The Second Book of the Alienbutt Saga. The Rise of Mr Fluffy. Part 79.

Alienbutt opened the door slightly and peered through. The corridor was empty. Swiftly he began to walk down it, his metallic arm held out before him, the grenade launcher ready to be fired at his spoken command. He was halfway down the corridor when the door at the far end opened and a group of priests walked through. The first stopped as he saw Alienbutt, and the ones behind him walked into him. Before anyone could react the grenade launcher on Alienbutt’s arm fired. The small grenade hit the priest in the chest and exploded. The force of the blast in the tunnel knocked Alienbutt off his feet. Coughing he got to his knees. The tunnel was full of smoke, dust and sticky wet bits of priest.
“What are you doing? You were supposed to wait for my command!” Alienbutt screamed. He looked to the small screen.

SORRY, FINGER SLIPPED.
“You don’t have fingers. What did I tell you about killing unarmed people?” Alienbutt, replied, getting back to his feet

THEY ALL HAD TWO ARMS, I CHECKED FIRST.

Lucifus stood waiting in the outer sanctum, his executioner Skatos beside him, while the priests knelt in rows before him waiting for the sermon to begin. All waited for the sacrifice to be brought in. This sermon would be different, for Lucifus wore the stranger’s amulet. The void’s secrets would be revealed to him with this sacrifice and the priests would enter a new dawn for their order. Ebil Kitty and Karaxeem, his head bandaged, stood off to one side, controlling the red and green lighting and smoke jets that set the atmosphere for the proceedings; Lucifus liked to have dramatic effects for when he spoke to the faithful.
When the explosion rocked the temple all looked at each other, their fear evident, then as one all gazes fell upon the High Priest Lucifus and the crazed expression on his face.
“As the day we have worked towards approaches, we are being tested,” he began. “Only those worthy will go forth from here to rule the universe. You must take up your faith and wear it as a shield to protect you.” His voice began to rise to a scream. “Take up your holy weapons and bring me the unclean heretic’s body.”

The priests stood up in silence and turned to leave. Lucifus indicated that Skatos should remain with him. Once the room was empty Lucifus turned and entered the inner sanctum, Skatos a step behind. Ebil Kitty looked around at the empty sanctum and had the first clear and sane thought for over five hundred years. She grabbed Karaxeem by the arm and stood up, dragging him with her.
“Come on,” she said, heading for a side door.
“Where are we going?” Karaxeem asked, still suffering a concussion from the blow to the head by the flying whiskey bottle.
“The stranger’s ship. You wanna know why I’m the last priestess alive?” she said, going through the doorway.
“Because you didn’t die?” Karaxeem asked innocently. Ebil Kitty let the comment go. Karaxeem might look like someone in their mid-years but he was the oldest of them, and the youth powder couldn’t fully stop the mind losing its sharpness, and it had been fairly blunt to start with. She was still alive because she had always known when to fight and when to make herself scarce. Something about this stranger told her to make herself scarce.

To be continued.
All images are mine.