Demonacracy

Before computers books were used to store humanities knowledge of almost anything worth writing down; Religious beliefs, medical practices, philosophical ideas, industrial inventions, along with many more topics that have endured history. Modern day technological enhancements have made life easier for those who wish to write and store information, wether it’s on their laptop cellphone or tablet but some stick to the old fashion pen and paper to keep their most valuable secrets especially for those who chose a life of crime, because of the fact that anyone smart enough can hack their devices, which is a risk that can very well cost them the freedom or life of not only themselves but of their loved ones too.

Taking place in a shoreside city of a country too familiar with the ongoing violence from crime; originates a collection of events revolved around a mysterious black book. Knowledge is Power and this story is an example of why I believe that is true.

It’s another Sunny Day at The Beach Front Estate of the wealthy Sloth King, known in the criminal underworld simply as “The Accountant”, who build his kingdom, Loan Sharking to the desperate populace of his city.

Seated in his rocking chair thrown, the grey haired man proceeds to spark a hand rolled blunt of cannabis, numbing his senses with the sound of a burning crackle as he inhales the soothing substance into his mouth, exhaling a thick white cloud of smoke accompanied by an expression of ease within his face. Brimming with satisfaction, he could not help himself but to ask his wife a question: “ where on earth, did you get this amazing hierba?” His wife (A marvel of a woman with a physique worthy to be compared to a goddess) seated in front of him reply’s

“From you’re cousin, The Dealer”

She confesses with malice intent in her voice. The Sloth King’s eyes open wide with shocking realization, as it is now clear to him that he has been betrayed but unfortunately, it is too late for him to speak, as the vile sensation of strangulation interrupts the mans train of thought; Piano wire manages to make its way around the ruler’s throat pulled back by a man that was unnoticed until now. Blood begins to stream from the victims neck staining the blue velvet robe, the accountant sported. Life evaporates from the King seated in the chair officially declaring his underworld regime to a close. On The King’s lap rests a mysterious black book which is taken by the culprit.

“That book contains all the information you need to take over the business yourself my love, you have earned it” Says the woman to the assailant . The murderer known to the woman as “The Dealer” steps closer to her and embraces her with a passionate kiss. “All in a matter of time, I hope we get some rain soon” says The Dealer.

Laziness led to the demise of the Sloth King, as he never once bothered to take in consideration the needs of his followers, creating malice within the very people he depended on.

As the months go by so does the wealth and power of The Dealer; Page after page is turned by the newfound King as he now sits comfortably in his million-dollar condominium within one of the most luxurious areas of downtown; He pops open a stiletto knife with his right hand, on his left wrist shines a golden Rolex as he so expertly opens a small nylon bag of cocaine with his other hand he simultaneously lifts a small portion of the infamous substance by the tip of his blade; He proceeds to inhale it through a nostril. If Lucifer himself could speak about the sight he would say, “Behold the King of Gluttony”, and so he was called in the streets. The ex-wife of the accountant stands behind the Glutton King, caressing his beard with one hand while removing his white felt cowboy hat with the other, placing it on the desk in front of him “it was good while It lasted” whispered the mysterious woman into the mans ear ; The man begins to shake uncontrollably, foaming from the mouth while his soul escapes his body rendering it lifeless. The Door to the main entrance is then opened by the woman moments later and she allows a man to enter the vicinity; Dressed elegantly in a three piece suit he turns towards the scene of the crime.The man known as “The Lawyer” speaks:

“You did well my daring, but unfortunately pregnant woman are of no use to me and I don’t like to keep liabilities”

Before the woman could respond two babyfaced officers enter the condo and immediately gag and handcuff the beautiful damsel and carry her out. Now alone, The Lawyer opens a drawer to reveal the same black book that once belonged to the Sloth King and takes possession of it .Another King has fallen to treachery and this time it wasn’t because of a laziness , this man was incapable of taking the necessary measures to secure his life, due to the fact that he was so focused on enhancing it, a death ironically similar to the thousands of customers that funded his kingdom because of addiction. The plot to overthrow the dealer succeed as the mans own lawyer schemed with his beloved to contaminate the nose candy with ricin. Years go by and the era of the accountant and dealer fade into history.

Subwoofers bounce with intensity next to a DJ, as half naked women dance to the rhythm of music projected within the Night Club accompanied by wealthy men throwing cash around along with any troubles they had back home; Behind closed doors a well suited individual neatly binds together a sizable stack of cash with a rubber band and places it into his safe filled with other bundles of currency. He does not have women by his side but instead armed men ready to lay down their lives for him, not just because he is the club owner who signs their checks but because they’re convinced no one else is suited to govern this kingdom besides The King of Lust.

“Grab your Guns”

Commands The Lawyer to his men; his eyes are locked on to a monitor providing camera footage of a SWAT team lined up and ready to beach his property. Formal introductions won’t be conducted this time, as the leading officer of this particular raid has craved for the approval of a judge for far too long.

A loud explosion interrupts the party followed by an orchestra of automatic gunfire dispatched by State issued two two-three Caliber, M16 Assault Rifles; The bodyguards, clearly out gunned try to surrender only to be given an immediate death sentence to the head as ordered by the Leader of the Squad. The Squad leader has come for the crown but unknown to him, he will be titled the King of Greed. The King of Lust flips over his desk, allowing cash and counting machines to fall on the floor; crouching behind the toppled wood grain desk he awaits the arrival of the invaders but to his surprise, agents have propelled from a helicopter above and gain a flanking advantage through the office windows. A bullet manages to travel between the rulers eyes and he dies before he even hits the ground; His men immediately follow their leader to the afterlife.

