The Second Book of the Alienbutt Saga. The Rise of Mr Fluffy. Part 80.

Alienbutt bent down next to the body of one of the priests and removed the circular goggles that he wore. Placing them over his eyes, he looked around the dark smoky temple, the air made even thicker by the explosions from his arm-mounted grenade launcher that had decimated the attacking priests. The goggles worked to make things even darker, so Alienbutt pushed them up onto his forehead and picked up the priest’s elaborate pistol. Pointing the gun at the wall he pulled the trigger, and a disappointingly small bullet shot out to make a small chip in the stonework. Turning back around he just had time to register a figure standing before him, its eyes glowing red beneath its wide brimmed hat, before it hit him on the side of the head with a large staff. Other priests ran out of hiding to surround Alienbutt as he lay unconscious. Two set about smashing the metallic arm with their heavy staffs until sparks and smoke began to rise. Only then did they lift up his feet and begin to drag him off.

Alienbutt awoke to a sharp pain in the side of his head and a feeling of being stretched. Opening his eyes, he quickly looked around a darkened room. His gaze was drawn to a large grey oval that floated off to his left. The room was full of dark shadows and smoke billowed all around. A strange rhythmic drumming sound filled the air with an ancient tribal quality. Alienbutt was lying on his back on some sort of table, spreadeagled. He tried to sit up, then realised he was chained down by the ankles and wrist. Looking over to his robotic arm he saw it was smashed below the elbow, metal rods and wires hanging loose.
Hearing a noise he looked over to see dark shadows moving through the smoke towards him. Most stopped so they remained hazy shadows, but two approached, both dressed in full length black robes with their hoods up to hide their faces. Alienbutt’s eyes were drawn to the second figure and the large serrated knife that he held in one hand. The one holding the knife took up position standing at Alienbutt’s head while the other went and stood at his feet.
“For the defilement you have caused within the hallowed walls of our temple and the murder of our brothers, your suffering will be terrible,” the one at his feet said, and Alienbutt realised that it was the High Priest Lucifus. “You will suffer the sermon of a thousand cuts; the skin of your chest will be flayed from your living body. Each piece will be fed to the void. Skatos the executioner has had a thousand years to perfect his art. Your suffering will become legend. It will release us from the orb of dead space and free the spirit of the void into our bodies, and the universe will bow to us as we become its new gods.”

To be continued.
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