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“Millions lost lives in the holy wars, you
know that. Why didn’t God intervene and reveal to the people which
of the many religions warring against each other was his and true?
Lives were lost in his name. Folks killed each other in his name.
Does he like it when people destroy each other in his name? Maybe
the religions that you believers believe in and fight very hard to
convert and force us into were created by the devil himself to
deceive us into destroying each other. Why do they have to be
forced unto people? Their Gods appear to be very jealous and not
sure about their status. I mean, if I were God I wouldn’t give a
damn whether Xerla believed in me or not, I wouldn’t waste my
immeasurable God time and care on such trivial matters,
because
I would be God!
When bored and without an idea of what to do
with my heavenly, awesome god-powers and time I would hunt the
devil down instead, catch him and eliminate him so he wouldn’t
cause my ‘beloved’ subjects any harm. In fact, I wouldn’t have
created the devil in the first place because my all seeing eye
would have looked into the future and foreseen his rebellion.”

What caught her eyes earlier stood towering
ahead of them. She could see it clearly thanks to her ship’s
powerful searchlights. It was a very tall structure. One of the
very few buildings still standing among the ruins she saw by far.
Xerla wasn’t the type to be fascinated by buildings and
architectural constructions, but this structure was different. It
was a marvel. Elegant and sophisticated, yet simple.

“Wow - check that structure out!” Xerla
exclaimed. Mesmerized by one building that stood towering over
other ruins like a circumcised penis. Erect and massive.

“I disagree with all the crap you’ve been
blabbering about, except the remark you just made about that alien
structure below. I’m absolutely in agreement with you there, the
building is astonishing. This planet’s people truly had excellent
tastes in their construction and architecture. The structure rivals
Ekcyr’s best skyscrapers.” Kocz paused then added. “Was it not you
who said we should head back to the carrier?”

“Now now, don’t get too excited already.
Just because I acknowledged the beauty of one structure does not
mean I changed my mind. I’m still going back. Ninety five miles
further and I‘ll be going back to The Maztica.”

“Come on. Don’t you want to see more awesome
stuff like that building?” Kocz tried to trick her. They were
already past the tall building and still continuing southwards
exploring the dead planet in the night.

“No thank you. Can’t wait to be back aboard
The Maztica.” Xerla replied.

The Maztica
, an enormously large
military plasma vessel the size of a small city, about four miles
in length, and with more than eight thousand Ekcyrien soldiers
onboard, had just arrived in this section of space a few hours
past, and was now travelling with matching velocities parallel to
the spinning planet, slowly advancing into Eskadet’s inner
space.

The lost planet was detected just a few
weeks back after it drifted into Eskadet, a star system at the
outer edges of the Hycn galaxy. Eskadet had more than thirty-five
suns and over twenty-nine different alien races residing there, of
which Ekcyriens were the most advanced and a superior. The Ekcyrien
army was here to blow the wandering planet into a gazillion bits
before it could wreak havoc on Eskadet.

Zcadec Nazzzuuh
, commander of the
huge military carrier vessel, had declared that the soldiers should
rest. They would start drilling to the planet’s core to blow it in
three days. There was no hurry he said. Xerla Crpye thought
differently. She wished time would pass by quickly so that her
three-day stay out here would come to an end. She had about four
hours here only but she couldn’t wait to return home. She resented
it out here. If it were by her, at this precise moment she would be
in Tyrlia - the capital of Ekcyr, clubbing and partying. Having
fun. However, here she was thousands of miles far from home, tired
and sleepy, accompanying Kocz on a boring aerial night tour of a
lost planet they were about to destroy. Why the planet decided to
invade their space during the time she was on duty she wondered, it
could have waited at least five more days.

It wasn’t enough.

Cede needed time. Unfortunately for him, the
Ekcyrien military
had just arrived on the planet several
hours past, which meant he now had to tread delicately even though
his younger brother and commander aboard the Ekcyrien
military vessel did assure him he need not worry; he
would look out for him like always. That is why unlike all space
pirates who left the planet when it was broadcasted in the news two
days ago that the Ekcyrien military was on its way here to blast
the wandering planet to smithereens, he remained behind. He had his
brother to look out for him.

Cede wasn’t a pirate, but like one he was
out here on the spinning planet looking for treasures. The irony
was very amusing even to Cede Nazzzuuh himself. He had tried many
many times before to visualize himself as a space pirate but no
matter how hard he tried he could not force his mind to conjure an
image of himself in a small, gloomy and tattered old pirate
ship.

Not him.

He couldn’t be a filthy pirate scum even if
he willed it. God himself would not allow it; he created him for
bigger and better things. If he dared be a pirate, the skies would
fall.

His thoughts wandered off to his brother
aboard the
Maztica
again. Zcadec told him not to contact him
out here but Cede had to. He had to ask for an extra day to top the
three days Zcadec had already secured him. He had a feeling that
the lost planet had many treasures in waiting for him to discover.
It was going to contribute a lot to his private museum.

Cede collected artworks and tons of other
various objects. He enjoyed collecting stuff. It made him happy –
besides, he had nothing important to do.