The room continues to be invaded by black uniformed men, securing a perimeter for their commander called “El Capi”, a short abbreviation to the term Captain which reflects his rank within the City’s Police Department. The commanding officer enters the room; with him is the same mysterious woman that had been carried away during the fall of the Dealer long ago. She looks down towards the lifeless body of her ex-lover with content;

A small explosive charge is administrated to a safe while the rest of the assualt force ransack the club, El Capi himself bags all the contents of the safe along with a familiar black book he has yet to open. The Lawyer never learned to love during his lifetime; his lack of love fostered a vile perspective towards women creating motive to bail them out in a court room only to pimp them back into the streets and unfortunately for him he underestimated the wrong woman. A woman who was at the mercy of a young officer long ago and managed to charm him towards a dream she now turned into reality. The couple vacate the bullet riddled Night Club.

Time passes and it seems like the city has finically received peace, that is if they pay protection money to the King of Greed; constant bullying from the police force initiated riots that established Revolution creating a whole new meaning to the word violence;

A nine millimeter handgun, rests on a desk; coated in gold with diamond studded grips, A name is stamped on the base of the firearm that reads “ El Capi”. Abrupt radio chatter is heard loudly on the Police Captain’s communication device, word has gotten out that another “front” the man uses to launder money is under fire and like a rookie he reacts with severe urgency to recover his belongings by grabbing his jewel of a weapon and sprinting out the office space within the Police Headquarters, rushing towards his truck he ignores the pleads of his colleagues that warn him to stay inside but he continues to turn the key within the ignition of his vehicle, triggering a bomb unbeknown to the crowned King of Greed. His life vanished faster than the bills of cash he spent throughout his lifetime, a lifetime extorting the poor people he once vowed to protect; this man who spent his days covering every corner and securing his materialistic possessions, meets his fate by leaving the very confines of a facility that had kept him alive for years.

(Three words are heard coming from a radio in the hands of a woman, A woman that has now successfully plotted the death of four kings )

“It is Done”

A sentence that granted great relief to this mysterious woman now accompanied by a man dressed in guerrilla attire;

“ What did you do to get him to come out?”

The man asks the beautiful lady, “I knew once I took this Book from him , he would do anything to come and get it” replied the woman. The man was curious to know the contents of said book but never decided to satisfy his curiosity; he embraces his newly wedded bride with a kiss and ventures out of his enormous ranch estate to continue to fulfill his agenda of terror. This man was not nicknamed “The Rebel” for conducting peace talks.

A live news report is broadcasted throughout the City, revealing video footage of “The Rebel”, giving a speech and sporting the iconic balaclava used by many revolutionaries before him;

“I am but a humble man chosen by the people to speak for them, you oligarchs have spent to much time ignoring our voice but now we will be heard through violence”

Said the Rebel; he wasn’t your ordinary revolutionary seeking to execute his political agenda, this man is the King of Envy who runs a power hungry band of delinquents dedicated to kidnapping the members of high society. A large group of young men wearing similar attire are seen behind the spokesman wielding 7.62 caliber machine guns as if the rifles were guitars; the only tone they intend to play is that of death, a sound familiar to the civilians of a once peaceful City; “The Rebel”, stops talking immediately attempting to distinguish a growing sound; two words suddenly come to mind

“helicopter propellers”

Without a doubt, the mayor has managed to get support from the country’s military and a battalion has compromised their location, Boeing AH-64 Apaches display hellfire as dozens of men attempt to retreat into the wilderness but it is no use, they are surrounded and to make matters worse their ammunition are defective rendering them defenseless. The Rebel’s campaign of terror had finally come to and end and he lays down on the ground at the mercy of the Army unable to comprehend were it all went wrong. The Ranch estate at this time has been claimed by the Battalion Commander whos ace in the sleeve was a spy, a woman with a history of toppling kingdoms within the city.

“I managed to steal this Black Book for you my brave Coronel”

(A woman says displaying a smile familiar to many fallen rulers throughout her past)

“ I don’t need such things”,

Scorns the high ranking officer; he gives a nod to a soldier next to the gorgeous lady and the soldier quickly executes her with his pistol swiftly. The Colonel, sparks a match and ignites his cigar; calmly he orders his men to remove the corpse from his presence.

Unknown to the Colonel a small girl hidden behind a curtain bares witness to the atrocity, quiet as a mouse she remains unnoticed even though her heart sinks with sadness, she waits until the men leave and then proceeds to pick up the black book left behind by her mother. Within the ranch there is a lions den, beasts that have grown to love the child in such a miraculous way she is able to inneract with the animals unharmed because of this, the soldiers never found her that morning as it never occurred to them to check the cages.

She rests her head on a lions belly and begins to read pages off the black book to the ferocious felines surrounding her almost like if they were really listening to what the girl had to say. It had been a long time since rain has hit the city but that moment rainfall came down displaying an moment that made many people believe that all the angels in heaven were crying. All the angels would have every reason to cry because a new ruler has taken hold of the cities criminal underworld and it was not the King of Pride. This time it is a Queen who has taken the thrown and at the mere age of 16 she is was the living embodiment of Wrath itself.

Nightfall comes, and the girl releases the Pride of lions to roam freely within her Stepfathers Ranch, The Colonel along with his soldiers had celebrated their victory with alcohol leaving them valuable to the monsters. The Queen of Wrath finds her way to her favorite hiding spot just outside the estate, a private plane that once belonged to her Father “El Capi”

She lays down inside the multi-million dollar plane and puts on her headphones to block the nose of screaming men outside. She continues to read the mysterious black book and thus began her reign within a city that may never find peace.