
Would die, brokenhearted…

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