"Didn't oversleep...swhoosh!"
Fabiola sneezes with her trembling shoulders, then looked around and saw the clock before breathing a sigh of relief. Then she came to her mother's portrait and made a simple prayer. Her mother was a nun, but died of illness when she was ten years old.
This city that exists for storage does not have particularly good conditions, and many diseases cannot be solved. She once asked her father why she didn't send her mother to a place where she could be treated, but her father's answer was only silent.
But when she grew up, she understood her father.
Without orders, no one can leave his post without permission. This is what the God Emperor demands for everyone.
After a simple wash, she sorted out her hair in front of the mirror and tied it into two braids. Combined with her healthy light brown skin, she looked very youthful and energetic.
After sorting out her appearance, Fabiola made some synthetic food for herself that was stirred with warm water. After two hours, she had to participate in the patrol and couldn't make anything better. Although her family was not wealthy, it was much better than most residents.
As a nest capital, although it is very small, it should have all the "imperial characteristics"—
Class, poverty, violence and faith
In fact, Kara 7 has never been peaceful. The high-ranking managers enjoy the best things. A large number of residents at the bottom can only throw bottles and curse in the dark. As a warehouse city, there are not so many jobs and resources. The things in the warehouse belong to the God Emperor. Any stealing is a death sentence and even the family members. Equipment maintenance technicians are considered relatively common positions. There are also some civilian positions such as statisticians, which are relatively high-end positions. Most people can only engage in the most basic manual labor, namely mining.
They dig useful minerals in mines deeper in the city and extract fuel from them to warehouses that require long-term electricity maintenance, while also planting some fungi there to fill the hungry mouths of the city's growing population.
But even so, food is always insufficient.
In this extremely repressive environment, a series of crimes such as theft, robbery, murder, and rape have almost become the norm in the dark areas of the nest.
Fabiola killed people at the age of fifteen, a man who attempted to rape her when she came home from school by taking her shortcut. The habit of carrying a knife with her saved her and made her less strange to death.
However, this did not affect her personality much. In the eyes of outsiders, she was still a very lively, cheerful girl who was incompatible with the dark nest.
Of course, this is also due to the influence of her mother on her.
After she was ready, she left the house and tightened her cloak to resist the cold.
However, before going to work, she usually goes to the church first.
It was a low dome hut decorated with sacred statues and devout graffiti, filled with rows of slightly dirty plastic benches, and a trembling maintenance servitor. The nearby people listened to the radio every day. This place was never empty and rarely quiet. Different positions were in shifts, and there were always people coming.
In Fabiola's familiar memory, when her mother brought her here, she always whispered sacred hymns, and the people around her were whispering praises or confessions.
But now, it seems to be screaming.
"what happens!"
Fabiola hurriedly ran in and pulled out an electric baton to prepare for the battle, but she suddenly stopped after a few steps.
It was not the audience that attracted her attention, they swayed backwards in their seats, some covered their eyes, some grabbed each other like babies seeking comfort, and their terrified gaze was a screen of image exchanger hanging like a giant glowing spider on the optical cable and data line, surrounded by incense of devout prayers.
Under the flashing lights, is a bishop, one of the most prominent men in the city, but he has been crucified.
Against the dark background, the radio camera amplified his fat body. Not only did his clothes be stripped naked, but his face and chest were also bruised all over his body, and he was cut by small and sharp cuts in many places, and his body was hung on a strange device - like the trunk of a plastic tree.
The bishop leaned against the tall machine, his arms spread out and his legs tied together, and was nailed, with dozens or even more rusty nails inserted up and down each arm, some even penetrated his crotch, between the fibula and shin, through his shoulders and neck, through his thighs and heels.
Under the light, his blood became bright, and somehow the bishop was alive, with a dying pale face, and even if it wasn't for his mouth being tightly tucked in a rag, she wondered if he could still scream—but he was still staring at the camera, and his throat would tremble no matter what sound he wanted to make.
What's worse is that in the bishop's chest, there were a line of words she didn't recognize in the wounds and blood. From a distance, the words twisted like a living venomous snake.
"Divine Emperor..."
For the first time in his life, Fabiola, who has always been known for her courage, felt her knees weak.
Suddenly, the picture moved and gradually approached the hateful word. The pinhole of blood and sweat was clearly visible on the visual screen. Just as the audience was convinced that the horror was over, a voice began to speak.
It tear the souls of the audience like a ghost.
"Look! This is the price of betrayal!"
Rather than saying that the person is talking, it is the air acting as a narrator, as deep as the wind at midnight.
The audience gasped, murmured, and prayed to each other.
"A little fallen bishop, who became obese by fraudulent wealth of her flock, was tainted by gluttony and pleasure, and it was a kind of kind to make him bleeding, and it was a reward to let him die, but it was impossible..."
Someone vomited, but no one looked around, everyone's eyes widened, filled with tears of fear.
"It's great to hear his confession."
The picture suddenly jumped up, the camera swept to the side, one by one passing by a bunch of meaningless blurred shapes.
The invisible darkness and the flashing light gave way to the blue and bronze panorama, which, after a few seconds, found its target in a disgusting focus, and then, in a moment of pause, let the chaotic people interpret what they saw-
The demonic red crack was burning, scanning back and forth in an inclined arrow-like shape, and under the storm of fog, it made people feel terrified.
That is the eyes of "it"—
A pair of scarlet eyepieces.
"All who fall from the light will perish like this!"
The owner of the eyes hissed:
"The Emperor's eyes fell on this world, and He found it flawed, and He saw only corruption, a city of sin and injustice, ruled by weak and selfish people, filled with betrayal and sin."
The image began to weaken, pulling away from those malicious eyes.
"You have seen that death has come among you! The sinner was executed, and he is one of the many, but he will not be the last one. Repent, sinner! Fear the wrath of the Emperor, fear His angel of revenge!"
It hissed at the camera, its paws suddenly appeared in view like lightning, and screams rang out in the narrow auditorium.
"Judgement is coming! Scream, we are-"
Suddenly, the camera shaking, as if it was thrown aside by some external force. Before the signal disappeared, Fabiola vaguely heard an impatient voice.
Chapter completed!