He took out his
telzomh,
a sleek
handheld mobile touch device used to make data transfers, video and
audio calls, and typed a quick short text message to his brother
then put the device away. Immediately after, he reached for the
touch TV remote lying on the small glass table in front of him and
pressed a button. The large 3D screen mounted on the wall to the
far side of the room came to life. A high definition image of a
beautiful twentyish looking young woman filled the screen. The
slender babe on the screen was at least five feet tall with a very
smooth reddish-brown skin so perfect it looked like that of a doll.
She had slightly large virescent eyes with incredibly long
eyelashes. Her abundant silky hair, dark green in color and almost
reaching to her waist, dangled slightly crazy but beautifully, as
she tried hard to keep up with her father's fast paced strides. The
flawless girl, who Cede knew too well as he used to fantasize about
her every time she appeared on television broadcasts, had large
breasts and a slim waist with wide and curvy round hips. She was
wearing remarkably high heeled, green long boots reaching to her
knees matching her hair. Her skimpy dress was very colorful and
extremely short – it looked good on her though, and fitted her
perfectly as if it'd been tailored on her. She’d fully gone out and
did what the sophisticated Ekcyrien fashionistas referred to as
‘color blocking’ in their native tongue. The style looked perfect
on her.

“
Authorities urge anyone with information
that may help find Tilyhn to come forward."
The newscaster
continued with the news on the television, unconcerned about those
like Cede who had just tuned on to the news now.

"Still on the same story, President Hokrry
Taetel, who have been absent from office these past eight days
since Tilyhn went missing, is rumored to be extremely hurting and
sick at heart due to the sudden disappearance of his one and only
daughter. Some members within the Ekcyrien Council are already
hinting that the president is not fit to lead our race and should
retire from office to deal with his personal issues. Among those
suggesting that is the vice-president himself, Dencu Jhonh
who-”

Cede had heard enough. It was not news to
him. The same story had been on almost all broadcasts the whole
week. He nonchalantly touched the same button on the remote as
before and the television screen became blank. He stood up and went
into the kitchen. He paused in front of the large refrigerator for
a moment, studying its contents, then pulled its transparent door
open and grabbed a cold beer. He kicked the glass door closed and
walked back into the living room. He collapsed on the couch again
and stayed there enjoying his cold beer in silence, relaxed and
thinking about this and that.

“Your movements and sounds disturbed my
precious nap.” Cede looked up. A half-naked woman with long dark
green hair, and wearing a man’s shirt, his shirt, walked into the
room. The shirt was large and loose on her.

He just stared at her, speechless and
surprised.

He didn’t expect it.

She was here. She didn’t try her silly
escape attempts today.

The young woman paused by the middle of the
room for a few seconds waiting for him to say something. Cede
ignored her.

She gave up and stormed off into the kitchen
where she also came back with a beer. She passed through the living
room without a glance at him and disappeared into the passage going
further into Cede’s quarters. Her huge round hips swaying this way
and the other, making her look from behind like a python as she
walked away. After a brief moment Cede stood up and followed her
deeper into the cabin.

Certainly that was an invitation.

He was going to have her, though he would
not be surprised if she tried to refuse him as usual. He was used
to it. The cries and pleas never stopped him anyway. They meant
nothing, and they were never going to stop him. When was she going
to stop fighting it? Cede wondered. She was his and he was to
ravage her, enjoy her sweet sweet pleasures until he decided
otherwise, and it was not going to be anytime soon. She just had to
give up the hopes of ever escaping. She was his. She was never
going to escape – Tilyhn had tried many times but failed.

The bedroom door slid open quietly and Cede
walked in. Tilyhn lay on his bed sipping on the cold beer she just
took from the fridge.

That’s my girl. She is laying there waiting
on me.

Awesome.

She is finally facing reality that there is
nothing she can do.

Cede rejoiced silently.

"This is a surprise. You are here not out
there trying to make an escape?” He asked not even slightly trying
to mask his sarcasm.

“I’m tired of always trying to escape, only
to be recaptured by your goons before I even make it out of this
cursed ship." Tilyhn replied. She had tried stealing one of Cede’s
smaller spacecruisers to flee but his bodyguards always stopped her
before she could even make it out of the
Lilzaint
, Cede’s
enormous crab-like ship the size of two soccer fields. Cede was
filthy rich. Evil too. He was Ekcyr’s most feared crime lord. A
very bad Mafioso who did pretty much what he wanted, whenever and
however he wanted. His connections within the Ekcyrien government
protected him.

Nobody could touch him.

It was eight full days now since he abducted
Tilyhn. She was a very beautiful girl – he’d lusted for her the
very first time he set his eyes on her a year ago when her father
was sworn in to be planet Ekcyr’s 1000
^th
president. The
fact that she was the president’s daughter had made her even more
beautiful and attractive. That is when he had decided he would make
her his. He was like that. A collector. He always claimed
everything that fascinated him no matter what. He loved collecting
trophies and other objects he fancied around him.

Cede crossed the room for the dressing table
to the far side. He took a lengthy sip from his beer, emptied it
then set the empty bottle down at the top of the dressing table. He
slowly removed his laser handgun and placed it besides the empty
bottle, studying his own reflection in the mirror as he did so.

Cold eyes, broad shoulders and a very thick
neck, he knew the forty-year-old man staring back at him
exceedingly well. He turned from the mirror and leaned against the
dressing table to face Tilyhn.

She looked untroubled and too relaxed.

That slightly bothered him. Just eight hours
earlier she was screaming and shouting insults at him, crying while
he forcefully had her, what could have changed in eight hours?

"So you won’t try to escape anymore?” Cede
asked her.

“No I won’t.” Tilyhn replied.

“You think I’m stupid. I don’t believe it.”
The evil alien mafia boss commented.

Tilyhn stood up and crossed the room to his
side by the mirror in response. She put her half-full beer next to
his empty bottle on the dressing table, intentionally rubbing her
thigh against his in the process.