Khan watched as his men sealed the doors and windows of the church. The unclean they had imprisoned inside were yelling, banging on the doors, and trying to break the windows. His young protégé was still under the influence of the Diandra root powder he had given him hours ago. His eyes looked empty and just stared off into nothingness.
“Don’t worry Jeremiah. The drug will wear off soon. For now, it will make you susceptible to my commands. I will continue to give you the powder for the next few months. When you’re ready, I’ll wean you off the drug. Your programming will be complete and your loyalty will belong to the Brotherhood.”
He looked over the immense crowd at the base of the steps to the makeshift stage waiting for the Cleansing.
“Look at them Jeremiah. Every city I visit is identical. The people want an end to their suffering and they want to build a new future but more importantly, they want someone to blame. That’s what I give them and that is why they love me. My army is growing stronger every day. Soon we will be ready for the next phase, but first we must continue the Great Purge. The DNA-targeted viruses we launched around the globe were not one hundred percent effective. Less than one-half of one percent of the targeted populace survived. The barbarian DNA is stronger than we believed. Nevertheless, we foresaw that a few would survive. The Purge will take six more months than we expected.”
“Brothers!” His voice echoed out over the crowd. “Another cleansing is upon us!” His followers filled the streets around the church building. Their shouts filled the air. “KHAN! KHAN! KHAN!” He could feel their excitement; their fear; their blood lust. Every voice building to a great crescendo of destiny – His destiny.
“Fourteen years ago we began a great campaign to take back our destiny! For too long you suffered at the hands of those who saw themselves as your betters and your masters. This once great nation of the United States fell victim to the decadence and depravity of its great wealth and power. They lorded themselves over the other nations of the world and saw themselves as their betters. Destruction and ruin came with their imperial ideologies. They destroyed the environment in their pursuit of more and more resources. Their gluttony destroyed our world. NOT ANYMORE!! We rise from the ashes of the old and create a new world! Now you are the masters of yourselves and this great land. All you see before you is yours!”
He stopped for a moment and watched the crowd.
“KHAN! KHAN! KHAN!” Their shouts filled him with power.
He looked down at the young boy by his side. “Look at them Jeremiah. They are nearly ready. A little more coaxing and they will tear apart their own mothers if I ask. This is true power.”
He took a deep breath and continued his speech. “There are no more corrupt masters. Purged and betrayed by their own DNA. Yet, their tainted genes persist. They did not escape it unmarked! We now know them by the scars they carry. We can now distinguish between them and the rest of us. No longer can they hide. No longer can they run. You have a solemn mandate by your creator to cleanse this land and the world of these corrupt creatures and to rid yourselves of their influence! Only the divine DNA! Only those of the great KHAN shall endure! Only the pure! BROTHERHOOD! PURITY! UNITY!”
The crowd returned the doxology “BROTHERHOOD! PURITY! UNITY!”
Now they are ready.
Stay Tuned Next Week for Part 9: The Cleansing